Pls Don’t Judge Me: How Wild Can A Horny Girl Go?
It’s 3 a.m.
It’s Saturday.
I just woke up.
I slept so early last night.
I’d had such a long week and it was finally nice to come home on a Friday and actually rest, knowing I don’t have work the next day.
I gotta admit that I love what I do, I really do. But it’s always nice when it’s the weekend. It feels like a gift to mankind to slow down and unwind and enjoy the goodness of life.
I can rest. I can breathe and I can bask in the glory of some really good moments before I go back to being serious again.
If I told you how exhausted I felt within my body 7 hours ago, the kind that sits in your bones and makes you feel like you’re close to perishing, and you compared that to how I feel now, wow.
Amazing.
You gotta appreciate sleep.
It feels like I’ve been pumped with new energy. Like a reboot button was clicked.
Okay.
I’m up now. What do I do?
Let me drink some water.
I have a bottle by my bedside.
I grab it.
I take a few gulps.
That feels nice.
Okay… what next?
Hmm.
Wait.
I feel something.
Ughhh
It’s a tingling sensation. It’s not so intense, but it feels nice. Light pleasurable waves passing through….. in between my legs. In my lady flower
Usually, that’s the first sign.
It’s that soft, ticklish feeling in my lady flower that makes me realize,
I’m horny!
I’m a single, 28-year-old woman who works a 9–5. And you cannot imagine how my hormones rage sometimes,.. so loudly that I feel like I will not survive if I don’t do anything about it.
Like a very persistent itch that’s begging to be scratched
Have you ever felt that way?
How about you? What does it feel like when you’re very horny and you need to get some?
I can feel it growing now. That little tingling…. in my lady flower… it’s not soft anymore. It’s intense and it’s pulling at me.
Maybe I should use my rose toy. Is it even charged?
No. It’s not.
I remember now. I used it yesterday morning when I woke up. Before work. I came so hard and then I rested a bit.
I just lay on my back in bed, breathing deeply. One. Two. Three. Then I was ready to go again.
I reached for it with my right hand.
I pressed the power button to turn it on, pressed it once, twice, and placed it with the hole directly over my clit. I felt the sensations start forming.
As I readied myself to immerse myself in them, to really enjoy it, the rose died. Bummer! I wasn’t mad about it though, because I’d already gotten some. Call it my minimum daily dose.
I just did not make sure to put it on charge after.
And the thing is, I couldn’t have left it charging the whole time I was at work. That’s too long a time to leave your rose charging because apparently, the charger doesn’t like that. Prolonged charging when it’s already full can make it spoil in no time.
If you want your pleasure toys to take care of you, you need to take care of them too. It goes both ways.
Back to now.
I look to my left and see my red rose toy on my night stand. I reach for it to put it on charge. I’ll need it to charge for 30 minutes to enjoy using it.
I sigh.
I’m setting a timer.
Can I wait? I need to get some now. My heart is racing and my legs just shifted under my blanket. I’m wearing nothing but my 3-line waist beads and my lady flower will not let me rest.
She needs attention.
I hardly ever touch myself with just my fingers anymore. I haven’t in months, maybe a year even.
Vibrators make it so easy for me to get my nut. And the rose—oh! Sweet rose! What a marvelous invention! The suction, the vibrations, the way it works the nerve endings on the clit. Ughhh, it’s so amazing!
It works so fast. Give it seconds. Or a minute or two. You’ll feel the explosion of pleasure, then the calm after.
It’s such a delicious experience. The only issue is, sometimes, you’d wish it would take longer, so you could have a more drawn-out, pleasurable journey to your climax.
You know, I feel like when people talk about pleasure toys having disadvantages, the real one is how they can make you stop touching yourself.
I’ve been wanting someone else to touch me, not just my toys, not my own hands. Because when I’m horny, having vibrators and experiencing the quick action of the rose, for example, makes them automatically my go-to whenever I’m sexually hungry and need some relief…when I don’t have a human to “eat.”
It’s a quick nut. You get it, take the edge off, and move on with your day or go to bed. Simple!
And as an adult woman who is single and sexually liberated with work to do, having orgasms here and there keeps you going. It’s a basic need.
Check Maslow’s Theory.
Okay. What do I do now? I’m not waiting for the timer to go off.
Should I touch myself?
I trace my right fingers down my stomach. To my waist. Beyond my beads. Lower.
My skin feels soft and warm and responsive.
I feel the wetness when I touch my lady flower with my middle finger.
Ughhhhhhh that soft, teasing touch that makes my lady flower pulse. My hips move almost unconsciously.
I close my eyes. I can feel every wave of need in my body. My finger trails lower, toward my inner warmth, then back up to my flower.
I rub my clit in circles. It feels so good.
I lick my lips, then I let out a moan.
I’m breathing faster now.
My finger is moving faster on my clit now, from the tip, downward, and back up, so fast. I’m a slave to my body’s needs. I’m listening and doing whatever she needs until we reach climax.
Ughhh… my pulse is racing.
OMG! Yes! That’s it! It’s coming. It’s growing. It’s spreading. It consumes you, then it explodes.
Uhhhhhh. I arch my back, moaning softly to myself and biting my lip with a big smile on my face.
That was nice!
I should touch myself more often!
An orgasm is an intense sensation. It’s called the little death (la petite mort in French) for a reason. You’ll know it when you experience it because it’ll hold your entire attention. It’s so beautiful.
If you aren’t sure whether you’ve had one before, then you haven’t had one before.
I sigh. So deep and heavy. My hips move on their own, pressing, rolling, needing more. I feel… so full of need. So alive!
Let me breathe in. One deep breath… two… three. My heart beats so fast and it keeps thumping for some time after an orgasm.
The deep breaths feel great.
I look to my left and see the rose still charging.
Um, I can’t stop myself. My body wants more😩😩.
I grab my phone, open X, open my bookmarks. I have a bunch of hot videos saved for moments like this. Watching them makes every touch and every stroke hit harder.
They make me reach my orgasm faster.
Hmm… here’s a cunnilingus video. A man and a woman. I usually like videos with a lot of play around the clit, with intimacy, body worship, and being freaky. In this one, she’s sitting on a table.
He’s bent down, his face buried in her lady flower. His tongue on her clit, tasting every bit of her. He’s lost in it, devouring her.
His hands rest on either side, index fingers pointing up and meeting above her clit, thumbs meeting below to form a triangle around it.
His tongue explores her clit, back and forth, back and forth.
Here’s a new scene. She’s standing. He is hugging her so tight from behind. You can see the head of his hardness between her legs, positioned right on her lady flower. She’s grinding her hips backward and forward and his hardness keeps rubbing against her lips and clit.
What an arousing scene!
Oh, how I wish it were me… with someone I’m so into, whose dick I love, whose taste I crave. Grinding, pressed together… I grow wetter just thinking about it.
Ah, Konji Na Bastard🤣🤣🤣
I just had the wildest thought ever.
Whenever I masturbate, I think about things I’d usually keep to myself, because they can be very very wild.
OMG would you judge me? Please don’t 🤭
I put my phone down. I’m smiling. I can’t believe I just thought of that.
Crazy!!!!!!
I miss being spontaneous. Imagine a one-night stand… no strings-attached, just pleasure.
Wait… what’s going on?
Let me check my period calendar.
OMG… tomorrow is my ovulation day. No wonder! No wonder I’m feeling this way.
It’s 40 minutes past 3am now. Let me go through my ride hailing apps.
Uber. Click.
Where could I even go to? Accra Mall. Okay… let’s see. Options appear. The app is finding me a ride.
Can you guess what I’m going to do? Please don’t judge me 🤭
Seven minutes. That’s how long it says the ride will take to get here.
I check the driver’s photo. Hmm… not feeling it. Cancel. Another one. Cancel. Again.
I’ll try again.
Now, this doesn’t look bad.
A white Toyota Yaris. The driver looks… okay. Let’s call him Kofi.
OMG… am I really doing this?
I’m daring myself🙈🙈. #YOLO
I dial his number from the app.
The call goes through and he picks up.
Me: Hello, good morning Mr. Kofi.
Him: Good morning.
Me: How are you please?
Him: I’m fine.
(Before he says anything else)
Me: I ordered the ride. Are you coming please?
Him: Yes, I’m coming.
Me: Okay, see you.
Call ends. His voice… sexy. His pic… not bad. OMG. Did I really just do this?
Can you imagine?
My plan is to propose a one-night stand to the driver.
Do you think he’ll say yes?
I’ve never done this before, but I can.
I have condoms in my wardrobe. I have lube. I live alone. I answer to no one.
Okay Ms. Grown Woman!
I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth thinking, OMG, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I get in the shower
My phone starts ringing. It must be the driver. I need to hurry.
My phone rings again.
I’m done showering now
I grab a towel. I barely dry myself before rushing to my bedroom to answer the call.
Me: Hi, Mr. Kofi. You’re here? I’m coming please. Sorry, I was in the bathroom.
Him: Okay.
I slip into a short red dress that falls right beneath my butt, with thin straps and a good amount of my cleavage exposed.
No bra. No panties. Bare back.
I look in the mirror. I love what I see! So sexy!
I brush my wig, spray myself, put on my red lipstick and large hoops, and immediately grab my bag with the condom and lube and get out of my room.
I lock my door and walk out to the gate.
I’m out of the gate. I see the car. I look in its direction and smile as I walk toward the passenger seat.
Wish me luck 😉!
I open the door, get in the passenger seat, look to my left and smile at him.
Me: Hi, Kofi. I’m so sorry I made you late. I hope you’re not mad at me 🥹
Him: No problem. You smell good.
Me: Thank you.
Him: So… where are you going?
Me: I don’t know. I’m bored🥹. I wanted to get a ride…to see if you can drive me around. Is that okay?
He nods.
I check him out with my eyes.
Brown-skinned, pleasant face, looks like he is in his mid 30s. I smile…
I can “eat” him and go home like it never happened… only if he doesn’t say no.
His eyes drift to my chest. Busty, cleavage showing. Not surprising.
Me: Do you like them?
He freezes.
Me: Would you like to hold them?
He exhales. “This is crazy.”
Me: I know. Do you think I’m attractive?
He looks at me. Really looks. “Yes… you are.”
I lean back, satisfied.
Me: I woke up… very horny. I’ve never done this before. Your voice, your pic…it gave me a crazy idea.
He swallows.
Him: So… what do you want to do?
Me: Would you be interested? I have condoms.
Him: Um… wow. This is crazy.
But you are very beautiful. Very sexy. So… how do we do this?
While looking in his eyes, I smile and put my hand on his lap gently.
Me: Let’s find somewhere quiet and hidden.
So we drive around and find a very, very secluded spot.
He stops, turns to me. I lean forward, lift his chin, kiss him. He responds. Lips and tongues intertwined, breathing heavily.
My hands are on his back and then his arms… then everywhere I can reach. He moves his hand toward my aching lady flower.
I grow wetter. I tap his back once, twice, three times. We stop kissing.
Me: I want to get on top.
He reclines the seat. I get the condom, I slide it on his hardness.
He looks like a good 7 inches. Nice girth.
I straddle him. I kiss him as I grind on him, up and down, finding my rhythm. It feels good.
He is inside me so deep. We both moan. I kiss him more. I keep grinding on him. We get lost in each other. So intense. So amazing.
He stops.
Him: Let’s go to the back.
We look around. There’s no one in sight. It’s around 4:30 am, still dark outside.
He opens the back door. I climb into the seat and get on all fours. Chest down, ass up.
He moves behind me.
He slides inside my inner warmth. He goes in so slowly and fills me up.
Beautiful sparks shoot up my walls. It feels like fireworks inside me.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He keeps stroking.
Then I hear his moan become so loud.
Him: I’m cumming.
I meet his thrusts, pushing back harder. Then he leans forward, wraps his arms around me, and holds me still.
A few seconds later, we are both seated in the backseat, panting.
I smile. I can’t believe I just did that
Him: Wow.
Me: Right?
I smile at him, “Can you take me home, please”?
Him (nodding): Yes.
We both get up, straighten our clothes and go back to the front seats. He drives me back with music playing.
I play Summer Walker’s Body, then Just Might, then Girls Need Love.
We arrive at my gate.
I heave a sigh and smile at him
Me: “Can I get a hug?”
Him: Of course.
We hug and I say,
“Thank you for that. I had a fun time. Goodnight.”
I step out of the car. I walk to my gate, open it and wave at him.
I walk inside and close the gate behind me.
My mind screams. “DID I REALLY JUST DO THAT?”
The End
So… how was it?
stay sexy!
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