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My Sexy Voyeur (Excerpt)

Carol Delmornay
Apr 18, 2021
5 min read

My Sexy Voyeur

Book One

The Dom's Invitation

Even though I realized I was still totally naked, and he was still fully clothed, this was my first body to body contact with him. I wanted to delight in the strength of him, to drown in the aroma of his unique scent, revel in the feel of his affectionate, soothing touch that roamed along my skin, to soak it all up, and commit every shred of it to memory.

After I switched on the lamp on the bedside, I turned off the main light, then pulled the covers back on the bed to slide down over the sheet. But when I reached to switch the lamp off, my hand hovered over the handle of the top drawer. Tanner had created an ache. One I knew would keep me awake even though I’d taken a tablet to combat against that.

My hand drifted down, and wrapped around the handle of the drawer before I eased it open. I dipped my hand inside the drawer, and pulled out my mini wand. For the first time, I wished I’d doled out the money to get a real wand, instead of a miniature knock off. But it did the job. I hit the on/off button to make sure it was charged, then hit it, again, to turn it off.

With a slow smile spreading across my lips, I pushed the drawer back in, flicked the lamp off, and plunged my room into darkness. I didn’t have to close my eyes, but I found myself doing it, anyway.

All I had to do was to think of how Tanner had made my body bow to his ministrations, how he’d played me like a musician played his favorite instrument. My thighs clenched together, instigating a stab of arousal to dampen between my folds as my hips rocked, and my ass flexed. Jesus. Just the thought of what he did is enough to make me wet.

My right hand slid underneath the top sheet, and I widened my legs. When I dropped the mini wand down on the bed, it rolled into the outside of my thigh as my hand crept over my mound until my palm cupped my entire pussy.

With just the slightest bit of pressure applied, my hips moved, and my breath caught in my throat. I eased my hand back, then curled my middle finger to separate between my folds, and found I was slick, and slippery. No need to use any lubricant tonight.

I slid the tip of my finger up and down through my slit, then dipped into my channel, one knuckle deep, before I dragged the juice pooled at my entrance back through my bare lips until it slid over the top of my clit. My legs jolted, bending a little at the knees when I flicked over the top of it to give my body a quick rush of pleasure that detonated in every direction, and made me draw in a sudden breath.

My index and ring fingers spread my lips apart. I drew tiny circles around my clit with the tip of my middle finger. My head pushed back into the pillow, and the small of my back arched up off the bed. My fingertip moved faster, and faster until I was breathing rapidly, and clutched the sheet beneath me with my left hand.

I felt my heart beat hard against my ribs, and licked my lips to ease the dryness my rapid breath had left behind. I unclenched my fingers from the sheet, and slid my palm up over my jutting hip bone. My fingers bumped over the ridges of the bottom of my ribs until my palm cradled the lower curve of my left breast.

My right hand sought the miniature imitation wand that was lying idly against my thigh. Feeling the buttons with the pad of my thumb, I worked out where the on/off button was, and pressed it. The control panel lit up with a red glow, signaling the wand was now ready for use. I slid my thumb up one button to the right, and it sprung to life in my hand after I pressed it.

My hand skimmed over the top of my upper thigh, and I aimed the big round, vibrating head on a direct path to pulsate against my clit. But it was only on the first speed, so I hit the button two more times to ensure it was set on its highest setting for vibration before I touched it against my swollen lips.

My hips bucked, and I sucked in a startled breath at the intensity of the vibration. I tried, with all my might, to ride the swell of tingling pleasure that exploded in every direction like a fourth of July firework.

My left hand left my breast to separate the swollen lips of my pussy, and I angled the head of the wand until it touched in a direct bullseye on my engorged clit. Holy mother … my back arched up, my shoulders pushed into the bed, and my hips rocked. My eyes screwed shut in the dark of my room as I panted into the silence.

My hips increased in rhythm as my hand rocked the vibrating head slightly up and down, then in a small circle. My breath hitched when pleasure sparked as it was maneuvered to a different position.

“Oh, Jesus…” I whispered heatedly; my raspy voice just heard above the sound the wand was making.

I raised my left hand, and used my index finger and thumb to pluck my hardened nipple. When an image of what Tanner had done to them, and what he’d fastened to them, entered my head, I pinched, hard.

“Ahhh,” I moaned into the room as my back bowed off the bed.

My knees almost crashed together from the exquisite amount of pleasure that flowed through me. Heated arousal radiated in soft continual waves through my nipple in an outward arc through my entire breast. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed so hard, my fingers indented into the fleshy curve until I made myself yelp.

“Ahhh…” My thumb and index finger moved back up to tighten around the hardened point of my nipple while my right hand pressed the vibrating head of the miniature wand harder onto my clit.

I forced my legs apart, and placed one foot into each corner at the end of my bed. Images of my ankles being bound with a spreader bar in between them like Tanner had done last night, brought back how it had felt while I rolled my hardened tip back and forth between my fingers.

My hips bucked, increasing in tempo as delicious sensations began to ignite in my core, tiny flames that were encouraged to grow until the searing heat was almost out of control while I fought for breath. Every muscle in my body began to tense in anticipation.

With a harsh pinch of my nipple, I sent myself soaring into oblivion. My mind blanked to nothingness as wave after wave crashed through my body while my throat opened for the wail I had no control over, to leave my mouth.

The vibration from the wand was way too intense for my sensitive clit, and I pulled it away, then let go. The humming machine dropped onto the bed between my legs, and I cupped my pussy in the palm of my hand while my heart thudded inside my chest.

Lifting my legs to bend at the knees, I brought my feet up until they were flat on the bed and pressed my knees together. I sucked in a shuddered breath when that movement alone heightened the pleasure that still lingered deep in my core.

My fingers were soaked with my crème, and I couldn’t resist putting pressure on my whole pussy. I reveled in the intoxicating spiral of arousal that shot through my system as quick as a click of the finger.

Pleasure surrounded me, radiated through me, wrapped me up in the aftermath of a more than satisfying orgasm. When have I EVER cum like that using the wand?