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‘Love Me’, a Sunday Smut guest post

So once again I manage to get away with not having to write something for Sunday Smut. I know I could cheat and just copy and paste an old story/email I have written, but the idea behind Sunday Smut was for me to write some original stories. Here is something I am proud of, an established writer in their own right branching out into something they’ve never written before and making a damn good job of it. It is the naked (behave) honesty of this that gives me the good shivers and I hope is does for you.

Love Me

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was surprised to see that the reflection wasn’t nearly as ugly as she thought it would be. The bikini bottoms hugged her hips and the top wrapped itself around her breasts like a glove. She turned to the side to look at her profile and saw that her waist –contrary to the picture of herself she had in her mind– was narrow and then curved out to meet her stomach and hips. She put her hands on her hips and faced the mirror once again as a smile crept across her face.

It was finally starting to sink in – the confidence she had tried so hard to gain was finally beginning to alter her image of herself. She was finally seeing herself as attractive, maybe even, in this bathing suit, a little sexy.

She bit her lip, tiptoed over to her bedroom door and locked it. She took her top off and looked at herself again in the mirror. She felt herself get a little excited and her body was suddenly flushed at the prospect of doing something so unlike her.

She wheeled her desk chair over to the full-length mirror and, closing her eyes, she began to drape her fingertips over the most sensitive part of her torso; the part that made her giggle and tremble and moan. Her bikini bottoms felt wet. Gently, seductively, she pulled the bottoms off and tossed them to the side. She sat in the chair and, with her eyes closed, began to trace her labia with her fingertips. She felt herself break out in goosebumps and let out a tiny sigh. She readjusted herself so that she was sitting on the edge of her seat with her legs spread wide and braced against the wall holding the mirror. Her fingers slid into her moist, warm vagina and she thrust them in and out a few times before sliding the moist digits up to her clit.

The warm, wet sensation made her shudder and she began to rub her clit in a circular motion. She made little moans that even she could barely hear and brought her free hand up to pinch her nipples. Once she was comfortable, and felt she was brave enough, she opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy and her cheeks were red and, surprisingly, she felt completely unashamed and unembarrassed.

She reached over and picked up her bullet shaped, hot pink vibrator. She turned it on and slid it in and out of her vagina, turning her on even more. When it was warm and wet to the touch she pulled it out and dragged it up to meet her clit. The initial sensation was enough to make her tremble with excitement. She gently put her middle finger into her vagina, pressing it firmly against her G spot, and used the other hand to position the vibrator right against her now engorged clit.

She moaned and tensed her abdominal muscles, strengthening the sensation. Her moans turned into sharp exhales and she felt herself get close. She focused on the reflection of her face and gave herself over to the pleasure. She watched her eyes grow wide and her mouth part to let out little grunts. Then: orgasm.

Her legs trembled but the pleasure was so intense that she had to regain control of them and brace them against the wall. She pushed them into the wall as hard as she could, but because the nook containing the mirror was so small, the chair only rolled a few inches before meeting the wall behind her. Her legs pushed and tensed until she thought she would go through the wall. She felt her eyes begin to roll back into her head and, feeling the overwhelming desire to give back some of the sensation, she pulled her hand up from her pussy and began to suck her thumb firmly and passionately until she gasped for air.

“Oh God, oh GOD, OH GOD,” she screamed until she could no longer take the intensity.

She pulled the vibrator away and turned it off panting and trembling. She looked up at the reflection again and all she could see was a look of pure contentment; pure satisfaction.

She picked up the bikini, rolled the chair back to her desk, and walked out of the room.

“He doesn’t know what he gave up…”

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