Some mornings I wake up and my feet ache after a night out dancing, and need some tender loving care. I will smooth moisturizer over them, and if it’s a workday I’ll wish I could lie in bed a while longer, massaging them, or better yet, having someone else do it for me.
I love having my feet played with, and it gets me very horny. So if it’s the weekend and I wake up with throbbing feet and a tingling pussy, it’s the perfect excuse for some toe-sucking fun; and if I’m alone, I take the opportunity for some pampering that will leaving me glowing, as only a foot massage and an orgasm can!
I like to lie back and squirt a little lotion onto my hands, then run them over each sole, slipping my fingers between my toes, squeezing them. I feel the pleasure through my whole body. It’s like a current of sexual electricity shooting from my toes straight up to my pussy, especially first thing in the morning when my body is just awakening.
I squirt a little more moisturizer onto my fingers, and then I rub it into my pussy. Sometimes, I can be gentle and take my time, using one finger to trace the ridges of my pussy lips, just lying there enjoying the soft, slippery sensation. If I touch myself lightly enough, it’s almost as if someone else is doing it.
Other times, when I’ve been having wild sexual fantasies in my sleep, I’m a little rougher with myself. This morning I woke up after dreaming about some kinky playtime. I had been imagining that my ankles were handcuffed to the bedposts and I was spreadeagled, at the mercy of a very horny lover.
I couldn’t shake the image from my mind, so I grabbed my handcuffs and fastened them around my ankles. The sensation of the cold, hard steel against my skin and the sensual aroma of the lotion were two things guaranteed to get me really aroused. Now that my ankles were shackled together, I had to turn my feet so that they rubbed against each other, slipping and sliding each heel back and forth, knees wide, as I rubbed lotion into my pussy.
It felt so arousing. I closed my eyes and lay back, seeking out the hazy images from my erotic dream, adding detail to them in my fantasies. I fondled my breasts and squeezed my nipples, intensifying the horny sensations coursing through me.
I’d already been getting wet before I rubbed moisturizer into my slit, and once I had those cuffs around my ankles I could feel my juices seeping out to gloss my pussy lips. I pushed a couple of fingers into my tight hole. In my mind’s eye, I was picturing my lover’s hand on my pussy. I curled my hand, lotion-slick palm flat against my clit, and pressed harder. I rammed two, then three fingers inside myself, circling and twisting them, stretching my pussy open.
I moved my feet apart as far as I could, feeling the harsh steel of the cuffs resist, forcing me into position. The restraint was a turn-on. I like the perversity of bondage, the way it increases the suspense and intensifies the pleasure by restricting movement. I couldn’t spread my legs, but I could ram my pussy down onto my fingers, and ride them like the cock I was craving.
I rubbed my clit hard, keeping myself on the edge of tension, wanting to slow down, to ease up, while my body cried out for me to make it cum. I remembered that in my dream I had been released from my bonds only to be turned over and fucked from behind. I curled up, fingers fucking my wet hole harder and harder as I thought about the big dick from my dream piercing my pussy from behind.
I got up on my knees. It was hard to get my legs open, the cuffs were really biting into my ankles, forcing me to keep my legs together; but my dream was fully remembered now, and in it, I was forced face down on my bed by rough hands, my feet clasped by an unknown man as if there were many men in the room. Two held me tight, pinned down, as a third, with a massive cock, squatted over me, slapped my ass hard and then plunged his thick pole into my pussy.
Oh god, did I cum hard right then, kneeling on my bed with my feet straining against the cuffs, my fingers hammering into my pussy so fast and furious. When I came I just suddenly stopped, as my orgasm climbed to the edge of the precipice and stared down into the depths. And as soon as it came crashing down on me, I fucked my pussy as viciously as I could, my knuckles slapping my clit, my teeth biting down on my pillow, whimpering into the cotton, body spasming.
Just thinking about how good that orgasm was this morning has me stroking my pussy through my panties right now. I think I’m going to go find my cuffs again and have a little play…
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