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Cured Insomnia
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Cured Insomnia
It's still a bit early but I am truly ready for bed. I have listened to
lectures, done physics lab, participated in debate, had my history discussion
group and worked on my math, all that taking up most of my time from 8 in the
morning till 8 in the evening. I have also bicycled to school and back, which
amounds to 10 miles on a bike, which sure doesn't help my tiredness. I can
barely see with my eyes, they are tired from all the reading I did without my
low prescription glasses, which I forgot home once again. I can also feel a
headache lurking just behind my eyes. Yes, early or not, this girl heads for
shower and then for bed for a nice relaxing sleep!
I turn the water on turning the hot-knob almost to the end. I am usually
fond of cool, some might say cold, showers, but today I need the heat to work
on my shoulders and to relax me. I retreat my hand from the shower stall,
replace the curtain and start to undress. I have lived in the dorms enough to
know that it takes some time before the shower gets warm enough so one can wet
something other than a hand.
I pull my shirt over my head and shiver a bit in the cold bathroom. My
nipples, of course, sensitive as they are, react immediately to the cool
air under the light cloth of my bra. The skin of my areolae starts to
get wrinkled producing a small raisin top which grows into a dehydrated
prune top. I sigh, partly from pleasure partly from the fact that my body
doesn't care how tired I am, it still gets excited at times I want to just
forget about all that is erotic.
I unzip my jeans and slip them off. I place my fingers under the waistband
of my underwear and shiver. I quickly slip the underwear off in effort of
trying to calm down. My nipples are erect to a point they hurt a bit and
I have to place my hands over my breasts to warm them before I can detach my
bra. I place all my clothes neatly in a pile, so when I get out of shower
I can easily take them with me after I have wrapped the towel around me.
I sigh and push the shower curtain away and test the water. It's perfect,
just cool enough so my skin doesn't burn but hot enough so the blood in the
surface veins will rush. I step in and let the water soak me. I sigh a more
relaxed sigh, this time from the fact that my nipples are back to normal and I
can't feel any erotic tingles I felt earlier. I just don't need it tonight.
Even the slightest erotic feelings disappear as I wash my hair, soap, and rinse
myself in a very clinical manner.
I turn off the water and step out of shower. I shiver in the cold, which
feels even worse than earlier because now my body has gotten used to the hot
water. I am glad that some of the steam has escaped from the shower stall
and warmed up the bathroom a bit although not enough. I quickly slip the
towel around me after speedily drying my hair. I snatch my cloth pile and
rush out of the bathroom and into my room, which is just two doors away.
Smartly I had turned the heat on before leaving for shower and now the tiny
room is warm enough so I can dry myself more thoroughly. I start with my
arms and run the towel over my whole armlengts couple of times, switching the
hand holding the towel so I can get the other arm dry too. In the back of my
mind I check for signs of arousal and happily find that they aren't too strong
that they would need attending. Good!
I now dry my face, neck, and carefully my breasts which causes my nipples
to spring into attention. I dry my stomach and bend over and let the water
drops from my skin absorb into the towel from my legs. I spread my legs and
place the end of the towel gently between my legs and start to pat the wetness
away. I cloud of pussy juice smell envelopes me even though I had washed my
pussy very thoroughly in the shower (or maybe just because of it) and I give
up. No use trying to dry something that just gets more wet from the drying.
I throw the towel on my chair and slip under my blanket.
I close my eyes and wait for sleep to come, which should come easily
considering how tired I am. I turn, my erect nipples rub against the
blanket and send a shiver of pleasure through my body. I wait and then turn
again this time so I am laying on my stomach thinking that that will ease the
erectness of my nipples and will help me forget the shiver.
My still damp from shower pussy accidently rubs against the piled up extra
blanket I keep just in case it gets really cold. I shiver and my nipples rub
against the mattress letting me know once again of their excistance. Now I
know my tries to sleep are in vain.
I turn again so my back is against the mattress and let my hand wander down
to check how wet I am. I rub the sides of my pussy and feel the really hot
flesh and wetness against my hand. I slide my finger between my pussy lips
and then move my hand out of the blanket next to my face. I smell the
juice and reach for my finger with my tongue. I can feel a rush of juices
wet my pussy even more as I taste the finger. My pussy starts to ache quite
like my nipples had ached just some minutes before when I had underessed for
the shower. It hurts and I try to shift and that doesn't help at all. I
need a nice big cock inside me right now, simple fingering won't do, I know.
I throw the blanket away and head for the small fridge I have in the room.
I blink at the bright light and then reach for the second shelf and grab the
ice cold cucumber I have for tomorrow's salad. I close the fridge door and
slip between the covers again.
I let out a small moan as the cold cucumber touches the sensitive skin of
my stomach. My pussy lets a major ache wave and I almost cry as I slide the
cucumber over my skin closer to my pussy. I tease the fat and ready lips of
my pussy with the cold end of the rod. First the other side, then the other.
I am almost sobbing and it seems as though someone else is teasing me, not
my right hand. I touch my nipples and twist one of them between my fingers.
My butt lifts off the mattress as a wave of pleasure and urgency to have
something inside me overwhelms me.
The end of the cucumber hasn't warmed yet, but I still switch to the other
end because it is colder. I spread my legs freely, the planket drops to the
floor, and my little clit peaks from between my pussy lips. I moan and let
out a small sob as the icy tip of the cucumber touches my clit. From my clit
I let the cucumber slide between my lips so that part of the cucumber rubs
the clit the whole time. The coldest part of the cucumber slides over the
clit chocking it, producing endless pleasure waves. I rub the the cucumber
couple of times back and forth between my pussy lips but then the aching of
my pussy surfaces again.
I rise to a sitting position so that my back is against the wall and part
of my legs are tangling over the side of the bed. I spread my legs really wide
and position the big rod in my hand over the opening of my pussy. I push the
cold end into me and my pussy clamps around the cucumber and I stiffen. I am
just at the level of orgasm and I wait. My pussy twitches once but then eases
off. I wait still some so that my pussy muscles relax a bit and then
carefully and slowly slide the juicy cucumber inside me. I sigh and moan with
my eyes closed. I am concentrating o much on the pleasure I have difficulties
staying sitting up.
I pull the cucumber out and my pussy feels so damn empty! I feel like crying
but instead of doing that I lay down on my stomach just a bit to my side. The
cucumber is not as cold anymore but it still sends shivers down my body as I
slide it back into my hungry pussy. I cautiously adjust the other end, which
isn't inside me, of the cucumber against the mattress in an angle so that it
doesn't move much, just thrusts inside me if I move. I move my hand to my
clit touching, partly holding, the cucumber. My left hand's fingers have
found my nipples again and concentrate on pulling, twisting, and touching them.
I move slightly and moan as the cucumber spreads my pussy lips and penetrates
further into my vagina. I move the cucumber with the holding hand so it
stands on the bed in a more acute angle and thrust myself on it. I moan.
My right hand is slick with juices and I finally catch my slippery clit
between my fingers. I moan and this time I'm sure the neighbors heard it
too. I let my nipples alone, I have to grap the sheets, and I thrust myself
on the cucumber again. I twist my clit and my pussy tightens. I hurriedly
thrust myself twice and three times on the rod and scream as I pinch my
clit. My pussy aches and lets go of the cucumber, clamps on it again and again
and I'm letting my neighbors know quite loudly that I am having the orgasm
of my life.
I sob as the cucumber slides parallel to the bed couple of inches leaving
my pussy. I bring my juicy hand next to my head, the other one laying straight
next to my body. I can smell the pussy juices, but I am too tired to reach and
lick it off of my fingers. I bent my right leg and then let my mind and
thoughts wonder off to dreamland...
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