Random Masturbation

Grace looks at the mirror, seeing her reflection as the words sink in. Just as she started to think that her imagination was getting to her, she then started to get another headache. Rubbing her temple, the voice comes back, ' Since you can't seem to keep your hands to anything but yourself; from now til this curse ends, your hands and emotions will never be fully you own. Whenever they start taking control, you will not be able to stop them until they have run their course. The more you resist, the harder and longer they will become. So spoketh by me, so shall it be til the curse is lifted! '

Grace gasped, looking around as her headache soon went away. ' Was that just real? Where did that voice come from?' She then closed her eyes as thoughts rushed through her mind, taking all of the information in. 'Was that just from my dream? I swear I have heard that voice before today. Is what it said even real?' Grace shook her head to try and clear head, but as she did other thoughts came. 'What curse could it have been talking about? What could it do to me?' Her face blush as she stripped down for a shower, thoughts turning naughty as the warm water shot out and down.

Stepping in, her thoughts continued down this path while she started to soap up. Her blush getting more and more pronounce as her nipples hardened and pussy moistened, thoughts of her being in public where people could see her being **** to be naughty filled her mind. Without realizing, her hands start to go numb as her minds clouds over with lust; Grace couldn't help herself as she moaned out loud. Her hands trail their way down her body, playing with her nipples on the way down, over her stomach and stopping at her pussy where they began to play with her hood and weak points.

As they work Grace's pussy faster and faster, she has the sudden thought 'Wait, when did my hands start to play with myself?' However, because of the intense pleasure coming from down under and only quicken by the second, Grace put that thought out of her mind as she reached her climax. Arching her back and thrusting her pussy forward, she squirted hard all over the shower walls, covering it in her juice before it died down and stopped. Her face was red as a tomato, tongue sticking out and her glaze unfocused at the ceiling, she regained control of her hands without feeling them return.

10 minutes pass, Grace steps out of the shower and looks herself up and down in the mirror as she dries off. She doesn't know what took over her as she looked down at her hands. 'Could what that voice said be true? Was she really cursed?' She just sighs and shakes her head as she looks back into the mirror. An alarm rings out, signaling to her that if she doesn't get ready soon, Grace would be late. She quickly dries off and walks into her bedroom, wondering what to wear that day....