The Urge
Her days were busy and tiring, but still The Woman longed for something she had to wait for. She went about her daily duties of caring for her young one, the animals, and the house.
"Awe, what a sweet house wife I Am.", She said to herself semi-sarcastically, as she sweated in the heat scrubbing the floors.
The little one was at her grandparents so The Woman could get some cleaning done before The Man came home from a long week at work. The Woman worked hard to get the stains of child's play out of the carpet and to sweep up dried mud from the corners. She sweated furiously in the kitchen getting a large dinner in the oven. Despite the humid afternoon, The Woman was feeling quite fresh.
Then she remembered the living room needed to be vacuumed. She bent down to get some toys from under the couch and she felt The Urge creep up. The Woman had a secret, one she didn't tell very many. The Urge had come to her since she was very young and she never knew when it would happen. She tried to ignore it but the more she ignored it the stronger The Urge became. She kept vacuuming but still she felt the tingle and she could almost scream!
The Woman couldn't take it anymore, The Urge wins again. She rushes into the bedroom while ripping off her pants and begins to rub herself. She feels between the lips of her pussy and feels the wet and the warmth. The Urge still doesn't diminish. She keeps rubbing but she just can't satisfy The Urge that easily today.
She glances at the clock.
"FUCK." It is almost time to get the kids.
She keeps rubbing. She slips a finger in and tries to find that elusive G-spot. "Is it possible to find your own G-spot?" The Woman thinks to herself. She giggles thinking how after all the years satisfying The Urge she would be a pro at this.
