A horny erotica writer and a climax

In a fit of madness, I put the following message onto Twitter on a recent weekend.

The OH is going away for 48 hours, leaving horny, stupid, Dianne alone. What can I do in the house that would be exciting? Don’t suggest. Tell me what to do and I will try my best. I’ll not cheat on him, but otherwise… Please retweet as I want thoughts from many. I need this!

Why did I send this out? What I needed was to not be in charge for a time. There are certain aspects of being humiliated and even degraded (when in private) that are attractive to me. I have always been aware of this, and have always hated the things that I’ve needed to do to get my kicks. I was a strong independent woman in public but, in private, I sometimes wanted the exact opposite. Not all of the time! Just occasionally, but when I needed it, I really needed it!

My OH didn’t understand this need though. Which was why I had given control of my actions for the weekend to strangers on the internet. I needed someone outside of my head to choose my options. I’d done a lot of stupid things to myself in the past, but there was something completely different in the mix when you followed the whims of others. I had hopes that the world of Twitter would satisfy me. And maybe my writing it up would satisfy some of them.

The very first thing that I got told to do was write about what happened. I’d had no prior intention to do so as I was looking for private fun, and outing myself as a sexual oddity had been as far as I had intended to go. I would quietly do whatever came in, and that would end it. However, that order to write it up changed everything.

This story is the fourth to come from the weekend’s events, and there should be one more to come.

Last night I’d covered myself with food in the kitchen and masturbated. This morning I’d had to write a story about sex with a zucchini and ice cubes, and then act it out. Just after lunch I’d peed in the back garden, knowing full well that it was overlooked by many other households and that there was a fair chance of being seen. And now? Now I sat touching myself while hoping that more would come in…

(And please pardon me for my spelling from this point onwards. Mistakes up to this point are writer’s errors, but all of the Tweets that follow are taken directly from the discussion feed and were the best I could do due to the circumstances at the time as my mind, and hands much of the time, were otherwise engaged!)

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Dress in your best lingerie with a white shirt and short skirt and shower until it becomes see through x

Finally, something had arrived. It wasn’t like I was being selective or anything. I planned on doing everything that came in if time permitted. And if I needed to double up a few things, then so be it. This was the first of the afternoon though, and about time as well. I acknowledged the girl who had posted and went upstairs to get dressed.

I started picking out what to wear, and then thought to ask her about make-up, hair, and how long did she want me to stand there. What my ‘best’ lingerie was could be debated, depending on what ‘best’ meant to anyone, but I liked a black lace teddy that had some push-up support. Being small in the boob department this helped, but it also showed off a lot of my figure through the flimsy material.

She didn’t get back to me, but another message had come through on the same thread, from a man this time.

Once it’s see through place yourself in your most visible window and watch the world go by for a while

I acknowledged this man and finished buttoning up my thin white blouse. As a skirt, I’d picked out a light white one. Knowing that the idea was for my lingerie to show through then having the black under a thin white outfit had seemed the best way to go. I’d thought of putting on make-up so that it would run in the shower and give an interesting effect, but, not having a reply there when I queried that, went without.

The time under the water gave me plenty of space to consider the next part of the tasks. My most visible window was in our bedroom. It is around six feet wide, and we normally have the vertical blinds partly closed. Open enough to let light in, but not so much as to allow visibility of any activity.

It has not been specifically requested, but I thought that the most visible window should make me the most visible I could be while remaining in the house. For that reason, I resolved to open the blinds and not try to hide myself at all as I did this. I’d still be dressed after all.

I walked through, from the bathroom to the bedroom, carrying a towel but not using it. I dripped all over the floor and knew I’d need to look at that later. For the moment though, I placed the folded towel down, to stand on, and then drew the blinds all the way.

Being short, the windowsill came to a little above my belly button, so my lower half was completely hidden from outside view. What they would see was my hair plastered to my shoulders, the thin white blouse and, underneath that, the top of the teddy clearly coming through.

I’d picked up my laptop from the bed as I walked past and placed it onto the windowsill. I refreshed the feed, to see what I was meant to do now and if anything had been added since I went into the shower. It had been, by someone that had missed what I was currently doing.

Hmm… Maybe: strip to just your underwear, masturbate in the kitchen or a more public area of your home (using a toy or otherwise), then call someone you either know or don’t know (such as an information service) to have a mundane conversation with them while secretly climaxing.

This was from a girl I’d had a few decent conversations with on Twitter, and it was nice to get something from someone that I knew a little. She was behind the times though, and was responding on a section of the thread other than the one currently in use. I quickly filled her in, and then told everyone that I’d incorporate this into my current situation.

A few moments ago I’d just been going to stand there soaking wet and showing my underwear through my clothing to the street outside my home. Now I was going to masturbate while doing so — and talking to someone on the phone at the same time. Marvellous. That certainly upped the stakes somewhat, even though my nether regions were out of sight.

The street was just an ordinary one. House, twenty feet of lawn, pavement and road being maybe forty feet across, and then lawns and houses at the other side mirroring my own. Not a busy route for traffic, vehicular or pedestrian, but there was still a constant flow, especially during rush hour or school intake or release times. Late on a Saturday afternoon it was not too bad, but I could still easily be seen.

I grabbed my mobile and then started touching myself. I wanted to get wet and ready to some degree before talking to someone on the phone. Any person I called for mundane reasons, and I had no idea who that might be at this point, would not be chatty. If I was to climax while on with them then I needed to be ready to pop. I Tweeted that I was starting this so that the girl, and any others following this event, would know.

I’m not into girls, not really, although I’d been pushed into a few encounters with some. With this one, I’d been having some silly Twitter harmless flirting. She’d said in a DM that everyone did it a bit, and it helped grease the wheels a little. Knowing that we were never going to meet I’d been doing it back. OH would not be a happy boy if he found out, but I liked flirting with her in the goofy innocuous way that we did!

I’ll be thinking of you…

That came in from the girl, and quickly as well. Was she waiting to see what I was going to post? Maybe I’d just happened to start at a time when she was catching up on Twitter admin? It wasn’t what I needed to hear from her right then though, so I told her so, saying this.

Oh honey, that changes the flavour of my masturbation thoughts entirely!

And it had. I’d started thinking about my man touching me under my damp clothing and was thinking of removing the skirt at least and letting it fall to the towel so that I could get better access down there. I didn’t need thoughts of her intruding. They did though, increasingly so when she Tweeted back.

And mine…

I paused for a few moments to take that in. She seemed to be saying that she was thinking of me as she was jilling off at the same time as me. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not, but if she was then… I sent a message back to her, only realising once it had gone that this wasn’t private. The whole of Twitter would get this.

Oh bloody hell woman! I’m typing one handed as I masturbate, dressing in soaking wet black lingerie, while leaning on my bedroom window sill with the blinds wide open so I can be seen by all — and you drop THAT into my head!

There was no response from her, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Was she actually doing it and thinking of me? I dropped the skirt and then lifted the teddy out of the way and up to the level of the windowsill. I started to seriously touch myself, but it was hard to concentrate. I was aware of the voices from people passing by outside, but the voice in my head was getting me to think of that girl as I touched myself, rather than of my OH.

This was weird, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. She’d set this part of the task for me, and now she was intruding into it far more than I imagined. As a distraction I grabbed the phone and made a call. The option was there to call someone I don’t know — or someone I did. I figured it might take a while to reach a climax, and the unknown people were not going to hang around.

I called my sister. She could talk for hours when the mood was on her, so, however long it took, I’d still have her on the other end of the line when I climaxed. Yes, it was weird to be talking to her as I held the mobile with one hand and to be rubbing my pussy and clit with the other, at the same time, but I didn’t have many options here.

I could quit… but no, I couldn’t. Once I said I’d do a thing, then I did it. It might be unhinged of me, but I kept my word as far as I could in all situations. If a car broke down, then I’d be late. Otherwise, if I said I’d be somewhere at a certain time, then I was. If I agreed to follow the instructions from a bunch of strangers for the weekend, then I’d damn well do so!

Have you made the phone call…?

She was back again and not making this any easier. I put the mobile between my head and shoulder and kept it there while using that now free hand to type a reply, as best as I could.

I’m on with my sister. I was due to ccall her anyway. I’m frigging mysleef tinking of you and talking about my parents upcoming aniverssry. Heaven help me.

I’d barely taken the mobile back from its precarious position when she was back again.

Does your sister have any idea what a dirty girl you are?

This was awful. I was trying to hold up my end of a sensible conversation about my parent’s upcoming wedding anniversary while frigging myself off (and trying to concentrate on my man in that situation and not this girl). All while still being aware of traffic going by the house and people being able to see me moving oddly as I stood framed in my window.

no I don’t think she knows anything. my family is very vert ystraight and this would caue heart attacks a plenty.

I had hit send by accident, and so followed up with the rest of the message I’d intended to send.

People are going by and I’m in the cetre of my window inlingerie that’s not hiding much and one hand is deep in my piussy as I think of a stangers lips as that’s all I ‘ve sen of you. I’d lve to see more, but never will. My sister knows someitnh gis not right but she never guess this

Putting my hand back on the phone, I concentrated on the chat for a little while, keeping my fingers busy, but not as active as they could be. I wasn’t sure how to orgasm while talking with her like this, but would have to try and pick my moment. I could be quite loud about it and had a hard time controlling the volume. How to do it while on with someone that knew me well?

Excellent. Just let me know when you…you know…

I knew all right. When I climaxed. I’d done so twice last night in response to a food-based command. Once this morning, once this afternoon, and was hoping to do so again soon. I wasn’t a porn star though, able to do it (or fake it) on command.

I ve done that wice for these sort o fthing today already and its takong a while. tell me what you ar ethinking. what do you think odf me. Will you respct me in the morning!

I was being a bit cheeky, a bit silly, and flirty again in that last part. It amused me for a second, but it didn’t help.

I’ve got a wonderful image of you with your fingers inside yourself while you’re on the call. That’s very exciting. Dripping wet. And dripping.

She was supposed to be a friend, yet she was being a total distraction. Deliberately so as far as I could tell. Talking to my sister needed to be top of the agenda here, closely followed by the orgasm that was getting close. My sis didn’t know what I was like, and she couldn’t find out. I shouldn’t Tweet again, but could not help myself.

dind’t dry my hair yet either so that’s palstered to me. I am so blood ywet but talking about family keeps me away frm the edge. this is hsard work keeping my voice straight! anyone in the houses opposeite o rthe strret must wonder what th hll I’m doing!

It was true as well. The more I talked with my sister about the family plans, the further I got from my orgasm. I gave up thinking about what those in the street would be thinking — they couldn’t see anything vital anyway — and passers-by would only get a glimpse of my odd writhing unless they stopped or parked outside. Those in the house’s opposite would see more, but sod them, I’d tell those neighbours a story if need be!

I turned the laptop around so that it was no longer a distraction either. That left me just my fingers and my sis to concentrate on, and I improved that further by lying the phone on the windowsill and putting it on speaker. I should have done that earlier really. I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. She knew, but I told her that I was trying to organise something and it would be for just a few moments.

That wasn’t a lie, or not completely anyway. I was trying to organise my climax as I’d been instructed to. On the phone and frigging myself two-handed once again. I was such a dumb girl to get myself into this but it was amazing to be able to hand myself over to others — three others being involved on this particular occasion, three strangers to each other, and to me, making me orgasm while almost in public. Making me rub my boobs and clit while talking to a family member!

And that was what did it in the end. The lack of control I had in this situation was amazing. Exactly what my fine and upstanding OH couldn’t give me. He was a good man. A kind and considerate man. A man who I wish would lose control over himself a little and give me what I was needing. Which was this. I needed to be told what to do, and then have to do it.

To talk to my sister and orgasm at the same time was wild. To feel that rush through your body as you shook out of control and your limbs went to putty. To lose control of your vocal tracts for a moment and to moan uncontrollably — needing me to kick the wall so that I could tell her the truth (as I hate to lie and am no good at it) that I’d banged my foot and leaving it to her to surmise that must be the reason for those moans.

My sister was no idiot and knew that something was going on, but what that was she couldn’t tell. Thankfully. She had to take at face value what I told her — especially as she knew all about my compulsion against lying.

The Twitter friend had said that she thought it a wonderful image that I was both dripping wet and dripping with my fingers inside me. I sure was now. My pussy juice was all over my fingers and doing the slow descent down my thighs. Oh bloody hell, that was intense! I was thinking of that girl as I came, and that was fine in a way as she set up that part of it. Cumming while thinking of her was a new one to me though!

I finished the conversation with my sister while, once again, looking out of the window. My clothing had stopped dripping now, and, although it was a strange place for me to stop and watch the world go by, there was nothing for anyone out there to see anymore. It would have made an interesting photograph from this side, and I almost wished a classy B&W shot could capture this, but time was up. Mission accomplished.

This was the first time I’d ever done anything like this on Twitter — and probably the last as well! Presumably all of these Tweets are still available for people to access online. Three of the other stories that took place the next day are already posted, and another will follow in due course.

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