A Little Rut for You

Three weeks tomorrow, I still can’t stop looking at them. My pierced nipples. I was always a fan of touching myself, but now… I can’t resist looking. Admiring. No pinching. No pulling. Not yet. Not for a while. 

They’re so sensitive. I took a shower. Standing under the spray of the shower head. Water beating down on my tits. The stream hitting my nipples. Shiny, sparkly nipples. A tingle and all body shudder. Continuously. 

Wave after wave of pleasure. Shooting from my nipples to my pussy. My shaved pussy. Where I rested my hand for a moment. Sliding two fingers between my folds. Slick. Not from my period, which I was coming off of but my personal wet. Beautiful. 

These moments were building by the day. I always seemed ready. Ready to throw my legs up in the air as I slid my favorite dildo in and out of my pussy. Rubbing my clit with my forefinger. I could do this all day. Sometimes I do. 

I am a constant, walking orgasm waiting to happen. At any given moment. My heat builds from within. It releases in a stunning glow that I can’t help but want to repeat. Over and over. 

I didn’t cum in the shower. I hit that crest, that peak. I let it subside. My breathe ragged. Quiet. I still keep looking at my pierced nipples. I can’t wait to play with them.