She Found Herself Alone
By: Edward Riley
Tags: Masturbation, The Sexperts, Erotica, Sex

She Found Herself Alone

Photo by Yohann LIBOT on Unsplash

When she walked into her home, the sound of silence echoed out. She knew this time would be hers. The anticipation of having the place to herself had kept her titillated all morning long. And now, the time had arrived.

As she shrugged off her coat, letting it fall wherever it may, she walked over to the thermostat and turned the heat up by a few degrees. She also wanted to shrug off the cold. Besides, what she had planned almost always felt better when the ambient air temperature was warm. Shivering while trying to perform this task was unacceptable.

Waiting for the heat to circulate, she turned on some music and took out some wine. She didn’t normally day drink, but it was a Friday, and having time alone for self-care is always worth celebrating.

After picking up some clutter, she felt herself start to break a slight sweat on her brow. Perfect. The air was ready to caress her skin like the silky, warm touch of a lover. She grabbed a towel and her wine while making her way to the bed.

After setting up, she started stripping off layer upon layer of clothing off of her body while thinking about the symbolism that could be applied for touching herself to orgasm as a way to strip layer upon layer of stress from her mind.

She didn’t put on porn. At least, not the typical way people think of consuming it. No, she hit play and let the sound of a sultry voice speak to her. This was a voice she kept coming back to. A rumbling silky bass with the ability to put the right kind of naughty intensity on all the right words. His voice reading what he would do to her, had he the chance.

It excited her to no end. To know that he was recording himself and his naughtiness just for her to listen. Just for her orgasms. She grabbed her favorite toy and went prone on her back. She started teasing her body to help it catch up to the arousal already picqued in her mind.

As the vibration of her toy blended with the vibration of his voice, her nipples went hard and erect. She knew and anticipated what was coming. She heard his voice command, “Now grab those nipples and pinch them. Soft… soft… now start increasing your pressure. I want you to roll those beautiful bumps between the pads of your fingers and feel the electricity that connects directly to your Yoni’s center. Let it build, use it to feed your desire.”

As he was talking, she was responding back loudly with words and moans. “Mmmhmm, yes, tell me what to do. That’s right. Let’s get into it, huh? Tell me how to get myself off, Sir. Oh, shit yes, command me.”

Normally at this point, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself and her waves would open and wash over her. But today, she was alone. She wanted to do something extra kinky. She looked over at the glass of wine, with just a few more sips sitting at room temperature in the glass.

In a burst of inspiration, she grabbed the glass and poured the wine all over her breasts and nipples, letting it drizzle and drip. Each tiny drop that fell on her areolas was like an electric shock straight to her pleasure center. She lifted her breast to her mouth and licked the wine off of her own nipples, even as some of it slid down her torso and onto her hips and thighs.

It was then she knew that she was going to cum. With her own nipple in her mouth, she alternated flicking her tongue over it and sucking it into her mouth. It sent her over the edge.

Between the wine and the nipple induced orgasm, she was glad for the towel. Her love, her passion, flowed out of her at an even faster rate than the wine flowed over her body. She moaned and whimpered, afraid to move and break the cycle of pleasure as his voice continued on, encouraging her to pleasure herself.

Finally, as reality settled back down around her, she picked up her phone and texted him to let him know she got off to his voice, yet again.

“Excellent,” he responded. “Are you still alone?”

“Yes, for another hour or two.”

“Well, that is wonderful because now you are going to get off again. But this time, you will record yourself listening to my voice, talking along with me, as you fuck yourself. Be loud. You are by yourself, after all. Then, when you have finally stopped orgasming and moaning, you will send it to me so I can hear you get off to my voice.”

She didn’t think she could possibly get off again, her last orgasm being so strong, let alone record all of her most intimate sounds while listening to his voice. And yet… her toy still held a strong charge… and she didn’t want to let Sir down when he issued a command.

The faint buzz of her toy mingled in the air with the familiar sound of his voice and her moans in response.