Solo Joys: A Private Pleasure Guide

The rain hammered against the windows of the motel room, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Cal had left just a few days ago, a sudden business trip that left me stranded in this anonymous, desolate place, and utterly, hopelessly lost. The loneliness was a physical weight, pressing down on me, amplified by the insistent yearning that had taken root in my body. Tonight, I’d indulge that yearning, and perhaps find a small measure of solace in the chaos of self-pleasure.

I’d set up my laptop on the bed, its cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building within me. Naked, I felt both vulnerable and strangely empowered, a primal instinct taking over as I reached for the silicone dildo I’d brought along. Its smooth, cool texture against my skin was a welcome sensation, a temporary distraction from the ache in my chest. I ran the tip of the dildo up and down my breasts, sucking rhythmically, teasing the sensitive skin, trying to catch my breath. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torture that made my body twitch with uncontained desire.

Just as I was about to lose control, a chime echoed through the room – the unmistakable sound of FaceTime connecting. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of excitement. "Oh, you've already started," I whispered, a playful tremor in my voice. "I couldn’t help myself." I began tracing the dildo’s length along my neck, my fingers lingering on the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Let’s pretend we’re in the same room, baby. Why don’t you stand at the foot of the bed?”

My gaze locked with his in the screen, the pixels forming a captivating image of his handsome face, tinged with amusement and a hint of something more. He wore a simple t-shirt, revealing the solid definition of his chest, a sight that sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. “Do you wish this was your cock?” I teased, the words laced with a playful challenge.

His grin widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. “Absolutely,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the speakers. "You've got me all worked up, you know?" With a swift movement, he reached for his waistband, pulling down his jeans to reveal a taut, throbbing member.

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head gently. “I’ll tell you when to touch it. Take off your shirt, let me see my man.” As he obeyed, peeling off his t-shirt, my eyes lingered on the muscular expanse of his chest, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. “Fuck, daddy,” I murmured, the words tasting like forbidden fruit on my lips. “You look incredible.” Slipping the dildo into my pussy, I felt the familiar rush of pleasure, the slow, building crescendo that always left me breathless. “Are you jealous of my toy?” I asked, letting out a playful moan.

His response was a simple nod, a silent acknowledgment of the intense connection we shared. I continued to stroke the dildo, my hand moving with a frantic urgency, lost in the heat of the moment. “You look so hot with your shirt off. I wish you could press that chest against my tits,” I sighed, shifting to a kneeling position to better angle the dildo towards my breasts. My hands cupped my breasts, creating a makeshift support, while my eyes remained fixated on the captivating image of his body on the screen.

“Before I let you pull out your cock, order me to do something,” I commanded, my voice laced with a subtle dominance. “Slowly lower yourself,” he instructed, obeying without hesitation. With deliberate movements, I began to spread my legs, feeling the cool air against my skin, the anticipation building with each passing second. As I descended, I caught my reflection in the laptop screen, admiring the curve of my body, the raw desire radiating from my pores. My gaze never left his face, searching for any sign of impatience, any hint of the pleasure he was undoubtedly experiencing.

“Slowly unzip your pants,” I ordered, savoring the sound of the zipper as it glided down, revealing the smooth expanse of his skin. The slow, deliberate action amplified my own excitement, feeding the flames of desire within me. “Slower daddy,” I urged, holding my breath as he continued his slow, deliberate descent, each movement a tantalizing tease. “Tease me.” Finally, he reached the bottom, and the jeans fell to the floor, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. "You're not hard, that's surprising. But I love that bulge I see. It’s pulsing for me. Pull it through the hole in your—” He didn't finish the sentence before his cock emerged from his boxers, a dark, magnificent specimen that sent shivers down my spine. "Pull your balls out too," I commanded, my voice barely a whisper.

As he obeyed, his full, hard balls hung from his boxers, a stark contrast to the smoothness of his skin. "I’m the luckiest wife in the world," I breathed, lost in the sheer pleasure of his presence, even through the screen. “Grab your cock for me,” I instructed, savoring the anticipation. “Don’t stroke it. Just hold that magnificent fucking beauty. Appreciate your cock like I do. It’s large. It’s more than satisfying. I crave it.”

I moved closer to the laptop, my hand reaching out to gently caress his exposed member. His muscles tensed under my touch, the heat radiating from his body a tangible force. "I want to feel its heart pressed against my skin, before you slip it into my throat," I murmured, sliding the dildo into my mouth and slowly bringing it to his waiting cock. The taste of saliva mixed with the slick, warm sensation was a perfect combination, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine.

“Get your mouth full of spit for me,” I commanded, letting out a groan as I swirled the liquid around my tongue, coating the dildo in a layer of saliva. “Now let go of that beautiful, thick cock.” I pulled back, my body trembling with the intensity of the experience. “Drool onto your cock for me,” I told him, watching as his sweat dripped down his shaft, mingling with the saliva on his skin. “Keep spitting on it. Imagine me on my knees, inches from your cock, just letting all my saliva coat it. That’s it, so fucking hot. Look at it, dripping wet.”

Lost in the moment, I forgot all about my surroundings, my entire focus consumed by the pleasure I was experiencing. I watched as his cock continued to pulse and harden, the rhythmic contractions sending shivers through my body.

As the saliva dried on his cock, I grabbed my lube – “Fuck Sauce Cum Scented Lubricant” from AdamAndEve.com, as I'd planned. I poured a generous amount onto my tits, savoring the feeling of the slippery liquid against my skin. "You should go clean up," I suggested, a playful glint in my eyes. “But take pictures first and send them to me.”

He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off. As he did, I continued my self-pleasure, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of my own body. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside this small motel room, I felt a sense of peace, a temporary escape from the loneliness that had been consuming me. When he finished drying himself, he returned to the foot of the bed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"You’re beautiful," he said, his voice full of admiration. "You look so good with that lubricant." “Thank you love,” I replied, returning his gaze with a playful smirk. I took a deep breath, preparing for the next step in our twisted game. "Now, let’s get back to work." The rain continued to fall, but inside this small motel room, it felt like a warm, comforting embrace. The loneliness was gone, replaced by a potent mix of desire, anticipation, and the sheer joy of self-pleasure. And for tonight, that was all I needed.

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