I awoke already aroused and wet, my nipples taut and sensitive. Every fibre of the bed sheet was noticeable as it grazed my nipples when I moved. It did little to ease my desire. I should have got up to start breakfast, but why fight it? I pulled the sheet aside and pinched a nipple, sending currents of electricity to my cunt. Its wetness grew with every touch. I began to move my hand down between my legs to feel the wetness that had grown, but stopped short. I wanted more than my own hand could provide.

I didn’t simply want to get off this morning. I wanted to fuck, to be fucked. I wanted to feel your hard cock inside of me, your body against mine and your breath in my ear. I wanted to ride it, to feel you deep inside of me, to feel the swollen head as it penetrated my softness before sliding out then pushing deep inside again. I wanted to feel your cock pounding into me while you tell me how good it feels and what a good girl I am.

That wasn’t to be though. No you, no real cock today. Just me and my toys.

I rolled over, pulled the blue beast out of its home in my bedside table and rubbed it between my legs. My wetness coated it as I moved it back and forth. Even my clit throbbed at its hardness. I got up, positioned it between my legs and slowly lowered myself down. I felt the head enter, and the veiny shaft of the lifelike cock slowly disappear inside of me as I moved. I pushed down until I could go no further then raised my hips, my cunt sliding up the shaft until it came out but still pressed against my opening. Then I thrust my hips again, down this time, feeling it push against my dripping cunt and fill me before raising my hips again. Many more times, up and down, fucking the blue beast before the first wave crashed and a raging orgasm escaped me.

I was not done. One orgasm would not be enough. I began riding it again. This time I pinched and tugged at my nipples, massaged my breasts. If only it were your hands instead of my own, your mouth teasing my nipples. Moments later another orgasm. I still didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept riding it until more orgasms spilled out of me, one after another after another. There was a continuous supply of orgasms eager for release and I wasn’t about to stop them.

Many orgasms later I lay on my bed. My mouth dry, skin glistening with sweat, my nipples hard and aching, and my cunt still quivering from its multitude of orgasms. I was nearly spent, but not quite. I brazenly still wanted more. Even as the orgasms were flowing there was one which continued to build inside of me. I could ignore my clit no longer.

I moved my right hand to my dripping cunt, dragged some of my slick juices up to my clit and began slowly rubbing in a small circular motion. My touch was light and that familiar sensation rose again in no time. As it did I pressed firmer, faster, my hips moved too and I began fucking the air. Quick breaths and moans of pleasure… oh fuck, oh fuck… The giant tidal wave that had been building came crashing down all around me. I felt as though it were not just washing me out to sea, but simultaneously smashing me against the rocks and raising me to the heavens. I was left a quivering wet mess, incapable of any intelligible thought or word. I was wrecked.