Self-Love

It was warm and cosy in the bed, the sun streaming through the window was weak and cool. I’d been chatting with a charmer with a smooth, hard and tanned body, and he, so generously, had shared some intimate photos of himself.

I had my phone in one hand and my bag of tricks beside me, and a vivid imagination ready to go.

I got some lube from the magic bag, smeared a little onto the butt plug and slipped that home nice and secure, before letting my fingers do some walking while I lay in the warmth thinking of him being naked out doors in nature, my body warmed while I looked through all those photos taken in his natural state.

It didn’t take long after that before the vibe was inserted into a pussy that had no need for lube.

Such is the joy of a morning self-love session.

Both holes filled, my mind full of images of his taut and toned body and my fingers busy rubbing at my bean.

In less than 5 minutes my breathing deepened, I moaned and groaned, I kicked off the blankets and my fingers flicked faster. Suddenly I tensed, my back arching from the mattress and I exploded, my knees trembled, my uterus fluttered away clenching on the vibe, my ass throbbed a bit, and I smiled.

It is an excellent way to start the day, relaxing, contented, and with a smile a on my face.