Perfect Encounter (On hold)

Chapter 3

Valentina

The Vibrator circles my clit as I tease myself. The buzzing of the toy and my whimpering are the only things that fills my room.

My other hand slides up my body, along my stomach all the way to my breasts. I began to play with my nipples. The vibrator that was circling my clit is now pressed firmly on it as my body spasms.

I tug on my nipples and release a low quiet moan, careful not to wake anyone else in the house. My body feels like it's on a high. The need to cum becomes stronger.

I'm writhing under the spell of my vibrator. I rub it along my clit feeling the sensation become stronger. I'm a mess, my hair is all over the place, my shirt is rolled up giving me the access I need to my nipples.

I tug harder on my nipples as I start to grind on the toy chasing my orgasm, my wetness coating the toy. My eyes flutter close, my breathing is ragged and my body spasms.

I'm close.

So, so close.

My body moves faster along my vibrator, grinding on that spot that has me on edge. The toy is being pressed harder into my clit as I feel closer now. My stomach flutters and tightens and I arch off the bed.

My orgasm is so close, yet so far. The pressure is there, my body is feeling the effects yet I can't seem to finish. Just like that the feeling goes. My moment of Euphoria gone, everything just goes blank almost as if there was no trying.

I drop the vibrator on the bed releasing a frustrated groan at my incapability to bring myself to a release.

I've done it before, but I can't right now. I was stimulated. I cleared my head and tried not to think of anything to self sabotage myself and it still didn't work.

I did everything I should've and, It still. Didn't. Work.

I've been struggling to bring myself pleasure after I gave birth to Aurelia. Most attempts would lead me to the brink of an orgasm and then it would just stop. My mind would wander, I start thinking about other stuff, I try to stop but I also do it subconsciously.

It made me think that giving birth messed me up to the point where I couldn't get off anymore. I did it fine before and I can't say the same about now.

Focus.

That's the issue, me being incompetent.

I'm hungry.

Sighing I drag my underwear and sleep shorts up my leg before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and walking out of my room.

The house is dark, so I walk very slowly out of the room careful not to bump into anything.

Searching for the light switch so I can see something proves to be a hassle. I'm moving around searching for the switch and it's almost like it moved because I know for a fact it's supposed to be around here somewhere.

I failed.

The moment I moved my leg to my right my foot collided into something... a table and it hurted like a bitch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a string of curses still feeling my toes hurting like no other.

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒. I chant over and over in my head, while hopping over to the sofa, to switch on the lamp. Careful not to make too much noise, this house is so quiet I could hear a pin dropping if I should drop one.

Reaching the lamp I switch it on, it illuminates the room bright enough for me to see my way over to the kitchen and wash my hands then turning on the main kitchen light allowing me to see the room even better.