Finally getting to CUM after being denied alllll day [F]

I'm still shaky and breathless and my head is completely floating above the clouds, but you know what?

I fucking earned it.

Lemme tell you why.

It all started last night. There I was, settled into bed, PJs on the floor next to me, battery powered boyfriend ready in hand, headphones in, ready to take myself to pound fucking town, and you know what happens?

A text. From a boy. Well, a man, but he acts more like an idiot.

Fuck it, I thought, maybe a lil spicy text session could be fun. If you're anything like me, you know that sexting is usually a lot more "hair in a nasty bun while I eat cheetos and tell you I'm going crazy on myself" situation, but I've been trying to fuck this guy for MONTHS, so I hit him with the "I'm surprised ur up, something on ur mind?"

I flipped my toy on and waited for his dot dot dots turn into a message to tell me all systems were go.

Thirty fucking seconds I sat there, vibing my clit, waiting for temu Shakespeare to hit me with some kind of raunchy sonnet, but instead I got "not much hbu."

Well, Darren, if you must know, I'm dying to cum and you're not making this easier.

So I returned with a "was just thinking about u actually!"

No fucking dice. This man served me cold fucking nothing for a half dozen messages while my clam slowly shrivelled into itself and closed for business. Even after I wrote him off and tried to give youporn another crack, I was too mad to get things off the ground again.

So I went to bed. Horny, frustrated, and unsatisfied.

But then! Morning! A beautiful one at that - birds chirping, sun shining, and my rubbery Mr. Wonderful still shoved under the covers next to me.

And, oh my, Buzz, you ARE eager this morning! Why don't you just get to work on mama and gimme a little of that sweet magic we were denied last night. Second speed, not too fast, good for working me up, not loud enough to let anyone hear me going at it. Just right.

Oh Buzz, you sure know how to get a girl going. Just like that, oh my…

FUCK!

No, no, no, come on!

Fucking battery powered piece of SHIT!

VVVVVVVVVVVVV went to vvvvvvvvv went to dead silence, and I found myself holding nothing more than a long, phallic paper weight.

And no, I was not about to polish myself off acoustic style. I'm not a Mennonite. My ancestors fought for my right to own and fuck electric power tools god damnit!

So I dug out the power cord and balanced him under my bed with that shitty little magnetic bullshit thingy touching the contacts just right before I whispered a threat to him.

"You better be ready to go when I get home, you little piece of shit!"

That oughta show him!

So I went to the mall. I needed outfits to impress a boy. No, a different one this time. That other one was dead to me. Didn't he know that a girl only answers your 1:00am "wyd" because she's DOWN?! His loss.

I won't lie. I'm a little vain. Conceited, you might say. Shocker, right? Whatever. The thing is, I looked good. Damn fucking good. I pulled on skirts, dresses, tops, you name it, anything my friend threw over the stall door for me. And it was a little bit of a thrill, I won't lie, to let my mind wander just a little bit.

Down.

Down there.

"Shit, girl," I whispered, pulling my panties away from my pussy to inspect her little mess. "Little worked up, huh?"

What was that harm, anyway? Not like I was gonna cum in the waiting room or anything. That would be crazy!

And yet…

My fingers did feel kinda nice.

And the girl in the mirror was kinda hot.

And I was 0 for 2 on the self-love mission so far.

So I slipped one in.

And wiggled.

"Oh," I squeaked quietly.

"'Kay," my friend said on the other side of the door. "You alright in there?"

FuckOffFuckOffFuckOff you fucking bitch why don't you go and…

"Just a sneeze," I lied. Honestly, my legs were going all wobbly and I was not doing a good job of 'just touching for a sec'. I was actually about to…

"Do you need me help?"

I almost put my fist through the wall. I almost cried. I don't care who knows it. It almost happened.

But instead I replied that I was fine, licked myself clean (which I will accept approximately zero judgement for, thank you), and left.

All day, all I could think of was what I'd do to myself the minute I got home. Through lunch with Tori. Through picking up groceries with my parents. Through dinner.

Up to about…oh, I don't know, 20 minutes ago, when I finally excused myself, ran up to my room, shoved $19 of discretely shipped veiny silicone up my sorely neglected cunt and pushed the power button until it sounded like I'd swallowed a lawn mower. Or angry beehive.

And yes, I did in fact cum. Six times. My sheets are a mess. I'm sweaty. My fingers are still buzzing and my clit is borderline numb. The room smells like pussy. A whole lotta pussy.

But I finally did it.

And I guess it was kinda worth the wait.

Kinda.