Experiment of course! (Lust)

I looked at the little wooden box, before going over and grabbing it and bringing it back to my bed. I took out all the stickers and sat cross-legged with them spread out in a half circle in front of me. Each sheet had labels over the specific stickers, the one I was cursed with was labelled 'natural'.

Another, a circle chains was labelled '****' which was self explanatory. Another was a set of briefcases labelled 'Job' and so on and so forth. My eyes settled on an odd pair. A sheet entirely of hearts, half of them pink and the other red. The entire sheet was labelled 'Lust'.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I almost ripped a sticker off just to see what it happened. I stopped myself only when a small voice in my head made a very good point. What if I couldn't take one of those stickers off? Being horny 24/7 and naked was a recipe for disaster.

I wisely put the sheet back down, grabbed the 'Job' set, pealed one off and put it on my arm. I watched as it immediately faded into a tattoo the moment I let go of it. I didn't feel any different, but that's not what I was testing. I grabbed at the tattoo like it was a sticker and was relieved to see it peel off with ease. I was even more thrilled when I held it to the spot I pealed it from and it seemed sucked to it like it belonged. So they were reusable - sweet.

Again, my eyes flicked back to the Lust sheet. I felt a pit in my throat, and I swallowed. My heart began to beat faster, and my nipples hardened; at this rate, did I even need the sticker?

I grabbed one of the red hearts and pealed it off. I only hesitated for a second before placing it between my breasts, for whatever cleavage those tiny things produced. It was like I had been injected with pure horny.

A shocked gasp flew from my lips, my nipples growing so hard they hurt, my pussy swelled with arousal and pulsed like a hammer, each blow sending shudders through me. I doubled over, sucking in a breathe as my mind was filled with scenes of sex and debauchery. Every naughty thought, want, or story I had read suddenly came to the forefront of my mind. I wanted to masturbate so badly, to plunge my fingers deep into my aching crotch and finger myself to orgasm.

So I did.

I ran a hand over my swollen genitals, rubbing them softly as I let my dirty thoughts run wild. Immediately I realized something was wrong. As I rubbed and caressed at my lips, I felt nothing. No stimulation, no relief of pressure. It was as though I were numb to my touch.

"Wha..." I whimpered pathetically, looking at my hand confused. I had a lot of practice with this, why wasn't it working?

'Because you need more...' an illicit thought whisper, 'more than just a piece of plastic or your fingers. You need a real cock; you want to suck on it, to hold it, to feel it pulsing inside you as your lover unleashes inside you."

I squirmed at the image, and licked my lips. So horny, I was so uncontrollably horny. I needed cock, I needed to fuck. Luckily, there was a cock downstairs I could use, that I could suck on until...until...