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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