Wandering Hands [masturbation] [self touch] [daydream] [hot bath] [shower head] [fingering]

Transcript

Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up, it's time for a story. The past few months with Jill giving instruction, Maddie had finally honed her craft.

They had entered into this beautiful sapphic lesbian love story, falling deeply in love with each other. But Maddie needed space. She was the kind of creature that craved solitude when things got to be too much.

And lately it had simply been too much. She needed to be soft. She didn't want to be in control all the time, taking the lead of Circle, burning the fires, embracing new, younger ones under her wing.

She needed time. So she told Jill that she needed some solitude. Off to the cabin she went, in search of quiet and space.

She went alone, knowing that's exactly what she needed, and thankfully Jill understood. It wasn't a competition. It wasn't a pushing away or a running away.

It was simply that Maddie needed time. She spent an entire week on her own, cranking up her favorite 90s alternative music, dancing around the cabin in her underwear and not much else. And in the evenings, every single night under the light of the moon, Maddie would draw herself a hot bath, pour in some oil, sprinkle in the salt mixture that Jill had given to her before she left.

It was a beautiful mix of dried wildflowers, a mixture of salt. All of these things meant to caress and kiss her body, while detoxifying it and making her pure again. Maddie hadn't gone completely to the dark side, but the pull was there.

She could feel herself slipping away, and that's why the cabin and the solitude was so important. One night she slipped into the hot bath, her hair tied up in a messy bun, but the ringlets on the nape of her neck sinking down into the water. She closed her eyes and let her mind start to wander back to the first night at the fire.

In her mind, all she could see were the group of women surrounding her body, licking her skin. Maddie's hands started to wander, first caressing her collarbone, tracing over the tattoo on her shoulder, then sliding down her chest, hugging and pinching at her nipples ever so slightly, or sliding her hand down her stomach. She wasn't sure where the evening was going to go, but she wanted to find out.

It was just her and her hands, wandering every inch of her skin. Her mind was on fire, thinking of how Jill sat on her face and made her squirt all over her tongue. She could feel her pussy getting wet, so she slid two fingers in and pushed the heel of her hand down on her clit.

She parted her lips and became breathless, but she wanted more. Fingers just wouldn't do. But she didn't want to leave the bath.

She grabbed the hand-shower attachment, something a little trick that girls know all too well. Blasting it on the most perfect temperature, not too hot, but also not too cold, and plunging it down into the water. She would deal with the consequences later.

Likely, there would be multiple messes that needed to be cleaned up. Maddie placed the hand-shower between her legs, directing the powerful jet of streamed water right at her clit. Arching her back, her breasts coming up out of the water, her nipples kissing that cold air perfectly.

They were hard and they were ready. She started coming over and over, waves of orgasm erupting as that water shot straight at her clit. Her entire body was a mixture of fire and ice, memories old and new, all of them leading back to that first night.

Didn't want to stop. She wanted more. She wanted her cum everywhere.

And that's exactly what she got. When you are in control of your circumstances, you get what you want. Maddie drained the bath, wrapped up in a towel, and laid back on the bed, her hands starting to wander once more.

She knew that if she really wanted to cum, she would need to get on top. Another trick just for the girls. Got on all fours and pressed her left shoulder down into the bed, her right hand sliding between her thighs and three fingers this time going deep inside of her.

She started rocking her hips back and forth while she fingered her wet pussy. She started biting at the covers, cumming hard all over her hand, feeling it dripping down her wrist and forearm. But she wanted more.

She wasn't going to be done for a while. And knowing that her hand eventually would get tired, she climbed on top of stacked pillows, soft ones and hard ones, grinding up and down, swirling her hips around in circles. Another trick just for the girl.

Cumming and flooding all of those pillows, soaking through two of them. She was quivering and gripping the headboard. But she wanted more.

Eventually Maddie would collapse into an exhausted heap, naked and covered in cum, sleeping in a puddle, but getting exactly what she needed to rejuvenate and recharge herself. This was the solitude that she was craving. The integration of all of the fire, the water, the water.

Feeling connected and grounded out at the cabin. Wanting to return back to home base with Jill. Wanting to soak her up and lick every inch of her skin.

But for tonight, Maddie was just Maddie. A little trick for the girl. Falling asleep in a puddle.

A mess that she would have to clean up and deal with tomorrow. Until next time, thanks for listening. you.