Horny at the Wrong Time
Horny at the Wrong Time
There hasn’t been too much sexy action this week. My Mom was in town and I was on the rag. That lethal combination means that I was REALLY horny but couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I mean I couldn’t do anything with anyone else.
I did have two big thrills this week. The first thrill was in Paris. I stayed in a 5-star luxury hotel off the Champes Elysee. Fantastic hotel room. Totally romantic, shame I went there with my mom.
Even though I was already horny, I then made the mistake of ordering a large plate of seafood. I must have had about 20 oysters. Yikes.
After dinner I was horny. I kept trying to think of ways that I could “lose” my mom and go on the prowl. Maybe I could sneak out of the hotel room and have a rendez -vous with someone.
That never came into fruition. I figured my libido could wait a few more days. I mean how often is it that my parents are in town?
After my mom went to bed I went into the bathroom. They had a shower head massage but you couldn’t focus the water into a narrow stream. Determined to orgasm, McGuyvered the shower head. I unscrewed the head from the coil hose so that the water was just flowing out of the hose. I turned up the water pressure and spread legs so that each leg was dangling off the side tub.
Next placed the hose 2 centimeters from my clit. BINGO instant orgasm. The water pressure and in the hotel was much better than the pressure here in my flat. When I came, it felt amazing. The feeling of warm water oozing on my pussy feels fantastic. I kept the hose in the same position and came two more times.
I had to come quietly because Mom was in the other sleeping. Sometimes the quiet orgasms are the best.
The next day, back in London, I ran into my ex at a night club. I’m not sure if I was glad to see him or if I were feeling horny.
When we stood close together in the club I rubbed my hand over his cock. He didn’t try to stop me. He had that look in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted me. I love having that sort of power over guys; when you know they want you.
The second thrill was the Test Site giant slide at the Tate Modern. What a rush, what a thrill. If you haven’t been there, go now!
There hasn’t been too much sexy action this week. My Mom was in town and I was on the rag. That lethal combination means that I was REALLY horny but couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I mean I couldn’t do anything with anyone else.
I did have two big thrills this week. The first thrill was in Paris. I stayed in a 5-star luxury hotel off the Champes Elysee. Fantastic hotel room. Totally romantic, shame I went there with my mom.
Even though I was already horny, I then made the mistake of ordering a large plate of seafood. I must have had about 20 oysters. Yikes.
After dinner I was horny. I kept trying to think of ways that I could “lose” my mom and go on the prowl. Maybe I could sneak out of the hotel room and have a rendez -vous with someone.
That never came into fruition. I figured my libido could wait a few more days. I mean how often is it that my parents are in town?
After my mom went to bed I went into the bathroom. They had a shower head massage but you couldn’t focus the water into a narrow stream. Determined to orgasm, McGuyvered the shower head. I unscrewed the head from the coil hose so that the water was just flowing out of the hose. I turned up the water pressure and spread legs so that each leg was dangling off the side tub.
Next placed the hose 2 centimeters from my clit. BINGO instant orgasm. The water pressure and in the hotel was much better than the pressure here in my flat. When I came, it felt amazing. The feeling of warm water oozing on my pussy feels fantastic. I kept the hose in the same position and came two more times.
I had to come quietly because Mom was in the other sleeping. Sometimes the quiet orgasms are the best.
The next day, back in London, I ran into my ex at a night club. I’m not sure if I was glad to see him or if I were feeling horny.
When we stood close together in the club I rubbed my hand over his cock. He didn’t try to stop me. He had that look in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted me. I love having that sort of power over guys; when you know they want you.
The second thrill was the Test Site giant slide at the Tate Modern. What a rush, what a thrill. If you haven’t been there, go now!
posted by Naive London Girl at 12/10/2006 06:06:00 PM
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1 Comments:
wish i could have been there to help you with that problem.
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