Behind a closed door lay a darkened room, the only light coming from a laptop screen, the only sounds heavy breathing and a muffled buzzing. Amy gasped as a shudder ran up her body from the vibrator she was thrusting in and out of her soaking cunt with great vigor and speed. The sensations filling her with immense pleasure, letting her mind fantasize with great detail the scenario in the erotica on the screen in front of her. Breathing heavily, and with arm and vibrator in constant motion, she read on:
…Jenny’s entire body quivered as a small orgasm shot through her. Her back arched as each forceful pump of Raya’s massive cock pushed her to new heights of pleasure. Jenny looked up at the powerful centauress and saw the dominant smile on the herm’s flushed face; they were both enjoying this so much. Raya’s arm length horse cock began to swell and throb, and with a shout Jenny felt the hot cum flood her, the new sensation making her cum harder than she ever had before, her walls clamping down on Raya’s member as it continued to flood her with both cum and ecstasy…
The steaminess of that last passage sent Amy over the edge as she imagined that centaur shemale’s cock flooding her, and her body seized up as as a massive orgasm rocked her body, completely soaking her chair and dripping down to the floor. Panting heavily, she turned off her vibrator and threw it onto her bed, and then looked for an dirty shirt to mop up her mess while she caught her breath.
It only took a few minutes for the wash of endorphins to fade away and the shame and depression to set in. She cycled through the other tabs on her browser, social networks that were mainly antisocial, and found no trace or sign of human contact reaching out to her. There was one post about how someone apparently had the most amazing boyfriend and group of friends, which made Amy give off a heavy sigh. She longed for a life like that, but it always seemed to elude her.
As it always did when she was in this state, the though crossed her mind that it was because of her, that she was too freaky. Before her ego could even hope to console her, she glanced over at the far tab, the still open erotica. She let another heavy sigh loose as it hit home, she was far too freaky for her own good.
It’s not as if she wanted to be like this, she started off pretty normally. But, when your few friends are busy for night after night, and pretty much everything on TV sucks, all you can really do is masturbate. And when that persists for a while, you get a little desensitized and have to explore other kinky things. For Amy it started with standard porn, then the freakier stuff, somehow branched into hentai, which eventually led her to furries, and it wasn’t long before she was fantasizing about centaurs and other monsters. Her masturbational explorations didn’t affect her outside actions, but possibly reflected some sort of openness. That, and desperation.
Logic and reason did their best to comfort her, saying that she was in this state because she needed friends who understood her and accepted her as she is, but that did little to console her in the present. Besides, while the theory was sound, it was still flawed. So few people freely admit they’re that freaky, they hide under veils of normalcy as long as they can. Finding true friends and love for someone too freaky for normal life is a hard and daunting task.
She let another sigh out and opened the erotica tab back up. There was still a long night ahead, and dwelling on stuff like this wasn’t exactly doing her any favors. She retrieved her vibrator and began to search, hoping to find anything good with a drider in it.
Upon an anon’s request, I tried to write a poem about lady masturbation. This was my crack at it. (But I’m hardly an expert on the subject, seeing as I lack a vagina)
The rubbing is done with vigor,
Excitement, with a bit of frustration,
You just need a quick rush of endorphins,
You don’t need this much stimulation,
Or this much of a workout,
For a quick cum.
You consider a vibrator,
But it’s hardly discrete in your situation,
And you just need a quick cum,
So you’re resorting to the furious rubbing,
So you can get along with your day,
Wondering why Premature Ejaculation had to be a male thing,
Because it’d hardly be a problem for you.
Sheets stained in cum,
And a sweat covered bum,
Could mean happy times are here,
Or just a lonely fool,
Playing with their tool,
And doing it constantly, all year.
Their perversions run amok,
They need someone to fuck,
But their lust is here to stay,
But with a couple of quirks,
Their left to their solitary works,
And perversion could be quelled with a good lay.