Breaking point (draft)

I masturbated for the first time in a while today unable to get that obscene scene from earlier out of my head.

For context I didn’t masturbate as much anymore the novelty and thrill of having Claires body had worn of with time. Maybe I had overdone it in the first couple weeks but ever since I have gotten used to this body and started seeing it as my own it just didn’t have that same earthshaking effect and forbidden thrill anymore.

It was still enjoyable and I did indulge on occasion when I felt aroused but by no means nearly as often as before. Even seeing all those naked bodies of my fellow nuns bathing didn’t do that much for me now as it had become just a normal part of daily life. If I wanted to see large tits I could just look down at myself.

And honestly they weren’t really engaging in anything sexual when bathing. I could still appreciate the sight but no longer felt the same arousal from it.

And reaching climax without being aroused beforehand was also much harder which is why the last time I climaxed was when I heard that lewd confession from the village girl it had made me instantly wet and I enjoyed quite a good climax back then. Sure I was quite sensitive but it felt only truly good when I felt aroused otherwise it was just very distracting when my nipples got caught in the fabric or were chafing against my robe.

I wasn’t saying it felt bad but like mentioned before it was more distracting than actually getting me horny.

Though over the last few days I did feel quite aroused again, I have restrained myself from masturbating not wanting to masturbate to the thought of a random men groping me and I wasn’t even sure when but at a certain point I started getting wet when being stuck in that wall.

I tried to deny it as I definitely preferred girls but clearly this body didn’t agree with me getting aroused all on its on.

So here I was having finally reached my breaking point, one leg in the air and fingering myself from behind furiously as I remembered that obscene sensation of his tongue in my ass.

My hand even occasionally hovering dangerously close to that tingling sensation I felt ever since.

Even that got damm poetry of his was getting me aroused as I read all of them once again fingering myself all the while.

“Fuck, ahhh, slutty cunt you shouldn’t get so wet from having a man tongue your ass,”

I had also gotten into a bit of dirty talk ever since that confession helping me get in the mood.

I didn’t wanna admit it, but I enjoyed it quite a bit when he licked me back there making my situation even worse.

I was both disappointed in myself but also relieved to finally masturbate to that scene as I had given up resisting, today’s events too stimulating to allow me to simply fall asleep.

“Shit, yes yes there, stuff your tongue deep inside, just like this.”

I was blushing red never having thought I would get off on imagining someone lick my asshole but feeling how wet I was it was definitely effective as I felt myself close.

My tights closing in, my legs trembling, I felt a wave of overwhelming euphoria and bliss clash into me as my snatch quivered and squirted making me spread my legs apart by instinct, droplets flying all the way to the end of my bed and some even landing on his poetry letters lying next to me.

I basket in the afterglow, my legs spread apart and slightly shaking. It has been a while since I had climaxed that hard.

“Ahh,…What do I do?” I felt in a dilemma.

I definitely planed to avoid all scenarios with the opposite sex focusing on the lesbian scenarios but I felt kinda sexually frustrated until not that long ago.

Going from mind shaking orgasms and utter bliss every night to having a hard time getting in the mood had really done a number on me.

I read his last letter once more covered in a few droplets from my earlier release.

I mean it wouldn’t be that bad to indulge him for a bit but stringing him along left me feeling kinda bad.

I didn’t wanna give him a false hope as I definitely wouldn’t let him fuck me but I guess I can indulge him one last time I suppose.

So I made a decision and started writing an answer letter even going so far as to write it in the same way he did though I obviously wasn’t very good at it.

Your heart’s desire is clear and true,

In every line, your regrets come through.

Yet in the night where our fates align,

I answer your plea with a definite NEIN.

…

But for this night, I’ll grant you one last taste,

A fleeting moment, a sinful embrace.

Let your hands roam where they’ve longed to be,

But after tonight, you must set me free.

So indulge tonight, but understand well,

This is our last dance before we bid farewell.

…

Giving it to him the next time around and with this it should be done.

Hopefully this would be enough for him to give up.