Thank you for all your comments and messages telling what you’ve enjoyed so far about my blog.. I have plenty more of my erotic exploits to tell you about, so keep reading. But for the next few weeks I’m going to have to rely on my memories as H has gone away in seek of a bit of winter sun. The poor chap was so exhausted by all our sexual adventures that he needed a holiday and has taken himself off to India for a month to gather his strength.

So, Racy is left all alone.

And when the cat’s away, the mice will play……

Yesterday, after finally receiving a text from H telling me he’d arrived safely, I started to think about how I was going to pass the next month without him. Or, more specifically, how I was going to manage without his touch, his caress, his fingers, his tongue, his cock…. Well, I’ve had plenty of offers but nothing to get me really interested so I guess I’ll have to amuse myself.

Upstairs later that evening, I decided to use the time to sort through a few drawers, starting with my lingerie. As I matched panties to bras and untangled stockings I thought I’d try on a few things just to check they still looked good. I peeled off my clothes and stood naked in front of my full length mirror, admiring my curves. Selecting a pair of purple silky panties with black lacy trim I slipped them on and slowly pulled them up over my thighs. I stood in front of the mirror again, turning from side to side, pleased with what I saw. I ran my hands over my hips, feeling the silky fabric move beneath my fingers. Watching myself in the mirror, I slid my hand further down between my legs and felt a shudder of pleasure travel through my body. Well now, there was something I could do to pass the time.

Sweeping aside the pile of lingerie, I sat on the bed and lay back against the pillows. My nipples were already hard and as I ran my hands over my breasts they grew harder still. I took a nipple between each of my thumbs and forefingers and pinched lightly, feeling the familiar pulse between my legs start to beat more incessantly. I moved my hands down over my stomach and hips and, opening my thighs, slid them between my legs. I could feel my smooth, shaved pussy under its silky covering and the crotch of my panties began to grow damp with my juices. I moved my hand over my silk covered pussy, feeling the outline of my lips through the fabric and slipping my panties to one side, I slowly slid a finger into my wet, slippery pussy.

I moved my finger slowly deep inside myself and then pulled it out and ran it over my hard clitoris. Lifting my hips, I slipped my panties off and spreading my thighs wide I began to rub my clitoris as the fingers of my other hand snaked across my thigh and made their way towards my pussy. I pushed two fingers straight inside whilst continuing to stroke the nub of my hard clitoris with the index finger of my other hand. With each thrust I plunged my fingers deeper and deeper inside my pussy, fucking myself faster and faster. My finger moved over my clitoris, stroking it quickly and lightly as I felt my orgasm begin to start. My muscles tightened around my fingers and I came quickly, covering my hand with my juices.

I lay back on the bed, recovering and thinking to myself what a wonderful way to pass the time that was. As I stood up and began to gather up the discarded lingerie I noticed the corner of a box sticking out from under the bed. I smiled to myself and bending down, picked up the box and placed it on the bed. I sat down and took off the lid to reveal my collection of vibrators and toys. Perhaps the next month was going to pass by more quickly than I had anticipated after all….