WHEN Kaia described her waking ritual, Cathy could barely control herself.
Kaia, a friend from college, was having her usual breakfast at my house, and we were having our usual morning chat about our sex lives, but today was different. Kaia was about to blow my mind with her confession and leave me burning inside with uncontrollable urges.
“’Have you ever done yourself when your man hasn’t been around?” she asked.
“Yes, once” I replied, “but not to completion.”
Kaia was always more open when it came to our special chats; so much so that I think she enjoyed how I’d sit there, staring at her, transfixed with excitement until she’d finished. I was always more reserved and coy when it came to the precise details.
“Well, I did it yesterday morning,” she confided. “I woke up so aroused that I could have fingered myself there and then. The knickers I had on were soaking up my wetness and my need was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I pulled back the sheets and spread my legs, then with one hand reached inside my knickers and probed my clitoris through the sticky feast my man would have been only too happy to lap up like a thirsty pup. I could imagine him lashing his tongue in and out.”
She giggled. “I knew that I was on my own so I grasped my breasts and let my tongue slide over my nipples, really turning myself on. It was a few moments later when I left the bedroom to go to the bathroom to cool off that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from seeing it through. Then I was in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to explore my pussy again. I opened my gown, pulled my knickers to one side and began to finger fuck myself right there and then, moaning heavily. I was also rubbing my bum hole, which intensified the experience. I felt so naughty but I couldn’t help it. I went back into the bedroom to get my tool, an eight-inch rubber dildo, ribbed for extra pleasure with three speed settings. It was a gift from my man that I’d only ever used with him, but now I had complete control; the power was in my hands and I was going to use it to its full potential.
“I lay on the bed, chose the maximum setting and urgently thrust my rubber playmate deep into my aching pussy, nearly screaming with pleasure. I was aware that I was on my own and no one could hear me so I gave into the wanton feelings that had pained me from the moment I’d woken up. I lifted my legs high off the bed and looked down at the dildo, seeing the glistening of my juices along its long shaft. I had to bring the dildo up to my lips so I could taste myself. Then I was back to fucking myself with the dildo; faster, deeper I pounded my body until I was engulfed in a fire that I’d only ever felt a few times before. Unable to move, my whole body was awash with unbelievable emotion as I fell back on the bed, panting like a marathon runner, completely satisfied, eagerly awaiting my gold medal.
“I don’t know what my man would say if I told him,” Kaia concluded with a giggle, “but next time I might tape the whole experience and suggest we watch a movie together.”
I sat in awe, listening, unable to move even a facial muscle for fear of her forgetting one small detail. My mouth was dry and my heart was racing as I found myself totally turned on by her words.
After she left I felt like a woman who’d been brought to the edge of orgasm and then suddenly dropped like a meaningless consequence. My thoughts turned to the coming evening, quickly trying to shut out these feelings as if it was wrong to be turned on by my friend. My man and I had been invited to a meal with the in-laws, not something a woman usually looks forward to. One hundred ways to big up their son is always high on the agenda but, right then, all I was looking forward to was having their big son up me that night. But that is another story.
