Nice Cool Slippery Cucumber
Posted Sat May 26, 2007 07:51 PM
Now, it’s easy to get the cucumber and, if you have any artistic ability, shape it into a pretty awesome looking penis. My husband was away on business and I was feeling very frisky. Now for confession time; I can do without sex for several days when he is at home, but when he goes away for any length of time, I want him inside me. I know that doesn’t make sense but that has been the pattern of my sex drive for as long as I can remember. When he comes back home I am like a sex crazed animal and it doesn’t take me long to ensure I get everything I need from him. Sometimes he is jet-lagged and can hardly keep his eyes open but I find my needs are far more important at the time. I find he doesn’t complain too much.
So there I was, on my own, trying to take a decent photo of the cucumber entering me. I just couldn’t get it in focus and the flash just made the cucumber white. It looked just like a paper cut-out. Not quite what was expected by the member who mentioned it I would have thought. I decided that I would have to wait until Jack got back from his trip to take a decent photo. I wrapped the cucumber in cling-film and put it in the fridge. That night I kept thinking about having sex and when I get a thought like that going around in my mind it doesn’t let go easily. Then I pushed my hand down between my legs and rubbed my very hot wet pussy. My clit was huge and very sensitive and my nipples were standing out like football boot studs. I was about to go and get my rabbit when I suddenly thought of the cucumber. I imagined that it would possibly start to go brown if left too long in the fridge. So I went and retrieved it. I ceremoniously unwrapped it. It was still very wet and by now was nicely chilled. Girls, this is a definite must. I couldn’t believe how gorgeous this felt as I slipped it inside me. My pussy was about as hot as it could be and the contrast of this super cool slippery cucumber was absolute bliss, and big, my god it was deliciously large and endlessly long. The coldness of it meant that I felt it really deep inside me. It did not crumble or fall apart as I imagined it might. It stayed good and firm right to the very end. My last moments with it was to let it slide across my throbbing bean until I came. I slept well that night. I talked to my husband and told him that he had competition. He said he would have liked to have witnessed my session. I suggested that he could do when he comes back. He suggested taking some photos and I said “I dunno…I’ll think about it.” He comes back on the 31st May so watch this space.
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