Easy balls

Yesterday was at last pretty normal. I wasn't sick, I slept well and without perils of epic hangover.

To my surprise, I noticed my pussy hungrily accepted my new toy. And she didn't like me to remove it... Of course, the best part of ben-wa play - at least as for me - is to tease my kitty with them, putting them in and pulling back again, never let them to settle. I toyed with them for a while, enjoying my growing lust, then reluctantly let it go. Even so, I've already made a mess in my bed!

The day was sunny, though cold and windy - I love my coat, but I really have to find a new one, more suitable for Polish weather! I enjoyed the sun, walking slowly to my school. The toys were buzzing delciately, keeping me constantly aware of my pussy and dreaming my Mistress. I keep wondering, how does she look like? What kind of person she is really? I she stern and focused?



Sensual and lustful?



Is she playful?



Caring?



Or purely mean?



Is she elegant?



Kinky?



Teasing?



I wonder, what kind of fantasies are her favourite? Is she into pain? Or abuse? Or maybe she just enjoy being in control? How does she like being served? Rough? Gentle? Does she like to torment her toy herself? Or just watch it play? Is she straight domme or she likes to switch?

The more I wondered, the more slippery I became. In the class I often drifted away, feeling deep blush on my face. I found that even when I sit apparently motionless, I can get turned on by only slight moves of my hips. The rettles inside my ben-was made a good work - too good, as I was soon to find, when I had to get to the restroom few times, just to stop my kitty from completely ruining my jeans. But... I just couldn't resist. When I returned home it was already dark. I was panting and weak, my lust heated, my hands involountarily sneaking into my pants...

I needed to calm myself, to focus on something else. So I thought it would be nice to apologize the girl throwing the party day before for the mess I did. I bought a bottle of nice chardonnay and early in the evening I knocked on her door.
She opened bit surprised. She didn't want to hear any apologies, she was more worried about me. She told me the bloke was a jerk and she should knew better than to invite him and such. Then it was I who was surprised - I know it wasn't my fault, like, for real, but I felt sorry: I overreacted too.
We were sitting alone, her roommates were out. She had lovely dress and I thought I never saw her wearing pants. When asked, she explained, that it's an old habit - her father always said, that real girl should wear skirts and dresses. And so she did, and now she used to them so much, she hardly do wear anything else. She laughed a bit, when I asked her, how is she doing in this weather. 'It's genetic, I think', she answered. I guess she's right...

Not THAT red, but... close enough :)

She brought coffee, we sipped wine and chatted. I think I like her. She is cheerful, she smiles a lot and is really, really beautiful. She is slim, with curly, reddish hair, small framed but she moves like a gymnast. I like her long, green-lacquered nails, long, pointy nose, myriad of freckles covering her face.. I think she is the prettiest girl I met here. And then... And then my ben-was awakened.
It's not like they were sleeping, up till now, oh no! But now the tingling in my pussy and gentle rattle of hidden toys suddenly became much more intense. It was hard not to wriggle.  We talked and talked and I felt more and more turned on. I imagined her body under the soft fabric, I almost felt her perky tits gently pressing against mine, her sweet, wet kitty hidden timidly under trimmed, red bush, leaving wet kisses my own clean shaven mound...

Dream pussy...

I felt sudden mix of grief and relief when her roomies came back, laughing loudly, ruining the moment of intimacy. I got up and left, promising I'll see her soon - she was on the same faculty, so, putting the more pleasant reasons aside, it can be good to know someone, who could help me with my course.
I had a hard time not to run back to my room and satiate my hunger. Instead I walked unnaturaly slow, trying to breathe evenly and quietly. A. greeted me with a carefull look and asked me if I met my mysterious date again. She has I good eye, I give her that. Or it is me, wearing my feelings up my sleeves... Anyway I explained where I've been and then I took a shower. Cold one. Really cold. I needed that. Badly.

It was late, when I finished mail to my Mistress, addressing some questions she had ask me lately. Suddenly I felt sleepy and as soon as I got to my bed I instantly drfited away, with dreams filled with red and green...

I hope I satisfied You, my Mistress.