Recently I’ve joined the “Fuck It Club”. I’ve spent far too long trying to fit in, to be what others want. It’s great therapy. Fuck everyone. Fuck it, I’m just doing it.
I’ve fantasised about pierced nipples for a long time. And finally I got them done.
I’ve had the permanent horn since. Today has been particularly intense. My now comfortable piercings in my leopard print bra have been rubbing. Constant tingles of pleasure resonating in my cunt.
Sitting, on my own, drinking coffee. Watching a middle aged man with his mother, a wry smile between us as he leaves.
Sat, relaxing, utterly aware of how turned on I am, but everyone else going about their daily grind. Powerless to do anything apart from drink my coffee and relish the feeling of every slight move. Reaching for my cup. Crossing my legs. Uncrossing them almost straight away, feeling like I might give my secret up.
Laying here now, much later, having had a few drinks. My huge tits comfortable, finally, in a vest. Ripples, sweet warmth in my cunt as I long to be sucked and licked, squeezing and twisting. Pure pleasure.