Suppressed Anticipation

As I read though each title, I feel my heart race with increasing anticipation… I’ve already purchased the vibrating panties, and the vibrating boy shorts… For someone like me, unuccustomed to self-pleasure, just the thought of the possibilities it will open, the sensations to be expected sends thrills down my spin, creating a dampness in my femenine core…

I can feel the throbbing in soft folds between my thighs that rarely throbs at all… I am almost tempted to touch, but hold off remembering past disappointments… Yet a toy or assisting tool may help greatly… Remembering the water games I used to play with myself… The almost neck breaking whiplash I would experience with the right about of water, and tittilating pressure… It was almost blinding at times… It would take away my migraines even to feel that burst of pleasure… But it was a delicate deal of creating enough water pressure, and finding the right spot to pleasure… I used to live alone with the privacy to do so, though I ever escaped the guilt of all that water that I had to use… It was wasteful, but it was the only means to pleasure that I knew… Now that I am no longer living alone, I have no other means…

Thus this exploration… With one click of a button, I am expecting – vibrating intimates and seductive books galore – perhaps that will bring me to my peaks of pleasure again – without needing water to run in wasteful guilt again…

I am waiting, with unhinged anticipation…

The End
Wild Storm
8.04pm 25th September 2009

I know, it’s not like what I usually do… But how do you write about the suppressed?

Have a good day all!