Eros Daily Musings and Digressions

He’s just fucked me and made me cum a few times in the basement. I check my cell phone. “My sister said she’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Good,” he says. “Let’s go fire up the Hitachi Wand.”

“Are you serious?” I say.

He just looks at me.

He follows me to the bed and I plug in the wand and hand it to him. He pushes me on to the bed, then starts working me over, pushing it on my cunt. He is ruthless with making me cum. It’s as if every time I orgasm, he gains more energy and power.

It’s broad daylight, so I shrink and close my eyes.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he orders, and I look up at him towering over me.

My eyes are open, and I cum.

Still, he doesn’t stop. In the middle of my second orgasm, he gets a phone call.

He holds a finger to his lips. “Be still.”

He fishes the phone out of his pocket, checks caller ID, and answers it.

“Hi Mom, how are you?”

I’m trembling silently as he converses with her. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me to the floor as if I’m a piece of luggage. He puts a foot on my belly and grinds the wand in my crotch harder

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

His eyes tell me, as he tells his mom, “Yeah I’m looking forward to it. Yes, I will take care of it. I love you, Mom. See you tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, I’m cumming, an implosion…

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