Snow makes me horny, a Midday erotic tease

Snow makes me horny. 

The idea of a snow day starts my juices flowing.  Perhaps the association with Mr. 420 and our final failed rendezvous?

Whatever the case,  the thought of powdery white flakes falling from the sky brings a pounding to my pussy and a tightness to my chest.  I stare at the screen:  craigslist.  I wonder what men are available, and what women have posted.  Does it work?  And if it doesn’t why keep trying?  Under W4M I glance at ads screaming, "Fake" "Don't respond" "Dick." As if all the posts were gay guys collecting dick pics to jerk off to.  Where do horny women go for sex?

Hmm, where do they go?  Perhaps it's time for me to relieve some stress.  I caress my hand over my thighs and shiver.  This morning has been brutal.  I shut my laptop and reach into my drawer.  It's always good to be prepared.

I slick lube across the ribbed purple dildo, my favorite. I'm not sure what about it does it for me, but I've loved the Tantus Charmer since it first charmed my pants off, years ago!  The dildo slid in easier than I expected.    

In and out, I thrust, quickly building a tempo.

Rocking against the toy, I use my fingers and massage around my clit. It feels so good. 

I don’t understand why we stigmatize sex so much.  It's natural and healthy. 

With each thrust I watch my thoughts shift from the movement and sensations to sex and our challenge.  Our experience posting ads hasn’t been as fruitful as we'd hoped.  Perhaps responding to an ad would be better or posting a different ad?  A shiver shot up my pussy. There was that guy who wanted to be pegged.  

"Hmm," I could reply to him.

             ...Bend him over

                     .....and impale him with my cock.

I thrust and circled, simultaneously the fucker and the fuckee.  "Ahhh,"  She'll be home soon. 

I could greet her at the door in nothing more than a feeldoe and pumps; take her pants around her ankles, lean her against the kitchen counter.  I feel the tension in my chest tighten like a corset. 

My pussy pounds.

I imagine fucking Catalina hard. I visualize my chest against her back, see my fingers wrap around her hair and yank her towards me. Pumping my cock in and out of her, I can almost feel myself restrict her movements. Desire courses through me as I yearn to hold her hip, to counter my thrusts and pull her in.  

My thoughts freeze.  My movements no longer orchestrate by a dildo and my fingers. It's my body thrusting into hers, my cock she feels sliding in and out of her pussy.

She bucks against me.  Her moans fill my ears.

"Fuck me harder," she begs. 

I spank her.  My hand jerks her hair. My breath lingers in her ear, "You're such a good girl," I whisper. 

My moans pique to almost a cry.  The orgasm - gone.

An appetizer. 

I open my laptop and get back to work. A faint throb replaces the pounding in my pussy as I look forward to her arrival home. 

The End

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