It had been many sleepless nights now. The pending office work had come home every day for more than a week. She had slugged on and worked hard. Work from home only sounds fun but it brings a lot to the desk; she had been forewarned by her senior colleagues, and now she knew it all too well. She had thought to have some time and space for herself while she worked but she found none at all.
Today this work needed to be wrapped up and sent. She couldn't handle the daily sleep deprivation which was threatening to become a permanent part of her life. She knew she needed sleep; she felt tired too; yet she must fight it off resolutely and get it done with. Tomorrow's Saturday she will relax and sleep soundly. She had promised herself that self-indulgence. A glass of water as a break and she resumes her work on the desk.
Two hours and unimaginable efforts later, she finally gets up. She allows herself a big stretch to throw off the strain. She will need a shower to pamper her body and to get ready for bed. She puts away the things on the desk and pulls off her clothes. Even the sweatshirt needed a break. Entering the shower, she welcomes the warm water as it falls on her like a blessing. She stays in there, relaxing, for a whole twenty minutes.
Naked, she pads down barefoot to her bed, towelling herself. Pulling the covers on, she snuggles inside and sighs happily, satisfied. She thinks of enjoying a long, deep and sweet sleep while turning off the early alarm for tomorrow and the lights as well. The room became dark.
But then a sudden thought came.
Should she use her vibrator for a bit too to coddle her body?
Where did this thought come from!?
Anyways... She analysed her body thoroughly in her mind to see if it could tolerate an arousal and if it needed one at all. Her pussy tingled a bit. Anticipation is a reliable sign to start acting on a thought. This signal wasn't lost on her.
She pulled the vibrator out of the side drawer and gently fondled it. She felt like a naughty child about to do something forbidden. The cherry-shaped, turquoise vibrator had come in a set including a transparent long dildo, a pair of baby blue furred handcuffs and a fragrant lube. She had ordered the set whimsically one day while browsing through the merch section of her favourite adult website. It wasn't a wise decision, but the things came in a good condition, so she had kept them all despite the misgivings about owning them at all.
The vibrator was always the first thing she chose. This time too she picked that up first. It was smooth. And light. And cold to her touch.
Yet it felt wistful of the last time she had held it. Almost a month ago. That day it had felt nice inside of her hot and hungry pussy, and she had enjoyed her time. It was like an old friend who knew her through and through.
Her pussy tingled again.
And now there was a warmth, down there too, where the two friends would meet again... After a long time...
She was lying still under the covers. She felt a chill on her arms. She pulled them inside, holding the vibrator in her palms. It didn't feel as cold now.
But about what should she think to arouse herself with?
Not a guy.
Then what?
Porn?
Should she open a website and watch some erotic action?
No... She won't be able to relax her eyes after the strain from the laptop.
In that case, some audios would help.
Erotic ASMRs then? Men moaning, whispering, mumbling.
Yes... Nice alternative. Juicy.
Turning on her phone, she looked up for some ASMR audios with the keywords - boyfriend ASMR, M4F audios, 18+ male voice, sleep ASMR Male voice, Boyfriend fantasy...
She had her iPod on and connected. She clicked on one link. Silence... A rustle...
A deep bass voice started speaking sultrily about some silly offence of hers which had pissed him off and he wanted to punish her. Teach her a lesson.
Buttery smooth yet menacing. This voice. An hour-long audio file this one. The beginning was good. It promised her much more.
The low voice. Hot. Close. Too intimate. Bothering her.
He spoke about what she had done. He spoke of what she should have done. He spoke of what he would do to remedy the situation.
She shivered.
She needed some spanking first of all. To correct her. Her skirt was supposed to ride high, showing her ass, while he spanked her. Then he would remove it altogether to spank her again.
She had been a bad girl.
She turned her head a bit to the side to escape the closeness of the voice. Her ears were burning already. But now the voice came to the other ear.
Her chest lurched and then shrank. Too intimate. He voice was almost in a lowercase bold.
He was speaking of how soft her soft chest sat on his lap as he caressed the soft thigh and palmed it. He warned her not to arouse him any further. She would create more trouble for herself.
But he couldn't stop his hands from exploring her body which was open and available for him to do as he wished to. And he wished to take her. Ride her. Fuck her mindless. Now.
He had already found some wetness while spanking her. He would have to stop spanking and was squeezing her. He would start fingering her dripping pussy and then her little asshole.
Her arching ass was inviting his cock to pump his seed in her. She was really wicked.
She had not learnt her lesson. So, he would have to take her body... and make her cry... for mercy. She had invited that upon herself, and she would have to give herself up to him.
Her pussy was wet. Juices were dripping down her thighs. He knew she wanted to be fucked. She was a whore. His whore.
She felt his low growling make her pussy gasp.
Now she wanted to touch her pussy. It felt wet and hungry, desperately wanting for something to enter her. Her pussy was opening its little mouth for food. It had a mind of its own and she had to do what it bids.
She touched the vibrator to the mouth of the pussy. The opening was sleek. It widened effortlessly to let the hard, bulbous head of the imaginary penis of the deep-voiced punisher to enter, with its hum soothing the entry.
