Wine helps

Wine makes everything better. Mostly. This is too much to totally get better, but it’s a start. You’re getting past the shock and the regret about your impulsiveness, and more into curiosity. You want to take your clothes off and go back into the bathroom to take a look at it, but… you’re also afraid to do that.

You vacuum the crumbs off the couch and the rug, throw away the trash and straighten up. You bump a couch cushion, and the remote falls on the floor. The TV turns on, resuming the scene that it must have been on when it went to sleep.

The handsome lord throws the buxom lady over the wardrobe, hikes up her dress over her hips, and rails her from behind as she tries to stifle her cries with her hand.

You feel a familiar tingle down there. And an unfamiliar one.

You dump the vacuum on the floor and run to the bathroom, stripping out of your jeans and kicking off your underwear to stand bottomless in front of the mirror. You watch it get hard.

Bizarrely, you feel a little disappointed. It’s not as big as Rita’s, or even as big as Riley’s… but it’s enough to fill up your hand. And your hand feels amazing. Any touch feels amazing.

Nervously, you step up to the sink and put one hand on it, the other wrapped around your cock. You made it an hour before trying this. It’s time. It was inevitable.

You’ve had your hands on cocks before, just never your own like this. It’s awkward for the first stroke or two, but your hand figures it out naturally.

When it comes, the orgasm sends you to your knees. It’s a good thing you were holding onto the sink. You dizzily look at the cum dribbling down the cabinet. And it’s up there on the marble and in the bowl of the sink itself. It went everywhere. It’s all over your hand. You rub the sticky stuff between your fingers, feeling warm and relaxed all over.

It’s not all bad.

[ End of Episode ]