My Rainy Sunday Alone with My Favorite Toy

Hello. Thanks for the messages you leave me on each story, seriously. You always ask me the same thing: whether what I write is real. And the answer is yes, everything I write happened to me exactly as I tell it, or almost. This time I want to tell you something more intimate, something I do when there’s no one around and the whole house is mine alone.

So you can picture who’s speaking to you: I’m a brunette, with warm skin, a narrow waist and wide hips. My tits aren’t big, but they’re round and firm, and my nipples harden at the slightest thing. My black hair falls in waves to my shoulders. And, I confess without shame, I’m pretty naughty when I let myself go.

It was Sunday. One of those gray Sundays when it rains nonstop and the water beats against the windows with a sleepy sound. I had nothing to do, no one to see, no plans. The kind of day when all you want is to stay in bed and let the hours go by.

I put on some random series, one of those slow ones that are better for sleeping than for being entertained. Ten minutes later my eyelids were already heavy. I switched apps without thinking too much and, almost on instinct, I ended up somewhere else. A video. A girl agreeing to fuck a stranger in exchange for money, the camera following her closely, shamelessly.

I kept watching longer than I should have. What if that were me there? I thought. The mere idea ran through me from head to toe. I felt a warm dampness between my legs, a heat I hadn’t sought out but didn’t want to stop either.

I raised the volume just a little. I could hear her getting fucked, the broken-off moans, the wet sound of bodies colliding. I started to notice a tingle climbing up my legs, raising the hair on my thighs and concentrating right in the center, where everything was already throbbing.

I held out like that for a while, still, letting the desire grow on its own. I like that part, the resisting. The knowing what I’m going to do and delaying it on purpose. But there comes a point when the body takes over and the mind just obeys.

I got out of bed. I knew exactly where I was going. In the bottom drawer of the dresser, under the clothes I hardly ever wear, I keep my favorite toy: a red dildo, soft silicone, bigger than anyone would imagine I need. I took it, went back to bed, and lay down on my back with my legs spread open.

At first I didn’t do anything with it. I let it rest on my thigh, cold against my hot skin, while I kept watching the screen. It was a way of promising myself what was coming.

I slipped my hand under the T-shirt of my pajamas and touched my breasts slowly. My nipples were so hard they hurt a little when I brushed them with my fingertips. Every caress drew a short sigh from me. My skin prickled from top to bottom, as if a current were running through my whole body.

The moans in the video had me burning. I lowered my other hand to my underwear and touched myself over the fabric. I was already soaked. I pressed just a little, in slow circles, and my fingers got wet through the cotton. I moved the garment aside and stroked myself directly, feeling how slippery I was.

The dildo started to tempt me. I took it and placed the tip right at my entrance, not pushing it in, just rubbing. I moved it up and down, sliding it over my sex until, almost without meaning to, because I was so wet, the tip gave way and sank a little inside me.

I let out the air all at once. One hand was still on my nipple, squeezing it, tugging gently; the other held the toy. I spread my legs wide, closed my eyes, and as I pushed it in little by little, I imagined that everything they were saying in the video was happening to me, that I was the one in that room with a stranger.

—Oh, yes, like that, give me more —I whispered, and my own voice sounded чужая, rough to me—. I’m not getting tired, keep going.

I drove it in as far as I could stand. The feeling of being filled made me let out a long moan. I stayed like that for a moment, feeling every centimeter, before starting to move it inside me with a slow rhythm that made my back arch against the mattress.

I pulled the toy out and, without thinking, brought it to my mouth. I licked it from the base to the tip, slowly, tasting my own wetness. I tried to take it all the way in and couldn’t, of course, but I loved forcing it, feeling it fill my mouth while with my free hand I squeezed my tits and rubbed my clit.

The gasps started coming on their own, closer and closer together. The bed was already too small for what I wanted to do.

***

I got down on the floor. There’s something about the cold floor against my knees that turns me on more; I can’t explain it. I set the base of the dildo firmly against the wood, bracing it solidly, and got on all fours over it.

I lowered my hips slowly. I felt each centimeter entering me, slow, with that perfect mix of pain and pleasure that I love. I didn’t take it all at once; it’s too big for that, but I was so wet that my body accepted it on its own, little by little.

I started riding it. I went up and down, setting the rhythm with my hips, feeling how soft everything was inside. I touched myself all over while I did it: I grabbed my ass, squeezed my breasts, put two fingers in my mouth and sucked on them again and again as if they belonged to someone else.

—Oh, yes, so good —I moaned, no longer holding back—. There, right there.

Pleasure rose in waves. Every thrust was deeper, more determined. My back arched by itself, my legs trembled, and things started coming out of my mouth that I didn’t even know I was thinking. I’m so hot I’d say anything, I barely had time to think before my mind went completely blank.

I stayed a while with the toy inside me, still, letting my body get used to it, while I rubbed my clit with two fingers. On my back again, legs open, the dildo buried in me and my hand drawing circles faster and faster. The first wave hit me like that, all of a sudden, without warning.

The orgasm folded me in half. I clenched my thighs, a short cry slipped out of me, and I felt myself come, felt the wetness run down the insides of my thighs. I didn’t stop. I knew that if I kept going, another one would come, and it did.

***

When I caught my breath a little, I turned over and got back on all fours, this time holding the toy myself with my hand. I slid it into myself slowly, setting a slow rhythm that made my back arch like a cat’s, and then harder, deeper, until moans escaped me without control.

I love that feeling of having something inside me while I give myself pleasure alone, without depending on anyone. Knowing my body is mine and that I can take it exactly where I want, without asking permission, without waiting for anyone.

I changed positions again. I lay on my side, one leg raised, and slipped the toy in slowly while biting my lip. From that angle I felt it differently, brushing against a spot that made me hold my breath. With my free hand I stroked my belly, my hips, that path that runs from the navel downward and that I so rarely take care to touch slowly.

In the video, the girl had already finished and another scene was starting, but I barely looked at the screen. I had it on in the background, like music, while the fantasy built itself in my head. I imagined big hands gripping my hips, a deep voice telling me in my ear how well I moved. This moment is mine alone, I thought, and I’m enjoying it however the hell I want.

I sped up the pace. My hips moved on their own, searching for more, and the toy went in and out with a wet sound that turned me on even more. I felt that edge approaching again, that tension that gathers just before it breaks, and this time I didn’t want to stop it for a single second.

—More, give me more, harder —I murmured into the pillow, imagining a voice that wasn’t there—. Don’t stop.

The orgasms started coming one after another, chained together, not giving me a break. In the last one I felt everything let go all at once, with such force that I had to change my underwear afterward. They were so intense that I lay there for a long while, unable even to get up, just breathing, my heart pounding against my chest and my skin covered in sweat.

I stayed like that, hugging the pillow, listening to the rain still falling outside as if nothing had happened. And that was the best part of all: outside the world was still just as gray and boring, and in here I had just spent one of the best afternoons I can remember, without needing anyone.

When my legs finally answered me, I put the toy back in its drawer, under the usual clothes. I got into the shower and let the warm water pour over me for a long while, washing away the little tension that was left in my body.

I came out wrapped in a towel, threw myself back onto the rumpled bed, and closed my eyes. Outside it was still raining. Inside, I was smiling to myself, satisfied, finally ready for that rest I’d been looking for all morning.

So you know: the next time you have a Sunday like that, gray and empty, don’t waste it. Sometimes the best company is the one you choose for yourself. And I, believe me, know very well how to take care of myself.