Marissa

It’s a quiet, cold winter night. The snow was lightly falling as Marissa saw her reflection in the window. Shutting her blinds, she waltzed back over to her full length mirror that hung over her door and dropped her silver satin robe. She began to examine herself from the bottom up.

Her toes, freshly painted red. Her long, soft, smooth legs that led up to her brand new red laced thong she bought earlier that day. She bought it a size too small because she liked it that way. It hugged her so tightly it was inevitable that she’d have the prettiest little camel toe. She reached down and traced the outline with her fingers. She moved up to her small, toned stomach. Her skin was as white as snow. A little higher sat her perfectly rounded B cup breast. They say in a red braulette, her pink nipples peaking through the delicate lace. Her fingers found their way up to them, giving them a light but firm squeeze. Her makeup was so light, except for that ruby red lipstick, her favorite. It made her gray eyes pop even more than usual. Her long black hair was in a neat braid.

She loved this secret part of her. No one else knew about this. About her incontrolable urges and her passion for sex and all things sexual. They wouldn’t understand.

She was 19. Listening to all the stories of her friends recently losing their virginities where quite a snooze. She’d often doze off, day dreaming of what she would be doing that very night. Just the thought made her shiver. She couldn’t wait.

What’s to blame for her little secret? Losing her virginity to an older guy at the age of 17 was just the beginning. She fell in love. Not with the guy. With sex. The intimacy. The rush. The feeling. She wanted more. And more.

Now every Friday night while her parents were away, the real her came out to play.

She’d chosen red because that is his favorite color. James always said red made her look feisty. He knew just how to rile her up. Marissa looked at the clock. 8:00PM. He wouldn’t be there for another two hours but she always liked getting ready early. Was it the nerves? No. Was it that time consuming? No.

She did it for herself. Usually when she had time to spare (most of the time, on purpose) she would have a little fun on her own.

She eagerly made her way to her king sized bed and gently laid down on her fluffy white comforter. She reached her left hand over and under the bed to find her special box sitting there, right where she left it. She placed it on the bed next to her and closed her eyes. After ten seconds of rummaging through, she grasped an item, help it up, and open her eyes.

“Pinky, my favorite”. She said with a mischievous smile. She returned the box to its rightful place and sat upright on her bed. Pinky was a smaller version of the magic wand vibrator. It had three different speed settings. But the main reason Pinky was her favorite was because it was so small, she’d often take it to go. Wherever she would go.

Slowly she lowered the top of her thong, placing Pinky right on her clit. Setting number one. Marissa bit her lip with excitement because she knew this was only the beginning. Setting two. She let out a small moan. She moved the vibrator in small circles, massaging her clit. Setting three. Pinky the vibrator is running full speed and Marissa’s small moans have now turned into breathless, long moans & gasps for air. She was feeling it. Now she was making bigger circles, stimulating her entire pussy. She was getting close, she could feel it.

She placed the vibrator right on her clit and pressed down hard. After 30 seconds she let out a sharp, intense howl and drops Pinky to the ground. Breathless, she reaches down to feel the wetness between her legs. Her fingers raise up to her face revealing a shiny, sticky substance all over them. Her cum.

Suddenly, she hears the doorbell ring. With a big smile on her face she sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks up all the cum she gathered. She knew she tasted damn good.

“Now let the real fun begin...” She said with a big smile as she picked up her robe, threw it around her and headed for the stairs.