UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES!

"Under Normal Circumstances!"

You would say - under normal circumstances this day would cry out for running a hot bath and softly, soooooftly letting go.

You would now be in the bathroom quickly filling with hot steam and with the lovely sweet perfume of your new bathing mousse, a Christmas present. You would be gingerly looking at your reflection in the mirror, brushing your teeth; a tired-looking image you'd make, by all means the reflection of a hard day... you would be making solemn promises to yourself not to rush on like this tomorrow, nor the day after tomorrow, nor indeed the whole next f... week.

After today it should all be over and done with, as you would say to yourself still looking in the mirror. No more shopping. No more working out. No more standing in line, no more rush-hours. No more looking on one's watch realizing time had again overtaken all good intentions.

You would be unbuttoning your shirt in front of the mirror, rather matter-of-factly, then unzip your jeans which would present your body to you in black lingerie... your eyes would linger for a while at the sight of your lovely lush breasts snugly fit inside the neat lacy bra cups, you'd be satisfied with the gorgeous look of these beauties as you released them by taking off your bra.

They would fall down a little by their own weight, but they would not sag at all, the large brown nipples firmly pointing forward. Then finally you would step out of your panties which you'd had on all day and the night before - a quick glance at the gusset would tell you all about the fluids that had spilled out of you.

Your abundant wetness, resulting in a very distinct whitish stain already partially dried up and crusty. It certainly proved the right time of the month for a panty order! Boy! The one receiving this most intimate of gifts would be the luckiest guy in the world... Just thinking of him you’d pick up your panties and only for a moment, hold the damp gusset to your nose, a thing you wouldn’t do often... Then, wonderfully naked, you would slide into the hot bath, the foam covering you up to the thin. You would perhaps consider playing a bit with yourself later on, causing tsunami waves gushing over the bathtub...

This you would do, under normal circumstances.

But not now.

Now, your hands ache to touch the little parcel which is quietly sitting on the bed beside you. You know what’s in it, yet you almost can’t stem the eagerness flowing out of you to open it, feel it, caress it... your lovely little plaything, your most wonderful of gifts, your most wanted toy ever – the glass dildo. Your hands tremble as you open the little box. Here lies your secret, on its plush pink bed, and you almost don’t dare to fold your fingers around it. It is cool. Like ice. You are alone and you are feeling very naughty. It is quite big, too. It is a piece of art. You have never seen a thing like this before, let alone used it... You are so wet.

Shirt and jeans are gone now in a matter of seconds. Only your panties you leave on for the time being. With a sudden eagerness you place your lips around the wonderful smooth glass shaft and you lick it – yes, it ís huge. Your pussy is melting.

Deep down in your belly you feel the tension mounting like a fist being clenched. You are hot, you feel fluids ooze out of you, soaking your panties crotch. Now you pull them aside to give your craving pussy what it wants. The glass shaft slides in. Your pussy is a river. You cry. Your fingers are sticky. There is a sudden urge to get on your knees, you do so, pulling the panties down in the same movement. You bend over. The instrument is inside you once more. You are liquid. It slides in and out, in and out. You begin working the swollen clitoris with one fingertip.

In and out.

You look down between your legs, you see your hands working, the glistening of the glass, you see the juices drip out of you like water. Your breast is heaving, you are breathing heavily now, your hearts beats out loud – thud, thud, thud, in your ears. You imagine someone looking down on you from behind right now.

You are open wide for anyone to see.

Then it comes, you come, like an earthquake, a waterfall. So powerful, so fast, unexpected even. Cascading through your body, shaking you all over. The wonderful weapon not even retracted, a hot crystal clear jet squirts out of your pussy, straight down on the sheet. Your hands are wet. You slump down to your side, pulling up your knees. You soothe your burning pussy, softly stroking the purple lips. You let the warm glass tip touch your mouth. You taste yourself.

You have screamed out quite loud.

You would not have done that.

Under normal circumstances.

Comment from Cindy:
Thank you Enzo!
I didn't realise sharing such intimate details with you regarding some Christmas presents I received could provoke such a wonderful erotic story! Thank you! ;-)