Lube And Lust |

As I finish packing up my truck, excitement and sadness washes over me. I wave goodbye to my children and soontobe exwife, the weight of the sevenhour drive ahead heavy on my shoulders. But my mind quickly drifts to the planned stop just fifteen minutes away, the anticipation of what is to come fueling my every step.

I pull up to the toy store, the memories of my last visit, 18 years ago, flooding my mind. I adjust my coat, concealing my already hardening cock as I prepare to step into the store. My heart races at the thought of what is to come, my fantasy of a BBW employee guiding me through the aisles and ultimately into the back room, playing on a loop in my mind.

I enter the store; my eyes are immediately drawn to the gorgeous plussized woman behind the counter. The store is empty, save for the two of us, and she greets me warmly, inviting me to ask for help if needed. I imagine her curves pressed against my own, but the words don’t come. I am too nervous, too caught up in my mind to make a move.

I make my way over to the magazine rack, seeking out magazines featuring BBW and manonman content. My heart sinks when I don’t find what I am looking for, but I settle for other options, hoping they’ll suffice for the night. I can’t help but steal glances at the cashier, her beauty leaving me feeling both in awe and unworthy. I imagine her receiving constant attention, far out of my league. But the thought of reaching out to her, of making a connection, lingers in the back of my mind.

I find my way to the stand for the anal vibrators, feeling overwhelmed by the options. It’s been so long since I’ve had a toy, and I’m unsure what to choose. I know what I want needs to be waterproof and submersible, as I love my bubble bath playtime. I scan the selection, finding one that I think might be okay. I grab some lube, adding it to my growing pile of items.

As I make my way to the till, I can’t help but steal another glance at the beautiful cashier. I try not to stare, but I want to take in her beauty. I wish I could muster up the courage to let her know how stunning I think she is, but speaking to beautiful people has always been hard for me. My nerves take over, my hands shaking as I hand over my items. I notice my wedding ring, that in itself is most likely an immediate turn off for this beautiful woman.

I muster up the courage to ask the cashier about the vibrator, my nerves on edge as I inquire about its suitability for tub use. She takes a closer look, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she admits she’s not positive. I feel my anxiety spike as I ask for a recommendation, hoping for some guidance.

She leads me back to the display, engaging me in conversation about the type of motion I’m looking for in a vibrator. I struggle to focus, my thoughts consumed by her beauty and the embarrassment of my situation. I can’t remember the specific questions she asks, and my thoughts are scattered as I try to keep up with the conversation.

In a moment of vulnerability, I tell her it’s been eighteen long years since I’ve had a toy. I can’t help but think, “Why do I need to share this with her?” But the words are out, and I can’t take them back. I quickly add that I’ve decided I want to start incorporating toys into my life again. She looks at me with excitement, her eyes lighting up as she exclaims, “Awesome!” I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for her understanding and enthusiasm.

The original vibrator I had picked out has a cockring attached, and the cashier informs me that the options with cockrings are limited. I quickly assure her I don’t need one; it was just the first one I saw. Her face lights up, her beauty radiating as she suggests we look at some other options.

She leads me to another stand, showcasing a variety of different vibrators. I ask her for her recommendation, stuttering as I struggle to find the words. She graciously picks one up, explaining the various features as she holds it. I can’t help but try to brush my hand against hers as I reach for the box, feeling a slight touch but nothing more.

“If that’s the one you recommend, I’ll take it,” I say as we return to the till. She continues to rave about the vibrator as I pay. She asks if I’d like her to text me the receipt, and I hesitate. “No, thank you, I don’t need a receipt,” I say, gathering my purchases and making my way to the door.

As I step outside, I can’t help but think about the cashier; her beauty and kindness are pictured in my mind. I wonder if she was trying to get my number for herself or if I was reading too much into it. But I quickly snap back to reality, chastising myself for entertaining the thought. Of course, she wasn’t interested in me, I remind myself. She’s a worker at the store and was just doing her job.

I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness as I get into my truck, disappointed in myself for not having the courage to speak to the beautiful cashier. I can barely contain my excitement as I drive down the road, my mind consumed by thoughts of my new vibrator. The anticipation is overwhelming, and I’m not waiting seven hours to feel it inside me. I see a gas station across the street and can’t help but feel a surge of relief. I pull in, practically running inside to the bathroom. Once I’m in the privacy of the bathroom, I eagerly take out my new toy, examining it closely before giving it a wash with the cleaner I just bought. I can feel my heart racing as I think about what’s to come. I know this is just the beginning of a long and exciting journey with my new toy, and I can’t wait to see where it takes me.

I bring the vibrator to my mouth, my lips parting as I take it in. I swirl my tongue around the tip; I moan, the feeling of the pretend cock against my tongue sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, imagining it’s a real cock, my mouth.

I can’t wait any longer; I need to feel it inside me. I lube up the vibrator, my hands shaking with excitement. I spread my legs, my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly insert the tip of the vibrator. I moan, the feeling of the foreign object inside of me both strange and exciting. I take a deep breath, trying to relax as I push it further in. I feel my ass stretching to let the vibrator in, the feeling almost overwhelming. My ass tries to push it out, but I’m determined. “No, it’s going in,” I whisper to myself, taking deep breaths to relax.

I bend over the sink, my heart racing as I slowly insert the vibrator further. I moan, the feeling of fullness bringing a wave of pleasure. I close my eyes, imagining it’s a real cock, filling me up. I insert the vibrator the rest of the way, moaning as I feel it hit all the right spots. I close my eyes, completely lost in the moment of pure pleasure. I can’t believe I waited so long to buy a toy; this is precisely what I’ve been missing. I wonder if anyone in the store has heard me moaning. I’m not exactly quiet.

I can’t help but feel a wave of excitement wash over me as I walk out of the bathroom, the vibrator still nestled deep inside of me. I feel a sense of liberation and naughtiness, my hips swaying with a newfound confidence. I can feel the vibrator shift inside of me with every step I take, and I can’t help but moan softly to myself.

My heart races as I walk past the other customers in the store, wondering if they can tell I have a toy inside me. I feel a thrill run through my body, knowing they have no idea. I pick out some snacks, my mind consumed by thoughts of pleasure and desire.

I pay for my items and make my way to my truck. The vibrator feels amazing inside of me; I can’t help but moan softly as I sit down in the driver’s seat. I grab the remote and try to turn it on, but it seems the battery isn’t charged. I let out a disappointed sigh but quickly shake it off, determined to make the most of the situation.

Before I start driving, I start rocking myself back and forth, the feeling of the vibrator shifting inside of me sending shivers down my spine. I can’t help but moan louder with every thrust, my body begging for more. I start bouncing up and down, pretending that I have a real cock inside of me. I close my eyes and let out loud moans as I imagine the feeling of a real cock filling me up. I can feel myself getting more and more turned on, my cock becoming hard with desire. I wonder if the customers walking by my truck can hear me moaning, but I don’t care. I’m too consumed by pleasure to care about what anyone else thinks.

I turn on my audiobook and begin my drive. Thoughts of pleasure and desire consume my mind. I continue rocking back and forth and bouncing on this pretend cock, moaning with every thrust and every bounce; it is making me so horny. I can feel my cock leaking precum, my body begging for release.

I pull over at an overpass, my mind consumed by thoughts of pleasure and desire. I can’t wait to suck on my toy again, my body begging for more. I slowly pull the vibrator out of my ass, my ass reluctantly releasing its hold on this pretend cock. I bring it to my lips and start licking it, tasting my ass on the toy. I moan softly as I insert it into my wanting mouth, the feeling of it inside of me almost overwhelming. I think to myself, “Fuck I’m horny,” my body begging for more.

I take it out of my mouth and look at it, noticing for the first time that I forgot to turn the power on before I put it in my ass. I can’t believe I made such a stupid mistake. I power it on, testing the remote and thinking, “Oh, this is going to be wonderful.” I turn it off,  wipe it down, give it a quick clean, lube it up again, and start to insert it back in my ass.

I can feel my heart racing as I try to insert it; the feeling of it entering my body is almost too much to bear. I let out a whimper as I try to get it in, my body begging for more. I can feel my cock start to leak. I wish someone would stop to see if I am having problems with my vehicle; they would walk up to the window and see what I’m really doing, but alas, this does not happen.

I continue to try and insert it, it seems to be harder to get in while I’m sitting in my truck, but I am determined to be fucked by my toy. I get it inserted part ways, pull up my pants and slowly sit back down all the way, the toy inserting the rest of the way. I let out a cry of joy as I feel it fill me up. I grab the remote and power it on. The vibrations and the comehither motion come alive, sending shivers throughout my body. I’m in bliss.

I signal and make my way onto the road. I’m trying to listen to my audiobook, but my moaning is making it so I can’t hear it. I’m far too distracted to be listening to a book. I drive for a half hour, the feeling of the toy inside of me sending waves of ecstasy with every thrust and every moan. I love the feeling, but I know that it’s not safe to be so distracted while driving. I don’t want to cause an accident.

I think about the pleasure I’ve been experiencing. But I know that I need to be responsible. I pull over at a truck stop, parking beside some semis. I unbutton my pants, lifting my ass off the seat as I slowly pull the toy out. My ass feels empty now, and I can’t help but let out a soft whimper as I think about the pleasure it was giving me.

I continue my drive, my mind consumed by thoughts of pleasure and desire. After four hours of driving, I arrive in another city. I’m excited to find that it has a store as well, so I make an unscheduled stop. I walk in, my heart racing with anticipation. I make my way to the anal toys section, my body begging for more. I’m unsure of which ones to buy, and my mind is overwhelmed by the options.

But luckily, the cashier comes over to help me. I’m disappointed that she’s not as beautiful as the last cashier. I ask her for her recommendations, and she shows me a box that contains five plugs and one set of anal beads. I can feel my heart racing excitedly as I look at the box. I excitedly make the purchase and buy some more lube.

I continue my drive, my mind consumed by thoughts of pleasure and desire. I’m so horny, my cock leaking precum as I think about getting fucked. I can’t wait to get to the Airbnb and fuck myself again. I only have two and a half hours to go until I can satisfy my desires.

I finally arrive at my Airbnb; I hurriedly bring in my clothes, computer, and, of course, all my new toys. I run a bath, adding some bubbles for extra pleasure. I can’t wait to fuck myself in the tub. I wipe down my vibrator, give it a clean, and lube it up. I slowly try to insert it in my ass. I let out a soft whimper as I feel the vibrator spreading my ass. My ass is not having it this time. It’s a little sore, maybe from all the bouncing and thrusting earlier. I can’t help but feel disappointment wash over me as I think about the pleasure I’m missing out on.

I look at my butt plugs and think, well, if the vibrator won’t go in, a smaller plug will. I grab one of the smaller plugs from the set I bought, wash it, lube it, and slowly insert it. I can feel the coolness of the lube as it coats my asshole, making it slippery. My ass tries to push the plug out, but I don’t allow it. I push it back in, feeling my asshole stretch to allow my toy in. I can’t help but let out a soft moan. I get into my bubble bath, grab my phone, and read some Lush stories. As I read the stories, I can’t help but fuck myself with the plug. I moan and thrash about, the sound of my moans and the splashing water filling the room. Water and bubbles spill onto the floor as I continue to fuck myself. The feeling of the plug inside of me fills me with lust.

After my bath, I take the plug out, wash it, and get into bed. My blinds are open, and I wish someone would come and peep in them so they would see me sleeping naked.

I awake an hour and a half before my alarm goes off, my body still humming from last night’s erotic adventures. I contemplate going back to sleep or possibly playing with a new toy. My desire for pleasure wins out. I decide to indulge in another luxurious bubble bath, the perfect setting for some solo play.

As I run the warm water, I select a few Lush stories to read, my mind racing with the dirty thoughts they will inspire. I also take a moment to admire my new magazines, the tantalizing covers beckoning me to explore their filthy pages.

Once settled in the tub, I lean back, my skin prickling with delight as the bubbles caress my body. I can’t resist the urge to capture the moment with a few selfies; I can’t help but chuckle at my failed attempts at y poses. Nevertheless, I am determined to make the most of this experience.

As the bubbles slowly dissipate, I get out of the tub, ready for the real fun part. I feel my excitement build. I can’t wait any longer to try my new toys, which lay waiting for me on my nightstand. I pick up the beads, their sleek surface gliding through my fingers. I know at that moment I want them inside me, and I want it now. My heart races with anticipation, my body trembling with desire. I can’t wait to feel the exquisite pleasure that awaits me.

I wash the beads with care and slick them up generously, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. These beads are a full nine inches long, and I can’t help but recall the few times I’ve experimented with anal play in the past. My first attempts involved using my cousin’s tampons, and my first toys were small beads and a slender vibrator, each only a few inches long.

But as I stare at the beads in front of me, I decide to throw caution to the wind. I’m feeling horny and adventurous, and these beads are relatively slender, so why not give it a try? I apply even more lube, spread my legs wide, and begin to insert the beads slowly.

As each bead slips inside me, I moan louder and louder, my body trembling with pleasure. The sensation of fullness is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I can’t help but watch myself in the mirror as I slide the beads deeper and deeper into my wanting ass. My face is flushed with pleasure, my eyes sparkling with delight.

When the last bead finally slips inside me, I let out a cry of sheer ecstasy. I did it! I took the entire length of the beads, and I feel incredible. I know this might not seem like a big deal for some, but for me, it’s a huge accomplishment. I’ve never taken anything this long and satisfying in my ass before.

With the beads now firmly seated in my ass, I walk around my house naked, feeling a thrill at the thought of anyone passing by catching a glimpse of me through the open blinds. It’s cold outside, so I start my truck from the warmth of my living room, pressing the command start button. I open the front door, hoping to give any neighbours who happen to be outside a little show, but no one is around to see me.

Feeling disappointed, I sit on the couch, the blinds still wide open, and lift my legs up, positioning my phone to record myself. I start to fuck myself with the beads, moaning softly with pleasure as I imagine someone watching me. But when I go to review the footage, I realize with a sinking feeling that I never actually hit the record button. Oh well.

With time running short before I have to leave for work, I decide to make the most of the situation and jerk off. The orgasm is quick and intense; I clean myself up before pulling the beads out and washing them. After getting dressed, I take one last look in the mirror, feeling satisfied and proud of what I’ve just accomplished.

While at work, I find myself in my office, consumed by the erotic stories I’ve been reading and the dirty messages I’ve been exchanging with a fellow Lush member. My cock is rock hard, and I can’t help but wish I could relieve myself right here and now. But alas, that’s not an option, so I reluctantly head out to a worksite. However, before I go, I make a detour to my Airbnb, determined to satisfy my aching cock. I’ve been teased and tantalized for far too long, and I need to get myself off. The stories and filthy conversation with the other member have left me feeling horny and on edge, and I can’t wait to release all that pentup tension.

I rush inside, my heart pounding with excitement. I know exactly what I want, what I need. I shut the front door behind me, and before I even have a chance to think, I’m already stripping. My clothes fall to the floor, making a trail to my bedroom. I stand there, naked and excited. My eyes fall on the anal beads sitting on my nightstand.

I make my way over to them, my heart racing with anticipation. I grab the beads, my fingers closing around them as I consider my options for filming. I decide on the perfect spot, the floor between the wall and my bed, providing the perfect view of my ass as I prepare to pleasure myself.

I set up my phone, ensuring it’s recording, and then lean forward, giving myself over to the sensation of the beads sliding inside me. I moan, my breath hitching as they fill me up, stretching me in the most delicious way.

I begin to fuck myself with the beads, my body moving in time with the thrusts. My free hand braces me as I lose myself in the feeling of fullness.

My eyes close, and I imagine it’s not just the beads inside me but a thick, hard cock. I continue to fuck myself, the rhythm becoming faster, more urgent. My breathing grows heavier, my moans louder.

I don’t want to stop, but I know I can’t film the entire session. I reach back and turn off the camera. But I’m not done yet.

I move to the couch, spreading my legs wide and settling back into the cushions. I continue myself with the beads. My small cock is hard, and I stroke it slowly, savouring the feeling.

I stroke and fuck myself, my moans growing louder and more desperate. I can feel the orgasm building, my muscles tensing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

And then, with a cry, I release my load, cum spilling over my fingers and onto my stomach. I lay there, panting, as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through my body.

I catch my breath. I clean myself up and remove the beads. I wash them carefully, already anticipating my next session.

I get dressed and make my way to work. My ass is a little sore, but I can’t wait for my next session; I love things in my ass.