He’s texting that he’s on his way home. I set the vibe to ‘High’. My moans drown out the hums of the lawn mowers outside. I turn it off. What was that? I pause. No more noise. I continue. I twist and writhe in the passion and explosion going on between my legs. I can’t contain my screams. I call out to him. I scream out to him. Fireworks go off in my head. I smile and get up. Time to change the sheets. I’ll tell him it was laundry day.
He’s On His Way Home
My Thoughts on Masturbating While He’s Away