I masturbated twice yesterday: once in the morning while I was writing; once at night in the living room.  Most mornings I’m dressed in a light pair of sweat pants or yoga pants.  Lately, I’ve been going without panties until after lunchtime.  I find this makes it easier when I get the urge to diddle myself while working on my stories.  I write in our dining room so I can keep an eye (or at least an ear) on my daughter in the next room and still have some privacy.  Yesterday, as I got myself worked up at the keyboard, I paused every couple of paragraphs to give myself a little rub between the legs.  When I couldn’t take it any longer I masturbated my pussy through my pants to a shivery silent orgasm.  Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, I brought the laptop into the living room and did a little porn surfing.  I took the risk of getting naked, but I had a throw blanket nearby in case of an emergency.  If my husband came down and caught me it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I would have been extremely embarrassed nonetheless.  Luckily, I was able to give myself a couple of nice cums all on my own.

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