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01 Temmuz 2022, 23:18
MrrrrpMrrrrpMrrrp. The alarm clock is shrieking in my ear.Agh, I think disgustedly. Shut up would you, it's five o'clock in the morning. I wish*I were working so I wouldn't have these bloody exams to worry about. No one can think or function this early. And it has to be a*winter morning as well. Damn it.I roll out of bed, my*light red-blonde hair sticking up at all angles. My exam started at seven o'clock. And being a woman, it took me half an hour to shower, and AT LEAST twenty minutes to fix my hair. My eyes flutter open, gluey with sleep crystals and mucus. I roll off of my back and my feet touch the wooden floor. A sudden chill runs up my body, dichotomously awakening and numbing every muscle and nerve in my body. I know normally people don't get this cold when their feet touch a wooden floor. My underactive thyroid could be one to thank- I'm very sensitive to the cold. Or I could stop blaming biology and genetics, and blame it on the fact that I sleep naked. The hairs aren't the only things that raise on me. My nipples harden, as if a wave of cold air slapped my breasts across the front of my chest. Something exciting about that stirs me. I'm a very sensual person and if I'm excessively wet or my nipples are spontaneously hard, I must finish myself to orgasm. Now, however almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.site/) wasn't a good time. It would look rather peculiar if I was late (and failed the course)*on account of a much-needed orgasm. I've been horny for three weeks and sometimes I wake up, my pussy salivating like a rabid alley cat. I kick off the sheets, my neck sweating and my lower torso sensitive to every touch. My fingers think nothing of walking down my flushed stomach and delving straight into those welcoming yet*edgy*folds, that incessant stream of feminine sex juice that flows steadily (and sometimes messily) onto my thighs. That is when I really appreciate the cold air wavering over my body as my hairline drips sweat, my lungs pumping hard as I wished I were being pumped, but with semen rather than air. Thinking about it got me more excited. I slip on my fleecy dressing gown and run to the lavatory else I'll be late. I hastily throw it off and turn on the shower. It takes just seconds for the water to heat up, but it feels dead nice when I step in the small cream-colored cubicle. The warm stream of water softened my nipples and I rubbed my delicate hands over my generous 34C breasts. I've always been proud of my breasts.*I wore low cut blouses and jumpers; older men and teenage boys ogled almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.site/) my chest. I had loved that fiery, wolfish*look in their eyes, after they looked at me and then turned their heads to see where I was headed off to.*It made me feel more liberated and wanted as a woman. I've always got turned on by that kind of voyeurism/exhibitionism. I really want that in* my first sexual relationship. I continued to massage my breasts and the shampoo in my hair. Several drops of pomegranate-scented foam landed gently on my tits. It reminded me of whipping cream- and brought on the urge to masturbate. My vaginal opening is as slick as oil and i do not hesitate to plunge my fingers into the lusty abyss between my legs. I can only fit one finger in, being a virgin but I try for two, to get the complete feeling of a man's thick, throbbing phallus. I tickle my front wall, as that's where my G-Spot is. In and out, in and out, my fingers twisting round to give me the feel of riding a man, his hard penis pulsating as well as his heart. I hear his steady mantra of moaning. I moan as the water hits my back and trickles down the gentle bow of my legs. Sometimes my entire body is a sexual organ. 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There's no time to answer that, I should be studying and reviewing for the exam. Okay, what did we learn first? Greek or Roman theatre? Greek. What play talks about penis envy? Oedipus Rex. What is bunraku? Indian... no wait it's Chinese... damn it I can't remember it will probably come to me.*I get out of the shower, vigourously rubbing my hair till it's dry enough to iron. I run the red-hot metal through my hair, brushing it from side to side so it will dry quicker. Like my breasts, I am quite vain about my hair. If it doesn't look good, if it falls flat then I have a bad day altogether. Typical woman that I am.