Sex Dreams

I was still thinking about that sensation I'd experienced in my shower, how I'd gone from a rather puritanical human being, what seemed to me, to a creature obsessed with sex.

I was still thinking about his presence. I don't know what I would have done if he had joined me in the shower, but given the state I was in in my bed, I would have welcomed him, begging him to take me, as I was so on the verge of a sexual explosion. My right hand was eagerly searching my sex while the other tugged on a nipple mercilessly, so **** was I to relieve this sexual tension.

I remembered the toys he'd specified. I rushed to the drawer, and saw handcuffs, riding crops, whips, butt plugs, spreaders, dildos. I picked up a dildo and began to lick it greedily to lubricate it. I wasn't sure what I was doing, it would be a first. When it oozed saliva, I directed it towards my ass.

I spread my legs as wide as possible, presented the plug, and pushed it in gently. I'd been a little greedy.

The cold sensation of the metal sliding against my crotch made me shiver, but I didn't stop. My breath quickened as the tip of the dildo met my resistance, and I bit my lip, pushing a little harder. A wave of pleasure mixed with a slight pain ran through my lower abdomen, and I gasped, my fingers trembling.

He was finally inside. I gasped, each movement an explosion of sudden sensation. He started, the vibrations came in waves of intensity, reaching a tsunami. My body tensed. I held back a gasp of surprise before biting my lip; it felt so good.

When I was more or less accustomed to the dildo, I opted for the more reasonable option, but the vibration option didn't escape me. I was already imagining the result of the two of them working inside me. Greedily, I began to lubricate the dildo with my saliva as much as I had the plug.

Satisfied with the result, I pushed it into my vagina just as the plug was at its maximum intensity.

My body arched violently as the dildo slid inside me, its size filling a void I hadn't even been able to name. The vibrations of the anal plug mingled with those of the dildo, creating a whirlwind of sensations so intense that my fingers desperately gripped the sheets. A hoarse moan escaped me, my half-open mouth drooling onto the pillow as my hips rose of their own accord, seeking deeper penetration.

I began to rub my clitoris, my lips, and pull at my breasts. It was indescribable. I was suffocating under the onslaught of my sexual urges, unleashed without restraint. I bit my pillow to keep from screaming like a lustful nymphomaniac. The dildo and plug alternated, or sometimes vibrated in harmony. I was going mad under their assaults and my hands, which had no mercy for me, as if they were acting not under the instructions of my conscience but of my lust.

My body was a battlefield of pleasure, every vibration of the butt plug and every pulse of the dildo inside me seemed synchronized to push me toward an inevitable orgasm. My fingers on my clitoris had become frantic, pressing, rubbing, and pinching in a **** rhythm. Hot sweat beaded on my skin, which soaked but sheeted my hips rising, inviting my invisible lover to fuck me even more. Now I tapped my sex filled by the dildo to increase the vibrations and the sexual chaos that culminated in a devastating orgasm.

My body was a battlefield of pleasure, every vibration of the butt plug and every pulse of the dildo inside me seemed synchronized to push me toward an inevitable orgasm. My fingers on my clitoris had become frantic, pressing, rubbing, and pinching in a **** rhythm. I wanted even more, I was becoming a creature created to live my sexuality, I was beginning to understand.

My stomach clenched violently, the muscles in my thighs trembling like bowstrings about to snap. A hot stream gushed forth between my legs, soaking the dildo still vibrating frantically inside me. I screamed into the pillow, my teeth tearing at the fabric, as wave after wave of raw pleasure shot through me like electric shocks.