My new place

After breaking up with the biggest a**hole in the world my ex boyfriend, I had to find a new place. It wasn’t easy on my limited budget, and I had to move back to my parents for a few months while I was searching. But eventually, I found a nice little apartment in downtown Amsterdam. And I had to break it in, of course 😉 

I was going to move on the first day of the next month, and I was crazy excited about it. I couldn’t wait to have my own place again. Dad was gonna help me move my stuff, a good friend was going to help me put everything in place, it was perfect. And then a few days before all of that would happen, I got a text from the previous renter. It said:

Hey, I got all my stuff out today. Feel free to move in a few days early if you want. 

Obviously, that wasn’t gonna happen. I had already made my plans and I couldn’t just drag Dad away from work. But still! The place was mine now.

my new place

So the next day, on my day off, I slept in, showered, got dressed, had breakfast, and then headed to the landlord to get the key. He was pretty cool about it, and he quickly handed it over. Then I went to my new place. My very own very old new place. Yay!

It was weird to walk in. It was completely empty, save for some cables coming from the walls. The sound of my boots on the wooden floor was amazing, and I could hear my every breath bouncing off the walls. I already knew how I was going to decorate it, and where I was going to put my stuff. I could hardly wait.

I walked around for a bit, then realized there wasn’t much I could do. Until I realized there was. I had hurried a bit that morning, skipping my usual start-of-the-day solo sesh, which was now beginning to get back at me. I had already imagined my first playtime in my new apartment, but every time I had, my stuff had been there. But now I was here before my stuff had arrived. All there was, was a whole lotta nothing. A whole lotta nothing to do with whichever I pleased. And then it hit me.

my little bit of fun

I took off my boots and socks, and walked around barefoot for a bit. Then I casually took off my top. Then my bra. Then my jeans. I walked around some more, then eventually took off my thong. I piled up my clothes in a corner of the room, walked around for a bit again, then laid myself down on my back in the middle of the apartment. I ran my hands over my body, until I finally got to touch between my legs. Immediately, the lack of playtime in the morning came crashing down upon me. I got wet faster than ever before, and I’m sure I could have finished myself off in a matter of seconds if I really tried. But I didn’t.

Instead, I got up. I started walking again, but I never stopped touching. I pressed my body into the walls, while my hand was working my little button. I leaned over the kitchen counter, while my fingers were buried inside me. I sat in the windowsill, completely naked, rubbing myself while I stared at the city life downstairs.

I teased myself for as long as I could. I must have been at it for over thirty minutes befre I couldn’t take it anymore. My breathing echoed through the empty room, and I was a bit surprised by the volume of the moan that came out of me when the orgasm hit. I was back in the middle of the room, lying on the floor, my body squirming and shaking, two hands between my legs. It was an all-out orgasm, not held back in any way, just pure pleasure.

It was my first orgasm in my new apartment. And there would be many, MANY more to come.