Satisfying the desire
Her heart is pounding wildly, there's a ringing in her ears, her face is burning — . She's doing it again. For the 5th time this year. They say it's not sex that corrupts, but the lack of it — I agree 150%. Failures in personal life and a timid character can grow a real monster of lust and desire, locked in a modest, plain shell. A lack of warmth and affection will give it strength and stoke its appetite even more, and a deficit of attention will make it starve… And when the hunger becomes unbearable, the monster will break out, shattering all the locks of morality and chains of decency. Once satiated? it will sleep briefly, and the walls of principles and propriety will be rebuilt. But time will pass and
the creature will again test the strength of its fetters and shackles, periodically tempting and waiting for the right moment to break free with one lunge.And now history has repeated itself, the beast, driven to despair and tormented by prolonged starvation, is free again. She didn't even notice how she became like this… It all happened spontaneously. Waves of arousal carry her towards the cliffs of the unknown… for the 5th time.
She is 35, lonely, indecisive, and hungry. She doesn't look her age, many would give her 30 at most, but that doesn't change the situation. Not ugly, but not a stunning beauty either… an ordinary woman… misunderstood and deprived of attention. Despite a rather pleasant appearance, she is still of no interest to anyone, or rather, unknown to anyone, because her natural timidity completely deprived her of the opportunity to make acquaintances and take initiative… and this unimaginably transformed into what she is now. An ordinary English teacher at a technical college, light brown hair, gray eyes hidden behind glasses, a beautiful small nose with a bump and freckles on her cheeks, and pale lips that have forgotten when they last laughed and smiled sincerely. She tried to compensate for the lack of attention with trips to the gym and dance lessons, it didn't solve the problem, but at least it kept her in shape. An unsuccessful marriage due to her husband's infidelity killed her desire to communicate with men for a long time… or rather, the desire didn't go anywhere, but the fear of being misunderstood or deceived appeared. So she lived the life of an ordinary teacher for a full 18 years, and with each year it became harder for her to restrain something that had begun to awaken and constantly demanded nourishment.
And today is a quite ordinary day, Thursday, classes at the college, then shopping, the gym, and a boring evening… except for that familiar strange feeling when you want "that, I don't even know what" or I do know, but I'm afraid to admit it… But a way out was found by itself, and what a way! The first time it happened, she couldn't feel her legs, was red as a tomato, and could barely speak… the awareness of risk, danger, exposure, and animal arousal… the orgasm she received then simply blew up her nervous system and calmed the insatiable beast for a long time. Her decision simply screamed to everyone around with a silent cry: "Look! I'm right here! This is what I'm like! So close! Just take a risk!!! Please…" but no one heard it, because on the outside was a gray, mundane mask skillfully disguising a hurricane of emotions into a complete calm.
Just like then, she is aroused, her face is burning, and her throat is dry… Only now she is in class, explaining verb conjugations. A shiver sometimes runs through her entire body, from her throat to her fingertips… A strange wave wanders through her body, chest, stomach, lower… everything is tense… it goes down her legs, her knees are trembling. If only no one notices! erotic stories Between her legs is already wet, and a stream of oppressive languor is about to run down her thigh. But she must hold on! 5 more minutes and there will be a break, she must endure! And it's already almost impossible to endure. Words cannot describe what it's like to walk on the edge of an abyss, when your head is spinning, your knees are shaking, your stomach is cramping, and your throat is dry…
No wonder… since morning, it's as if a key was inserted into her and the spring was wound to the limit… Since morning, she is no longer the same. Under her usual vest and blouse and long puritanical skirt, there is nothing. For her, these sensations have become salvation from hunger and a way to release tension. The clothing constantly caresses her skin, the pleasant cold excites and disturbs, the silk of the blouse lightly flows over her nipples, sparking desire. In her lower abdomen, passion is boiling, something aches, rubs, presses, pulses… She wants to squeeze her legs, close her eyes, and with a quiet moan, give in to desire. But that's the whole point of the game. Not yet! Otherwise, it will be a catastrophe, otherwise everyone will find out and then it's the end! She must hold on for a couple more minutes!
Even in the morning, getting ready for work, she knew what she wanted. For her, it was no longer as unexpected as the first time. Standing in front of the mirror completely naked, she did her makeup, examined herself, her hands ran over her body and it responded with arousal — today it will happen again, her body is aroused to the limit if it reacts like this to a simple touch. But today she decided to go further than usual. Several new details were prepared in advance. Slender fingers took an ordinary small office paper clip from the table. She inhaled noisily and attached the clip to her left nipple. It responded with a slight pain, a sweet pain, she closed her eyes for a moment and breathed noisily, getting used to the new sensations. Then it was the turn of the second clip, which easily hung on the small pale pink nipple. Listening to her sensations, she smiled, with each sway, her beautiful small breasts responded with a light, languishing pain in the nipples. She was calm because through the vest, no one would see these little toys. She barely touched her nipples with her fingers, and they immediately responded with a fading pain… she smiled and bit her lip, as she always did when she felt pleasure. Just one look at her chest with protruding nipples and clips on them made her seriously aroused. But it's still early, she must suffer before getting her reward — it's always tastier that way.
She took a couple of breaths and, calming down a bit, took the next instrument of torture from the table — a small bottle from hair lotion. Again a short exhale, and the slightly lubricated glass bottle disappears into her passion-burning womb. Again a wave of arousal and a lustful bite of the lower lip, again calming inhales and exhales… down there it's ALREADY so wet and aching, and she still has 5 classes to teach and tests to check. How agonizing it is to endure this arousal.
Now the second small glass bottle is taken from the table. She looks at it and at her reflection in the mirror for a long time… maybe she shouldn't? No… I decided, today I'll try and that's it! Slender fingers spread a small portion of liquid cream over the absolutely smooth, cold glass bottle… a sigh… a bit unpleasant at first, but it's worth it! That's it — it's inside! Her bottom accepted this glass bottle, so only the cap stuck out. She wiggled her hips a bit, getting used to the new sensations and the strange feeling of a foreign body. It's incredible to see herself like this in the mirror, to know what she's about to do, and to anticipate the reward for such long and difficult trials! Only one new detail of her hidden costume remained.
This step was prompted by a video from the internet about the history of sex in Japan. She was so struck by the scene where a girl wore a rope tied in an original pattern on her naked body that the decision to try it was made in the same instant! Several preliminary days of practice, and the rope in a peculiar pattern entwined her body. Slightly squeezing her breasts, tickling her stomach and back, annoyingly teasing her crotch, an ordinary clothesline became the final element of her secret costume. She looked at herself in the mirror with pleasure, at her breasts framed by the rope, at her nipples with clips, and at her stomach, which ached more and more. The rope was indeed very arousing, passing between her legs, it pressed into her wet lips and the ring of her anus and simultaneously securely held the bottles so they wouldn't accidentally slip out prematurely.
She nodded contentedly at her reflection before leaving the house. A slightly reddish woman in a rather unremarkable suit with sparks in her eyes looked back at her. No one but her knew what was happening under her clothes! It's hardly better than normal sex and very risky, but She decided that THIS is better than NOTHING at all! With these thoughts, in a trembling excitement from arousal, she fluttered out onto the street to meet her adventures, which, as it turned out, were more than she expected.