That would be a waste. All my muscles were slowly unclenching. Sex I focus on what I’m feeling, and I don’t think too much about what I’m doing. Anne’s exists. It didn’t feel any different to me, but based on the surge of juices I felt, it clearly made a difference to her. Vibrating cock rings or fleshlights for example.”
“Um.”
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“Yesterday, masturbation was something I did when I was sure everyone else was asleep, and wouldn’t have admitted to doing in front of my friends. “You really are clueless about this stuff, aren’t you?”
I got defensive. I found myself moaning again. “Good morning!”
She’s adorable in the morning. You know, down there.”
I could hear the blush in her words. “That’s not the soap.”
She squealed, and removed her hand. We aren’t going to shame you for any desires here. When did she get so warm? Sometimes I just want to get one out as quickly as possible. Before you think I have pretensions of being literary, I would like to point out that I also wrote this to jerk off to.
