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Fucking Little Fuckers

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Fuck you very much. Holy fucking shit.

I am only a few minutes into this and I am definitely squirming. Squirming for many reasons.

First I am trying to keep them inside. These little tiny fuckers, how could I be scared of losing them inside me when I can barely keep them in. But now I also understand why this is suggested for moms to strengthen back up after childbirth.

The act of trying to hold them in causing the muscles to move and the friction causes my heart to race. I am fighting to appear normal, while wanting to move and cause orgasm, or even just go and fuck myself hard to take the edge off this feeling.

I can’t move around due to these tiny little fuckers.

So there I was, trying to insert them while I was in the bathroom. Nervous about pushing them in. and just when I thought they were in, I could feel them slipping already. There goes the fear of losing them inside when all I want them to do is to stay. Took me about 7 minutes before I could partially… and I mean partially walk.

Thighs pressed together, squeezing and contracting internally, hoping that they don’t slip free and praying that if they do, the underwear will keep them semi secure. I would only walk 4 or 5 steps before my hand was between my legs, trying to hold them in while I turned around and went back into the safety of the bathroom to try and get them completely in.

7 long minutes. Fingers pressed deep inside, breathing a little harsh, trying not to play but wanting to feel this fire. At this stage I could take them out and just be done, or I could keep going with this little god forsaken experiment.

15 minutes. That was the test. And for fucks sake I was going to make the full 15 minutes even if it killed me. And it might.

10 minutes in and I have finally made it the short distance from the bathroom to my desk. And for all things holy, I was not going to güvenilir bahis move from this desk. Sitting was an experience all in itself.

I would shift lightly to make sure they were still secure inside me, and in doing so would cause the friction against my walls and my breath to catch. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and all I could think was I am going to burst into flames.

All those in the house around me moved and did their own thing. Not even seeing me. My husband caught up in his own little world on his phone, talked to me and still never saw the heat and desire building inside.

The minutes ticked by, each an eternity, each me doing my best not to move. The movement only built the inner desire and heat and I was not going to show others of my conflict. I shifted ever so slightly and the flame was fanned… dear fucking god, don’t fucking move.

Just as the 15 minutes comes to an end, I hear my husband go into our bedroom. Well just fuck me. I thought he went into the bathroom and that I was going to have to wait even longer. But I couldn’t be sure, I had to get up and move.

5 more minutes of the constant battle with the fire within and just fuck it all to hell. These damn little fuckers were coming out. I can’t. I am now to the point of no return. I will have to fuck myself. My husband is too busy seeing other females, so I have to take care of myself. And for the love of any mercy in this whole fucking world, I am going to relieve this tension.

I open the bedroom door and my husband is snoring on the bed. Fucking really? I have hate and anger coursing through me, but above all a sexual frustration that is about to consume me and a husband that has completely forgotten and forsaken me.

Fuck you. Fuck this. Fucking little fuckers inside. Moving around with these little fuckers is driving the tension even higher. I grab my towel, go to my closet, türkçe bahis find clothes to change into and carefully make my way into the bathroom.

My heart is racing for many reasons, but excitement is the main. The height of this sexual tension for these little fuckers is much more extreme than I thought. And I was determined to win. And by win, I meant not having them fall out.

I removed my shirt and bra, then my pants. I stood there is nothing but my underwear panting. I was almost done. Just a little more.

My hand slides between my underwear and the first one slips out easily. Drenched. The second one, that one I had to push out lightly, but that one was also drenched. I can’t help but to sigh. These fucking little tormentors are out, but the fire is still too high.

I retrieve my stashed away toy and placed it in the shower. These little pink fire inducing fuckers also go into the shower so that I can clean them. But right now, cleaning is the last of my worries.

The water of the shower is scalding hot, hoping that it too would dull my internal flames but its not.

The bathroom could be my temporary sanctuary in this living and burning hell. I can hear my husband snoring just on the other side of the bathroom door. Fine. This is for me, not him. Fuck him. Fuck me. Just fucking fuck. Agghhh!

This shower is just hot, down and dirty. I am barely standing when I insert my glass toy deep inside me. My own need hotter than it has been in years and its just not enough. No. I can’t. I can’t stand here, my legs just can’t hold up under the heaviness of this desire.

Laying in the bottom of the shower, my body ravenous for this heat to subside. I continue insert the toy once again and stroke after stroke I can feel my own edge is but a few strokes away. My free hand twisting and pulling on my nipples. The pain sending shots of pleasure through me.

Please. güvenilir bahis siteleri I am just so close. But I have to be quiet. I can’t wake up my husband.

Deeper and deeper, faster and faster the toy is consumed. biting my lower lip to keep from crying out, my entire body tenses at the pleasure hits its peak. Sssshhh… Just sshhhh… Panting and trying to breathe in this hot shower, I slowly pull the toy out and lay there for a moment. The drops of the shower raining over me as I try to catch my breath.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Ughh… fuck.

Too much sexual frustrations and not enough sex and attention. A girl has to do what a girl has to do. And right now, I have got to get moving. Like nothing happened.

I push myself up to stand having to lean against the wall as the world spins a bit under me. Yeah, slow down. Once the world is stable beneath me again, I clean off the toys and shut off the shower.

Grabbing my towel I cover and stepping out of the shower sit on the toilet with its lid closed. My legs are shaking, my hands are shaking… I am pushing myself too hard too fast to appear like nothing happened.

I place the toys on the counter next to me and just take a deep breath. One thing at a time. This first time experience was more intense that I thought. I truly thought that those little things wouldn’t truly affect me. I mean seriously, how could those little things cause soooo much intensity and for that little bit of time.

And I know that once the high of the excitement comes down that I should be embarrassed. But should I really? He chose to see others. He chose to give his love, affection and attention to the others. Why shouldn’t I take care of myself?

And this. This is the time where all my self-doubts come into play. Coming down from my own release. But this time. This time, its mine.

I just sat there, basking in my own glow. Blushing that not only had I done that, but it had very unexpected and surprisingly fun outcome. Yes there were a few… hiccups, but nothing that can’t be figured out later.

Wow.

Fucking fuck. Those little fuckers.

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