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The sound of one hand wanking
Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories
'This morning. In the shower. You?' 'Months.' 'Oh, I'm sorry.' I found myself shrugging in the solitary darkness. 'Don't be. It's not your fault.' 'No. I suppose not.' 'When did you last fuck her?' The thread snapped. His cockhead wrinkled. Time ticked. 'Look, I just want to wank. I thought you did too. I told you before that this isn't helping.' He was right. It wasn't. I stopped the half-hearted self-stimulation, felt suddenly cold and not a little ridiculous. 'I did want to. And I suppose I still do. But only as a substitute for intimacy. Not for its own sake. I'd much rather simply be holding someone in the darkness than finger-fucking my own cunt for a complete stranger, but there you go.' 'I'd rather be wanking. With you.' His last two words summed him up. Summed me up. Summed up this whole sorry scenario. With me? Really? Me? Who am I? A willing gash in the ether? A sad and desperate woman with even more sad and desperate needs? Nothing unique about me. Nothing at all. 'It's late. I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to be sleeping.' I slipped the iPad under the pillow then lay on my back, knees akimbo, fingers still intrigued by the sensuous novelty of smooth, wet flesh where before had been a tangled bush. I skated across it, danced and slid across it, back and forth, up and over my denuded mound, and then, when my body's heat had boiled away the musky moisture, dipped between my ...