Fingering Myself in the Middle of the Marsh

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g my lips with his tongue to reach for mine. My pussy started pulsating. My clit got engorged and demanded relief.</p><p id="3f9b">I slowly took my finger and went looking for the moist liquid now covering my lips. I dug in and grabbed what I could on one finger, then brought the nectar to my lips to taste myself. I taste so good.</p><p id="5a3c">I spread my legs wide now, and inserted three fingers in my kitty. It was hungry and wanted more, so parting my lips, I gave it the whole five. My other hand was going wild on my clit, moving it around, pretending one of my beau’s tongue was wiggling it. I stopped fucking myself, grabbed a tit and started licking my nipples. They are super sensitive and I love cumming while they get licked. I bit on them a little. I could feel the orgasm coming on, but I stopped.</p><p id="2e74">I wanted more. I wanted a big fat cock to fuck me good. But there was none here. DING! Notification. I paused and looked at my phone. My AP had been bored on a Saturday afternoon and sent me a video of his jerk off session. I love cum shots.</p><p id="7964">I leaned the phone on the side of the kayak and put the video on repeat. I My fist found my opening again and went back to fucking it while my fingers went crazy on my clit. I fucked it harder and harder till I came all over my hand, while watching the sweet jizz squirt out of my (former) lover’s engorged cock head.</p><p id="2120">Hmmm. Lovely.</p><p id="c5e2">I sat down. “Are you okay,” I heard, as I poked my head back up. A fisherman was now in the marsh with me, some 60 feet away. “Most certainly am, sir. Most certainly am.”</p><p id="35ee"><i>As a newcomer on Medium, I appreciate your likes, claps and follows. And don’t forget to subscribe to the Scarlett Letter! </i>https://medium.com/the-scarlett-letter</p><figure id="57aa"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*gJI_aTnaBvJCtpNe.png

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Sun kissed and filled with want

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Phew! What a week it’s been!

I reactivated my AM account this week to try to find a scratch to my itch. After receiving a few messages from my current (former?) AP, I realized that we are just not looking for the same thing. I want someone to be in daily contact with; he wants a fuck once every two weeks.

Things were going super well, but then, out of nowhere, mid-conversation, I got kicked out of the app and told AM deactivated my account!

I was beyond frustrated. I had made some great contacts and had 2 solid potentials! They were really getting my juices flowing and the thought of them thinking I had ghosted them really irked me. I needed to blow off some steam.

So I did what I do in those circumstances. I took my kayak and went to the water.

It was a gorgeous day. Warm, but not too hot. Some wind, but not blistery. Perfect.

I got in my kayak and started rowing. I navigated to a little marsh full of wildlife, very secluded and void of humans. I stopped my boat. It was so serene. I laid back, stretching out in the wet kayak, letting the sun kiss my bare skin. I was wearing only a bathing suit, and I assure you, there was not much to it.

Soon enough, the embrace of the sun got me thinking about my prospects and I got really, really hot and bothered. The thought of their chiseled bodies turned me on. With little to go on from, as we had not exchanged pictures yet, my imagination ran wild. Kissing is a big deal in my books so I picture him climbing on top of me, in the kayak, parting my lips with his tongue to reach for mine. My pussy started pulsating. My clit got engorged and demanded relief.

I slowly took my finger and went looking for the moist liquid now covering my lips. I dug in and grabbed what I could on one finger, then brought the nectar to my lips to taste myself. I taste so good.

I spread my legs wide now, and inserted three fingers in my kitty. It was hungry and wanted more, so parting my lips, I gave it the whole five. My other hand was going wild on my clit, moving it around, pretending one of my beau’s tongue was wiggling it. I stopped fucking myself, grabbed a tit and started licking my nipples. They are super sensitive and I love cumming while they get licked. I bit on them a little. I could feel the orgasm coming on, but I stopped.

I wanted more. I wanted a big fat cock to fuck me good. But there was none here. DING! Notification. I paused and looked at my phone. My AP had been bored on a Saturday afternoon and sent me a video of his jerk off session. I love cum shots.

I leaned the phone on the side of the kayak and put the video on repeat. I My fist found my opening again and went back to fucking it while my fingers went crazy on my clit. I fucked it harder and harder till I came all over my hand, while watching the sweet jizz squirt out of my (former) lover’s engorged cock head.

Hmmm. Lovely.

I sat down. “Are you okay,” I heard, as I poked my head back up. A fisherman was now in the marsh with me, some 60 feet away. “Most certainly am, sir. Most certainly am.”

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