Shared Whispers in the Dark

As I sit here tonight, the memories of my youth flood back to me, carrying with them the scent of lavender and the softness of worn cotton sheets. I am Mary Ellen, a woman of thirty-nine, with red hair that cascades like flames down my back, blue eyes that have witnessed both joy and sorrow, and pale skin that bears the marks of a life well-lived. My lean frame, once the vessel of teenage restlessness, now moves with the grace of a woman who has found her place in the world. But tonight, as I reminisce, I am transported back to a time when the world was simpler, and the boundaries of intimacy were just beginning to blur.

It was a Friday night, just like any other, when Marie came over for one of our sleepovers. Marie, my best friend since childhood, was the yin to my yang. Where I was fiery and impulsive, she was calm and measured. Her dark hair, always neatly tied, framed her face, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. We were inseparable, sharing everything from our deepest secrets to our most embarrassing moments. And on nights like these, we shared something even more intimate.

My bedroom, with its twin beds pushed against opposite walls, was our sanctuary. The walls were painted a soft pink, adorned with posters of our favorite bands and quotes that resonated with our young souls. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on my bedside table, casting long shadows that danced across the ceiling. The air was thick with anticipation as we settled into our beds, our bodies inches apart, yet worlds away.

We started, as we always did, by talking about boys. Marie had a crush on the new kid in school, a lanky boy with a guitar and a smile that could light up the room. I, on the other hand, had my eye on the quarterback, a tall, broad-shouldered boy with a laugh that made my heart skip a beat. We giggled, our voices hushed, as we recounted our latest encounters, the brush of a hand, the stolen glance, the whispered compliment. The conversation flowed easily, as it always did between us, but as the night deepened, so did our topics.

“Have you ever… you know… done it?” Marie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. We both knew what she meant. The act of self-pleasure, something whispered about in hushed tones in the hallways of our school, was a topic we had danced around but never directly addressed.

I felt my heart race, my cheeks flush. “I… I have,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “Have you?”

Marie nodded, her eyes downcast. “A few times. It’s… it’s kind of nice, you know?”

A nervous giggle escaped me. “Yeah, it is. I mean, it’s not the same as with a boy, but… it’s something, right?”

She smiled, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. “Definitely something. Want to… I don’t know… maybe try it together? Just… in the same room, I mean. Not like, together-together.”

My breath caught in my throat. The idea was thrilling, taboo, and utterly intoxicating. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “But just… in the dark. And we don’t have to touch or anything. Just… you know, listen.”

Marie’s smile widened, and we both turned onto our sides, facing away from each other, our backs to the room. The darkness enveloped us, amplifying every sound, every sensation. I could feel the weight of her presence, the warmth of her body radiating across the small space between our beds. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms beginning to sweat as I reached down, my fingers brushing against the soft cotton of my pajama bottoms.

The room was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs. I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling as I slipped them beneath the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling them down my legs. The cool air kissed my skin, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My other hand followed, tracing the curve of my hip, my stomach, until it reached the soft, sensitive flesh between my legs.

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as my fingers made contact with my dampness. The darkness heightened every sensation, every touch, every whisper of fabric against skin. I began to move slowly, my fingers circling, teasing, before slipping inside. The wetness was immediate, my body responding to the familiar touch, the familiar rhythm. I bit my lip, stifling a moan, as I began to move in earnest, my fingers sliding in and out, the sound of my wetness filling the room.

From the other bed, I heard Marie’s soft gasp, followed by the rustle of fabric. My eyes remained closed, but I could picture her, her hand mirroring mine, her fingers exploring her own body. The sound of her movements reached my ears, a wet, squelching noise that sent a jolt of arousal through me. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. I felt my breath quicken, my body tensing as I listened to her, her soft moans intertwining with mine.

“Oh… oh God,” Marie whispered, her voice thick with desire. “That feels… so good.”

Her words sent a wave of heat through me, and I quickened my pace, my fingers moving faster, deeper. The darkness seemed to press in around us, amplifying every sound, every sensation. I could hear her breathing, ragged and uneven, and the wetness of her own touch. It was as if we were connected, our pleasures intertwined, our bodies moving in sync despite the distance between us.

“Mmm… yes,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop… don’t stop.”

Her response was a soft, needy whimper, and I felt my own arousal build, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure—the wet squelching of our fingers, the soft moans, the occasional gasp. It was a symphony of desire, a raw, unfiltered expression of our shared intimacy.

As I neared the edge, my body trembling with anticipation, I heard Marie’s voice, breathless and urgent. “I’m… I’m close. Are you…?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop… please.”

Her fingers moved faster, her moans growing louder, and I followed suit, my body arching off the bed as I pushed myself closer to the edge. The darkness seemed to pulse around us, alive with our desire, and then, with a cry that was equal parts relief and ecstasy, I fell over the edge. My body shook, my fingers still moving as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My moans filled the room, mingling with Marie’s, our voices a chorus of release.

As the last shudders of my orgasm faded, I lay still, my breath coming in ragged gasps. From the other bed, I heard Marie’s soft laughter, and I couldn’t help but join in, a giddy, breathless sound that echoed through the room. We didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The silence between us was comfortable, understanding, filled with the unspoken bond of what we had just shared.

Slowly, I turned onto my back, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Marie did the same, our gazes meeting briefly before we both looked away, our cheeks flushed with embarrassment and satisfaction. The air was heavy with the scent of our arousal, the sheets tangled around our legs, and I felt a sense of closeness to her that went beyond words.

“That was…” Marie began, her voice trailing off.

“Yeah,” I agreed, a smile playing on my lips. “It was.”

We lay there in silence for a while longer, the only sound the soft hum of the night outside. Eventually, Marie rolled onto her side, facing me, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Goodnight, Mary Ellen,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Marie,” I replied, my voice soft and content.

As I drifted off to sleep, the memory of the night’s events etched itself into my mind, a testament to the intimate bond we shared. The darkness had amplified every sensation, every sound, every touch, creating a connection that went beyond the physical. It was a night of discovery, of shared pleasure, and of the unspoken understanding that sometimes, the most intimate moments are the ones we don’t touch, but simply feel.

And as I lie here now, years later, the memory of that night remains vivid, a reminder of the raw, uninhibited joy of youth, and the unique bond I shared with Marie. It was a night of mutual exploration, of sounds and sensations, of the darkness that brought us closer together, even as we remained apart. A night that, even now, brings a smile to my lips and a warmth to my heart.

Bidet Masturbation at the Hotel

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I entered the luxurious bathroom of my hotel room. It was a much-needed weekend getaway, a short drive away from my mundane daily routine. As a lover of the arts, I had planned this trip to indulge in a few theater shows and immerse myself in the city’s cultural offerings. But I never expected to discover such an intriguing fixture in my hotel bathroom.

The room itself was elegant and spacious, with a cozy bed and a stunning view of the city skyline. But it was the bathroom that truly captivated my attention. It was a sanctuary of marble and glass, with a large soaking tub, a spacious shower, and a separate glass-enclosed area that piqued my curiosity. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a bidet, a device I had only heard about but never seen in person.

I was intrigued. My lean build and love for the finer things in life often led me to seek unique experiences, and this bidet seemed like a delightful adventure waiting to unfold. I had always been a curious soul, eager to explore new sensations and pleasures.

As I approached the bidet, I noticed its sleek design and gleaming chrome fixtures. It was a modern marvel, with various controls and settings, a far cry from the simple showers I was accustomed to. I had heard whispers of the pleasure it could provide, but I was about to find out for myself.

With a playful smile, I undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor, revealing my slender, naked form. My pale skin glowed under the soft bathroom lights, and my nipples hardened in anticipation. I stepped into the glass enclosure, feeling the cool tiles beneath my feet. The bidet was inviting, its seat beckoning me to take a seat.

I lowered myself onto the bidet, feeling the smooth, cold surface against my bare skin. The sensation was thrilling, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. I reached for the controls, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the settings. I wanted to start gently, so I set the water temperature to a warm, soothing level and aimed the jet towards my nether regions.

As the water gushed out, it hit my clitoris with a gentle yet stimulating force. I gasped, my eyes closing involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washed over me. The warm water massaged my sensitive bud, sending tingles throughout my body. I leaned back, letting the water do its magic, and my hands instinctively moved to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently.

The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was as if the bidet was designed specifically for my pleasure, catering to my most intimate desires. I let out a soft moan, my breath quickening as the pleasure intensified. My fingers teased my nipples, rolling and pinching them gently, heightening the sensations coursing through my body.

I adjusted the water pressure, increasing it slightly, and the sensation became more intense. The water pulsated against my clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my core. I spread my legs wider, inviting the water to explore deeper, and my fingers found their way down, tracing my wetness, and dipping into my warmth.

I was getting lost in the sensations, my mind drifting to a place of pure ecstasy. I imagined the bidet as a skilled lover, caressing and pleasuring me with its powerful jet. I let out a soft cry, my hips involuntarily bucking as I edged closer to the precipice of pleasure.

With one hand still playing with my nipples, I used the other to rub my clit in circles, matching the rhythm of the water. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. I was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “That’s it… right there…”

I increased the water pressure further, and the bidet seemed to understand my needs, responding with a stronger, more focused stream. My fingers worked in unison, rubbing and circling my clit, pushing me closer to the brink.

“Oh, god! I’m… I’m…” I struggled to form words as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

And then, with a final, powerful surge of water, I climaxed. My body shook, my back arching, and a cry of ecstasy escaped my lips. The bidet had brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm, one that left me breathless and trembling.

I sat there for a moment, my heart racing, and my body buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. I had never experienced such intense pleasure from a simple bathroom fixture. It was a revelation, a discovery that would forever change my perspective on pleasure.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the bidet had more to offer. With a mischievous smile, I decided to explore further. I adjusted the settings, increasing the water temperature and pressure to a higher level, curious to see how it would feel.

The warm water now felt like a hot caress, almost scalding, but in a pleasurable way. I spread my legs even wider, inviting the water to explore deeper, and my fingers once again joined the dance, stroking and teasing my clit.

The sensations were intense, almost overwhelming. The hot water felt like a thousand tiny fingers, massaging and stimulating my most sensitive spots. I moaned, my voice echoing in the glass enclosure, as I surrendered to the pleasure.

“Oh, yes… harder… more…” I urged, my words fueled by desire.

I increased the pressure further, and the water became a powerful jet, pounding against my clit with relentless force. My fingers matched the rhythm, rubbing and circling, driving me wild with pleasure. I was on the edge again, my body yearning for release.

“Fuck, yes!” I cried out, my voice raw and primal.

The bidet seemed to understand my needs, responding with a final, intense burst of water. My fingers worked feverishly, and with a final, desperate cry, I came again. My body convulsed, my legs shaking, and a torrent of pleasure washed over me.

I collapsed back against the seat, my breath ragged, and my heart pounding. The bidet had delivered yet another mind-blowing orgasm, leaving me utterly satisfied and exhausted. I had never imagined such a simple device could bring me so much pleasure.

As I stepped out of the bidet, my legs felt weak, but my mind was alive with new possibilities. I knew I had to have one of these in my own home. The idea of having such a powerful tool for pleasure at my disposal was too enticing to ignore.

The rest of my weekend getaway was filled with delightful theater experiences, but my mind kept wandering back to the bidet. I couldn’t wait to get home and start researching the best models available. I wanted to recreate that intense pleasure in the comfort of my own bathroom.

Upon returning home, I immediately began my quest to find the perfect bidet. I scoured the internet, reading reviews and comparing features. I wanted a model that offered a range of settings, from gentle to intense, and one that would complement my bathroom’s aesthetics.

After much deliberation, I settled on a sleek, modern bidet with a host of customizable features. I eagerly awaited its delivery, counting down the days until I could experience that pleasure once again.

Finally, the bidet arrived, and I couldn’t contain my excitement. I carefully followed the installation instructions, ensuring every connection was secure. I tested the settings, adjusting the water temperature and pressure to my liking.

As I sat on my new bidet, I felt a sense of anticipation and familiarity. The warm water caressed my skin, and I smiled, remembering the intense pleasure I had experienced in the hotel. I adjusted the settings, increasing the pressure, and let out a soft moan as the water hit my clit.

The sensations were just as I remembered, perhaps even more intense in the comfort of my own home. I closed my eyes, letting the water work its magic, and my hands found their way to my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples.

“Welcome home,” I whispered to myself, as the bidet delivered yet another mind-blowing orgasm, leaving me satisfied and eager for more.

From that day on, my bidet became a beloved fixture in my bathroom, offering me countless moments of pleasure and relaxation. I had discovered a new form of self-love, one that combined the soothing power of water with the intense sensations of clitoral stimulation.

And so, my weekend getaway not only provided me with cultural enrichment but also introduced me to the world of bidet play, a delightful surprise that would forever change the way I experienced pleasure.

Keeping Together While Away On Business

phone sex, business trip, relationship, distance, masturbation

This new boyfriend of mine, he’s really sexy and we like to fuck a lot. Sadly around a month in to our relationship, he had to go away for three weeks on a business trip and I was not looking forward to being not fucked for this length of time, and he suggested we make do with having phone sex every night until he got back, I thought this was a fantastic idea and we then started comparing our experiences with phone sex in the past and how many people we’d done it with, how we found them etc.

One of the stories he told me was how when he was in college he’d called a phone sex line a few times and had some pretty hot times with a few of the ladies on there and how he wished he’d have been able to call nightly since it turned him on so being able to masturbate for these women and have them listen to him cum and stroke his cock for them. He called the first night he was there and we’d both had a couple of drinks and were feeling horny and started touching ourselves and I was rubbing my clit and getting so fucking wet as I listened to him masturbating. I told him how badly I wanted to suck his cock and play with his balls as he licked my saved cunt and we did a nice 69 together. I loved how he sucked on my clit and slid his tongue into my pussy, he was an expert at it.

I came so many times that night as he talked me through my orgasms and said he was as hard as a rock for me. I knew when he got home I was going to fuck his brains out like he hadn’t been fucked in a long time. We continued on like this nightly, having wonderful phone sex and getting off several times each and even watching each other on cam a few times to really spice things up. It’s really helped make the time apart much more acceptable knowing we could still cum together nightly.

Phone Sex & Dating

tit fuck, tits, breasts, phone sex

This new boyfriend of mine, well I don’t usually fuck on a first date, but I’m not totally against any fooling around, so I decided I’d go as far as a tit wank with this guy. We’d met on an online dating site and chatted for a few days and one night he even called me up and I was so fucking horny when he called, I asked if he’d like to try phone sex. I likely shouldn’t have said that considering we hadn’t met yet and were going on our first date a few days later, but I frankly wanted to cum and I thought phone sex I can have right now.

He of course jumped right on board and said he hadn’t had phone sex in ages, and he whipped his cock right out and started stroking himself. I could hear his wet cock in the background as I was fingering my pussy. I’d shaved a few hours before in the shower and was plenty wet when I got in bed and had him on the phone. Masturbating is always so much better with another person, I’d been into phone sex for many years, and I loved his voice and the way he sounded and we both came really hard. He said he was glad I’d even mentioned the idea of phone sex since he was horny, too.

So our date night arrived and I could see the bulge in his pants most of the night. I said I wasn’t ready to fuck yet, but I’d love it if he put that big dick between my tits and gave me a titty fuck. I sure didn’t need to ask him twice! He took out that cock and I leaned forward and grabbed my own tits and started working them up and down his dripping shaft. I said I’d loved hearing him stroke his cock the other night when we had phone sex and how wet it had made me. He blew that load all over my tits and asked if I’d mind if he’d lick it off. I said it was fine, and he licked his cum off them and then sucked on my nipples. It was fucking hot. After he dropped me off, he called an hour later, horny again and we had phone sex again and I came 4 times. I’m a horny bitch for sure!

Listening In To Phone Sex Can Be Fun

eavesdropping, masturbation, phone sex

A few weeks ago I had to spend a week with some relatives and they were so out in the sticks I didn’t even have cell phone reception. They had a landline that I had to use, I felt so deprived of normal means of communication with this corded landline! These cousins of my mom are nice people, but not with it as far as technology goes, they don’t even have internet. One night before bed, at least there was phones in the bedrooms, I was going to call my mom to say goodnight and I picked up the phone and there was people talking on it.

Then I remembered a few days ago when I arrived my cousin briefly mentioning the phone was a party line. Christ, I didn’t even think such things were around anymore, but she said they didn’t use the phone much, so no need for a full time use phone. I was about to hang up when I heard the people on the party line were having phone sex. I couldn’t help but place my hand over the receiver and listen in. They were breathing pretty hard and talking very dirty. The man had such sexy sounds and I was starting to get turned on by what they were saying. I knew I’d have to be dead quiet, but I started masturbating with them.

He was guiding her masturbation and I started to do as he was telling her to do at the same time and it was fucking hot! He knew exactly what to tell us to do to drive us insane. I wondered how he’d have felt if he’d known he was getting two women off instead of one? I’ll never know. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I came at the same time as the lady did. It was one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had listening in and joining in their phone sex. I wondered after they hung up and I did too how wise it was to engage in that on a party line, since if I’d heard them, others might have as well. Maybe that was part of the thrill…