So I worked in the raw, and it always feels so good to be nude. Just being without clothes turns me on when it goes beyond the ‘shower”. If nudist were not always promoting that living as a nudist was not sexual…. I’d become one in an instant. For me… it IS sexual.

I am gifted perhaps in the clit department in my opinion. You see… mine pokes out, and is very prominent. Particularly when I am aroused. It usually pops out past my pussy lips, which allows me to often grind it against “something” without other people even knowing it. In today’s case, I got a kitchen chair from my dining room to sit on. The cool hard wood bumping against my hard clitty all morning made it swell, tingle, and throb. I savored that sensation, I waited to masturbate. I felt the chair get wet all morning.

A vibrator sits in my office drawer, and when I could no longer stand it, I got it out. I just leaned back in my kitchen chair right at my desk and put that tingly monster against my clit. I used my fingers to open up the puffy lips and to pull the skin taunt. I pressed that lovely little vibe hard against me and was cumming within minutes.

I left behind a sticky mess that I had to clean up. My poor chair has seen this before. Thank goodness girlie juice doesn’t ruin the finish to wood.

I heard from the Younger Guy – the one I call Scott, and my primary younger lover. Scott had gotten a bit obsessive about me, and I cut him short since a relationship was not my priority.

Scott got himself a little girlfriend shortly after our demise, which has now been nearly a year. And me let say that she is adorable. She is a petite thing, same age as him, and what I would define as a good girl. That’s not to say that I am a bad girl… only behind closed doors. But I do genuinely think she is the right type of girl for him, pretty, sweet, and the kind that will impress his mother. But there is a problem.

Apparently, I fucked Scott all too well. He has continued his relationship with her but he has also continued to send the occasional text message to my cell phone. He sent me a gift at Christmas and while it was just a small token from a 21 year old… it shows he is still thinking of me. I’ve not responded to him…. until today.

I choose to do it today because the text from came at a point where I was both bored and horny. Do you know the kind of horny that occurs because you’ve got nothing better to do then masturbate? I was in that mood so I simply answered that things were good. He responded right away to ask what I was up to. So I told him. It went like this:

His text to me: Hope you are ok
My response: Doing good thx
Him: Wot are u up to
Me: Being Horny
Him: I still want u
Me: ur taken now
Him: lets cheat
Me: ok with me just sex
Him: can I call u now
Me: yep

He called me and tried to have some small talk, and even at one point clearly was trying to explain himself with the past disagreement on us having a greater romance. I interrupted him, I didn’t want to hear it. What I wanted was him to hear me… to hear me masturbate. I told him so, and like a good young man he obeyed and shut the fuck up.

I got out my vibrator, the real loud one, so he could hear it. I took off my pants and laid back on my bed with the phone pressed against my ear. He just listened to me cum while he jacked off. It was ultimately pretty fast maybe 10 minutes of lust.

After we came, and got settled… he asked if we could see each other again. I made it clear that we could, as long as it was for sex. He agreed. I asked him how things were with this sweet little girlfriend and he said everything was great.

Me: But you still want to hook up with me even though things are great with her?
Him: Yes.

He did not expand on it, and it isn’t really needed. I don’t really care. I just want a hot beef injection from that horny young unstoppable cock. Scott can fuck over and over again, he practically never loses his hard on. I guess I am the perfect “other woman”. I should be ashamed of that, but hell he is young and it’s likely he isn’t going to marry her right now. So what the hell?

Pause.

I am sitting at my desk at home. I took one of my flexible dildos out of it’s hiding place. It’s cock shaped and ridged like a real dick. I placed it in very warm water. I lubed it a little as it is rather thick. I had to scoot down on my office chair and spread my legs opened wide. I slid that mother fucker deep into my cunt. Now I sit here typing with a warm plastic dick inside me.

Pause.

I’ve not done any thrusting yet. I want it to feel full inside my pussy. If I close my eyes the heated dildo almost… almost… feels real. I wish.

Pause.

My nipples are hard and puckered. I stop typing to pinch them sometimes. I’m also rubbing them and my fat pussy lips a little.

Pause.

I remember his cock. The big one. The 22 year old one. I fucked him two weeks ago. Didn’t know his last name. Hardcore.

Pause.

I love typing this out, it is like really sharing myself at the height of my arousal. I feel like I could be talked into almost anything. I feel WILLING.

Pause.

I have to stop writing and focus on cumming.