This is what happens when my pussy needs attention.

Eyeing the box containing my newest vibrator as I enter my bedroom, it occurs to me – and not for the first time today – that my pussy needs attention.

I’ve only used it twice since we bought it together – the first time with him watching through the lens of his camera, the second time by myself in combination with my favorite glass toy – and the sight of my newest mini vibe ~ small, powerful, and shockingly purple ~ triggers an idea:  This might be just the thing to jump start my afternoon.

Freshly showered and well-rested, I text him a photo telegraphing my intention{s} and tell him I’m thinking of having an orgasm.

(I have, after all, been thinking of his cock.)
(Obsessively.)
(In detail.)
(For several days now.)

It is an idea he wholeheartedly embraces.

Deciding to include him in my pleasurable pursuit{s}, especially knowing he’s on his lunch break (and wouldn’t he much rather be lunching on me?), I one-hand my camera app between the alternating vibratory patterns and speeds to snap and send a view or two.

woman's fingers holding purple vibrabor against nude torso in background

It is a fun/ctional session, fast and in{furiatingly}tense, the rumbling repetitive bbbbzzZZZTTTTTTttt of my vibrator combining perfectly with the circular slide of pressure I’m applying to my clit, and it when my orgasm comes (no pun intended) it pounds through me with prolonged pulses that make my thighs shake and my womb ache with protracted need.

When I am done, I am not so much satiated as I am spent.  But time is encroaching and responsibility is calling, so I take a moment to catch my breath and though my body is begging for more, I reluctantly call it quits.

For now.

I quickly snap a soft-focus post-pleasure photo, hearing my cat’s approaching purr and feeling the familiar paw-pounce dip in the bed as I do so.

I should send him another smile, I think, feeling the “pet me” cheek-press of my kitty against the side of my leg, before I have to dress for work.

Rolling over, I take a moment to center the camera, and then…

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cat photo-bombing woman

Photobombed. AGAIN.

. . . OH.

Heh.

Nevermind.

Apparently my pussy needs attention.

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18 thoughts on “This is what happens when my pussy needs attention.

  1. Nero

    As a guy I can confirm he’d definitely rather be lunching on you!
    And again, as a guy, I say thankyou for sending the text/pic to make him a part of your afternoon pleasure.
    We appreciate that stuff.

    Reply
    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      Ah, yes. The post-orgasmic sleepy bliss…

      I sometimes masturbate when I can’t get to sleep at night, hoping for that very result. It’s always a toss-up though. Sometimes it works as intended, but other times it just revs up my “on” setting to “more, More, MORE!” 😉

      Reply

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