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I’m baaaaaack! I have dipped my toe in the ocean of dating&love. And it was a-ma-zing. I really liked it. But it didn’t work out in the end, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. ‘Cuz spending less time kissing and cuddling and sexing with a boi means more time for solo adventures 😉

More about that later but you guys deserve at least a smol recap about the past nine or so months. I met le boi during a night out with friends and we started texting, and met for coffee when 2019 had just begun. We dated for about six month total, and during that time we saw loads of fun places, went on trips, did random stuff, and OBVIOUSLY had a lot of sex. Most of it was pretty standard though, so don’t expect a whole lot of stories there. On the other hand: we never moved in together so I still had plenty of time to get freaky on my own. And I’m dying to share some of the stories with all of you!

Anyway, most good things come to an end, and we decided that breaking up wouldn’t be a bad thing. And it isn’t so far! We’re still friends, he has returned all the underwear I left at his place, and I’m gonna let him keep every boobie pic I sent him. Fair enough, right?

Like I said, plenty of naughty things happened while I was dating, but even after we broke up, already one umm… unusual memory has been created. I stayed at my parents’ for a few days, not because I desperately wanted to but because of my mom being worried about me.

I like staying there though. There’s always food, mom does laundry, dad is the funniest grumpy person in the world and they have kittens now! Also, my bed is still the same bed as the one I’ve had my first ever orgasm in and they have a mental bathroom with a jaccuzi and a a shower with more settings than my own vibrator, so naked-wise it’s also not bad at all to stay there.

But that’s playtime behind closed or even locked doors. Everybody does that (right? well they should). So I won’t bore you to death with lengthy detailed breakdowns of my Saturday morning routine (which was awesome in my old bed, as always) or of the number of ways the water can reach a girl’s tickly bits in that ridiculous shower (a LOT). But I will tell you about another orgasm I had, one less hidden and definitely more exciting.

See, my mom likes to cook. She usually spends at least an hour a day in the kitchen, preparing the most gorgeous and delicious meals she can think of. She did that again on Friday night, and I was chilling on the couch in the living room. My parents have an open kitchen, so I could keep talking to my mom about studies, work, friends, everything but The Boi. I had just taken a shower (a quick shower, not a happy shower) and I was wearing lazy shorts. I caught a glimpse of my own panties under the shorts’ leg and I thought: there is once more a lot of masturbation ahead for me, might as well start right about now.

My mom was barely paying attention to anything I was saying, let alone to anything I was doing. And since dad wasn’t home yet, there was nothing really keeping me from pulling my shorts up eve further, exposing even more bits of panties, and allowing me to slide my hand in. I LOVE rubbing myself through my undies, it gets me in such a cheeky mood real quick. And so as I was telling mom a story about something that happened at uni, looking at her doing her magic in the kitchen, I slipped a finger underneath the fabric and actually touched myself.

It wasn’t easy telling a story like this, and there were a few tricky moments where the line between speaking and breathing faded a bit, but my mom was way too busy to notice and way too naive to even remotely suspect me to do anything like I was doing. And so things went really well, up until the end, although there was one scary moment when one of the kittens startled the living hell out of me. Apart from that, though, it was smooth sailing. Until Happy Hour hit, of course.

See, orgasms like this one tend to get a bit intense. My brain keeps thinking weshouldntbedoingthisweshouldntbedoingthis and my body screams doitdoitdoitdoitdoitpleasedoit. And so I get confused, my mind gets blurry, my body takes over and things get weird. It was a bit risky, even for me, so I was ready to run upstairs and finish the job there, when my mom suddenly interrupted my story and apologized for the noise she was about to make. Seconds later, the blender’s blades started to turn and filled the room with background noise.

Window of opportunity! I know it wasn’t gonna be long, so I had no time to doubt my decision – which was a good thing, ‘cuz it was a horrible one. I pulled up my legs, pulled down my shorts and banged two fingers inside me, while my other hand kept rubbing. This is my very own magic trick, and it usually works. And it worked this time, too. I kept gazing at my mom, praying she wouldn’t accidentally turn around, as my body shook in pleasure. I wasn’t entirely done when the blender returned to silence, and I had to quickly pull my shorts back up and bury my hands between my legs in order to keep myself from moving around too much.

Mom never looked, I could have been fully naked if I had had the guts. Maybe I’ll try that next time.

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