voyeur, and fantasizing about all the things he’d like to do to her.
When he saw her rise from her desk chair and leave the room a shaft of disappointment arrowed through him. Usually she sat there much longer, doing whatever it was she did at the computer. The sight of her always made his cock harden and his balls draw up in frustration. At least he knew the most important parts of his body still worked. If only he had someone to work on them with.
He wondered where his neighbor had gone and if she’d be back.
He was just about to turn over when she came back into the room and…
Holy fucking shit! She was naked!
* * * * *
Kasey had thought a million times about moving the full-length mirror into her bedroom. It just seemed the more logical place for it. But when she’d bought the house the mirror had already been hung in the front bedroom so she’d just left it there, preferring to have her master bedroom farther away from the street. When her neighbor moved in she’d stopped using it for more than just checking her outfits every day or seeing which clothes looked best on her. Too bad, because when she pleasured herself it always turned her on more when she could watch.
But after three weeks of not seeing him after dark she’d figured out her neighbor did something that took him away nights, so she had her privacy again. She supposed she could have closed her blinds, but the idea of imaginary voyeurism—someone watching her with her toys—upped the arousal factor. Of course, if he were really watching…
She shook her head. Impossible. She’d have seen some indication of it.
Maybe I should put a mirror on the bedroom ceiling!
She laughed to herself as she moved back into her study, imagining the jokes the workmen would make if she placed an order for that.
Kasey wet her lips as she placed her little pink tote with her toys in it on a small, low table. More than a week had gone by since the last time she’d done this, but she was stuck at a place in her book and needed inspiration. Reaching into the tote she plucked out one of her favorites, the whispering butterfly. She’d gone to a sex toys party doing research for her books—“Yeah, right,” her friend Ariel had laughed—and the butterfly had fascinated her. Once she’d tried it out, it had become her favorite toy to start her sessions with. Adding a drop of a special cream to it that would make it adhere to her skin, she stood sideways to the window, facing the mirror.
Casually she brushed her fingers over her carefully waxed pubic area, feeling the heat rising from the skin. She enjoyed looking at herself with no curls to impede her vision. She could see the delicate pink of her labia and the tip of her sensitive clit just peeping out from its hood. The sight always gave her a rush.
Moving her feet apart, Kasey separated the folds of her cunt with the fingers of one hand and with the other placed the clamps of the tiny butterfly right on her clit. She pressed the little ball that replicated the head and immediately the delicate creature began moving, the wings fluttering slightly against her inner lips.
Immediately sensations shot through her body, vibrations humming through her pussy and into her womb. She cupped her breasts with her hands, feeling the heavy weight of them, and rubbed her thumbs across the hardening tips. Sometimes she imagined they were the hands of a lover, but she’d never had a lover as gentle or considerate with her as she could be with herself. They’d been inventive, demanding, imaginative, but it was still always about them. This way it could be about her and she didn’t have to worry about anything.
Selfish, maybe, but she thought she’d earned the right.
As the butterfly continued to vibrate and flutter its wings, the mass of tiny nerves in the inner walls of her cunt responded, setting up tiny tremors in her inner muscles. Her cunt hungered for something to fill it, but she always made herself hold off
When he saw her rise from her desk chair and leave the room a shaft of disappointment arrowed through him. Usually she sat there much longer, doing whatever it was she did at the computer. The sight of her always made his cock harden and his balls draw up in frustration. At least he knew the most important parts of his body still worked. If only he had someone to work on them with.
He wondered where his neighbor had gone and if she’d be back.
He was just about to turn over when she came back into the room and…
Holy fucking shit! She was naked!
* * * * *
Kasey had thought a million times about moving the full-length mirror into her bedroom. It just seemed the more logical place for it. But when she’d bought the house the mirror had already been hung in the front bedroom so she’d just left it there, preferring to have her master bedroom farther away from the street. When her neighbor moved in she’d stopped using it for more than just checking her outfits every day or seeing which clothes looked best on her. Too bad, because when she pleasured herself it always turned her on more when she could watch.
But after three weeks of not seeing him after dark she’d figured out her neighbor did something that took him away nights, so she had her privacy again. She supposed she could have closed her blinds, but the idea of imaginary voyeurism—someone watching her with her toys—upped the arousal factor. Of course, if he were really watching…
She shook her head. Impossible. She’d have seen some indication of it.
Maybe I should put a mirror on the bedroom ceiling!
She laughed to herself as she moved back into her study, imagining the jokes the workmen would make if she placed an order for that.
Kasey wet her lips as she placed her little pink tote with her toys in it on a small, low table. More than a week had gone by since the last time she’d done this, but she was stuck at a place in her book and needed inspiration. Reaching into the tote she plucked out one of her favorites, the whispering butterfly. She’d gone to a sex toys party doing research for her books—“Yeah, right,” her friend Ariel had laughed—and the butterfly had fascinated her. Once she’d tried it out, it had become her favorite toy to start her sessions with. Adding a drop of a special cream to it that would make it adhere to her skin, she stood sideways to the window, facing the mirror.
Casually she brushed her fingers over her carefully waxed pubic area, feeling the heat rising from the skin. She enjoyed looking at herself with no curls to impede her vision. She could see the delicate pink of her labia and the tip of her sensitive clit just peeping out from its hood. The sight always gave her a rush.
Moving her feet apart, Kasey separated the folds of her cunt with the fingers of one hand and with the other placed the clamps of the tiny butterfly right on her clit. She pressed the little ball that replicated the head and immediately the delicate creature began moving, the wings fluttering slightly against her inner lips.
Immediately sensations shot through her body, vibrations humming through her pussy and into her womb. She cupped her breasts with her hands, feeling the heavy weight of them, and rubbed her thumbs across the hardening tips. Sometimes she imagined they were the hands of a lover, but she’d never had a lover as gentle or considerate with her as she could be with herself. They’d been inventive, demanding, imaginative, but it was still always about them. This way it could be about her and she didn’t have to worry about anything.
Selfish, maybe, but she thought she’d earned the right.
As the butterfly continued to vibrate and flutter its wings, the mass of tiny nerves in the inner walls of her cunt responded, setting up tiny tremors in her inner muscles. Her cunt hungered for something to fill it, but she always made herself hold off
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