I have a backlog of a few diary entries, and haven't been sure how to present them. So maybe I'll do this? :) This is just a silly story about playing with myself in the tub, when I was about 21.
7/27/2016
I've been in a weird mood for the last couple days. I just finished writing the last chapter of Secret Love and I'm both sad to be done with Lindsey, Anna, and Veronica, but I'm also a little happy that their story has been told, and everything worked out so well for them. But I know I'm going to miss them, and the thought leaves me sad. Now I'm left pondering the next story, which one to write. So many inside my head.
I reread a few of the early chapters, idly... so many typos still exist in the first chapters... ugh!
But I'm reading about Lindsey's sexual awakening, drawn from so many of my own experiences... mmmm.... it's making me feel a little warm... ok, I guess I really am in a weird mood... ;)
I decided to take a long bath right in the middle of the afternoon.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door, and started the hot water running. I took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, I'm always afraid I'm getting a little tummy. :( I turn and look at my ass... ugh...still hate it. But my breasts are ok... I give them a squeeze and my brown nipples get hard... mmm. :) I look down.... I can almost see a shadow, where my legs come together. I'm going to need another wax, soon... but my wax girl is at the salon near school. I wont be there for a few weeks. Sigh. I see my tan line, the one-piece I wear when I'm at work has left bold lines, my legs and arms are so dark now, my tummy is much lighter. I'm going to have to lay out nude a few times, even it out. In the natural light coming in the window in this bathroom, my lack of tan almost looks like an arrow pointing down my body, at my vagina. Ok, I can take a hint.
I climb into the bath and lean back... mmmmm... it feels so good. I swam a lot this morning and hot water really loosens me up.
I close my eyes and think about how happy I am for Veronica, and how great she turned out... and Anna and her babies... and Lindsey, with her exciting life, and how they all make love with Stephen every night, the perfect man and father, taking his cum inside their bodies... hmmm... my fingertips run circles around my nipples as I think about them, about Stephen making love to his daughter, bringing back so many memories. I spread my legs and my hand slides down my tummy. When I look down I can just barely see the top of my labia, forming a neat squiggle line cresting the landscape of my lower torso. My fingers are now there, and slide down... mmmmm, it feels so good, daddy, when you touch me there.
I think of my younger self, laying in the tub just like I am now, exploring with the showerhead on my inexperienced little clit... mmm, that's a good idea. I sit up and grab the showerhead, turn it on, let the water get hot. I lay back again, feeling the sting of the tiny jets against my inner thigh. I avoid spraying it on my pussy, for now... I spray my tummy, I get goose bumps at the sensation. I run the spray across my nipples... it hurts... it feels good... Vern would understand... I go from left to right, and back again, my finger still lightly touching myself between my legs, sliding inside. I feel slick already.
I spray my thighs, my legs bent at the knees, the tub slightly not long enough for me to stretch out. I notice my breasts have droplets of water all over them, beading... it's the chlorine, I swim too much... I take my breast in my hand, crane down my neck, and take my nipple into my mouth, sucking the moisture off of it... mmmmm. Then I suck the other, thinking about Lindsey nursing Anna's baby for the first time. I suck hard, like a hungry baby...I bet her nipples felt something like this.
The water is deep enough that I feel it lapping against my butt, now... I don't have much experience playing in the danger zone, but I know when something feels nice. I spread my legs wider so the water can find me, and I even bring down the showerhead, arch my hips, lifting that hole up out of the water, and spray myself there. I try to relax and open myself...I almost wish something was pushing inside of it, like Lindsey used to feel with her toys.
But I can't take the teasing any more. I bring the showerhead up... I feel the small, hard jets against my pussy... I stifle a moan... but then remember I'm home alone, and I moan out loud. I sigh in pleasure as the pulsing water opens me, explores me. I cry out when it finds my clit, and assaults it, caresses it, licks it, loves it. I have flashbacks, of someone special doing this to me in the past, when she started... teaching me about pleasure, and cummies, and secrets.
As I pleasure myself I remember his body above me, my arms around his torso, accepting him between my legs, thrusting into me. I remember feeling so special, so safe, so loved... I remember crying out when he would cum inside me, feeling so happy I was able to do that for him. I remember him covering my mouth when I had a vocal cummie, so no one would hear.
I think about his cum in me, in my mouth, on my skin. I think of a new friend of mine, I think about how I recently saw his cum on his own daughter's skin... I shudder. I feel myself getting close. I think of my best friends still at school, those beautiful ladies, and how they threaten... promise... to rape me when I get back. I can't wait. I feel myself getting closer.
I take my fingers off of my body and move the shower spray up and down my skin, shuddering when it rakes across my clit.
I feel myself getting closer.
I pinch one nipple with my free hand, and then the other, remembering his mouth on them, so long ago. I remember being with him in this very bath tub, him using this very showerhead on my body just like I am now, I can almost hear him moaning softly as I soap him up, so huge and hard, to a younger girl's eyes and hands.
My hips buck, it started when I wasn't ready, the streams of water pulled my orgasm from me, him... fucking me... fucking me... his body on top of me, fucking me... oh my god, I miss you so much....
I take it as long as I can, and then with my free hand I cover myself, protect myself from the unrelenting stimulation of the pinprick shower spray. I close my legs trapping my hand there, for extra protection... I move the showerhead off of my skin, I'm too sensitive everywhere, I let it drop into the water near my butt.
I sigh, and then hear my mother's voice from outside the door, "Marissa, are you ok?"
She scared the hell out of me, I sat up... why is she here... is the door locked? was I just loud?
"Yeah mom I'm fine. Be done in a minute."
Yeah, I was probably loud... but hey, she can deal with it. A girl has needs. Judging by the toy I found in her dresser
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