1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 1 When it comes to objects of my affection what I truly lust for—my thing, my fetish I suppose I should say—is glass. Glass. Solid, smooth, textured, ribbed—cold or hot. Glass girl, all the way. Needless to say, when I go shopping for toys, I don’t got to the outrageously priced, hole in the wall adult store in the next town over. I’m a thrifty spender. There’s a twisted thrill I get from taking something wholesome and innocent such as a candle stick holder, for example, and carrying it in my hand while I look for other non-self-satisfying essentials. If I get a women at the checkout she might even comment on how pretty the item is while she holds it in her hand. “Yes,” I’d say with a smile, “I thought it was beautiful. I couldn’t pass it up.” I’m terrible that way. Now, to play with my toys it’s not enough to be alone for just thirty minutes. I need hours. Having all the many roommates I do, that’s hard to manage. But when it happens I take advantage. Sometimes I have to make it happen, usually with a bit of clever pre-planning. “Amy, aren’t you coming?” One of them would ask, slightly bothered that I didn’t say yes. Being up for a good time was usually my forte. But I know how it goes: going out, hoping to get laid but it’s only the bartender who gets paid. “Nope. Test in Physics. Studying.” I’d huff with fake irritation and slam my bedroom door. Being so pissy usually kept them away longer. If I make the home uncomfortable to be in then they won’t sniff around ...
    too soon, either. Inside my room I made a show of it: slamming my closet door, banging against the dresser, shuffling my backpack on the bed heavily. Anything to add realism to this false concept of me in the room studying. Who in the hell ever sits alone and studies? It worked. Soon the front door clicked shut and moments later the engine of the van started. I jumped into action, anxious and excited. Prep takes only a few minutes if I move quickly. I dragged my mirror out to the living room and propped it against the coffee table. Then I collected my stash of toys. Benefit to being a glass lover is I have them displayed on shelves and in cabinets around my room. I look like a collector of shiny things with a few knickknacky things thrown in for good measure. Who knows, sometimes I even play with the knickknacks. By the time my toys were piled on the couch it was a sizable stash and my panties were soaked, I was already breathing hard. Oh, I knew how good this was going to feel and how unbelievable I was going to look in the mirror. With shaky hands I wriggled my pants and panties off and my top followed. I spread the towel on the cushion, propped a couch cushion just right so I could lean back, and then sat on the edge and propped my feet on the coffee table, spreading my legs for my greedy eyes in the mirror. My pussy is beautiful to see. Every time I was alone and able to play I always thought so. Slicked and glistening, almost red from the swell of heated blood. I never ...
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