Seeing the clear substance pool.
Spreading legs, feeling for that puckered place of mine.
Laid on my back, legs spread, slut like, naked whore, good and ready.
Feeling down, careful not to spill the liquid, the vehicle to ease the transition from innocent to filthy.
Finger presses on the tight rosebud of flesh, pressing inwards, feeling the sudden cold against the hot skin there.
Two fingers on the inside, warming, stretching, easing, lubing.
My other hand clutches the glass plug, pre-warming to body temperature.
Ready to insert.
Moving it into place, pressing the tip firmly against my entrance.
Feeling myself open up slowly, the liquid coating my flesh inside and out easing it inside.
Shame spreads at the ease of the motion, yes, you’ve done this before, slut.
Pressing, harder, harder.
Not too fast, savour the sensation of entry.
Feeling the insertion reach maximum width, stretched over the unyielding glass… then sucked all the way in, to the hilt before the flare.
A wipe to wash fingers.
The lube set back on the bedside cabinet.
Especially extra tight knickers pulled up my legs, hitched up a little too high on the hips. Jeans follow.
Bra and t-shirt thrown on from the wardrobe.
I am ready to go about my Wanton Wednesday now.
Filthy, filled… fucked? Hopefully later.
See who else is being wanton this Wednesday…