The instant I walk in the door, I know she is upset. She is sitting at the kitchen table, having a beer, with her brow in a scowl. I smile sweetly at her, and say, "Hey". As I walk past her, I see that the papers spread out in front of her are her credit card statement. I instantly tense, and head towards the fridge for a glass of wine. "So, what's up ?" I ask her. "You're home early today." I walk up behind her, and place my hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. She is tense also. "I see that you have used my credit card," she says. I can hear the anger in her… 続きを読む

I masturbate every morning. Sometimes it's quick, in the shower. I rub my clit with the ribbed handle of my razor, and slowly slide my wet finger in my tight little bum, and explode. Other times it's slow, taking my time, like when I use my beads. I stand at the foot of my bed and watch myself undress in the mirror of my headboard. I stare at my breasts. They are very large for my small frame (32 DDD), and when I remove my bra, they bounce against my rib cage. I grab my beads, and edible massage lotion and lay across my bed. The lotion is raspberry flavored, pink and fluffy, and cold as… 続きを読む