A Long Time Ago Now

I want to write of the time when I was so horny I would masturbate more then 3 times a morning. It was this one day in Shillong…summer in rest of India but comfortably chilly in Shillong.

And I lay wrapped in a thick quilt and kept at it furiously.

Perhaps the presence of my almost perfectly yummy cousin in the next room or so fuelled my thoughts and my fingers. I remember being at it even when my aunt came in to give me a letter which had arrived in the morning post from my boyfriend, with whom I never did anything more than a kiss. Later, much later, after I had broken up with him and several others, I used to teach him to unhook bras and cup breasts by encouraging him to try it out on me.

So now that cousin of mine is married, and to this insipid looking bitch pretending to be a girl, and they are so in lust and that’s so apparent. And here I am reminiscing the morning I my fingers whirled up a cupful of frenzy and dedicated it to him. Whee!!.