In Groundhog Day, Bill Murray lets the ground hog drive his van, but urges him, “Don’t drive angry!” Well, what about cumming angry?
It was a really torrid day at school. The weather was hot, incredibly humid, and threatened a motherfucker of a thunderstorm all day. Everyone was crabby and short-tempered with one another. The nuns were even more cuntish than normal, and even close friends were falling out over trivial things.
Me? I’d had three scraps with good friends which made me feel hideous because I knew I was in the wrong, and worse still, I was having myself the worst ‘wet day’ on record so far, and my clit throbbed incessantly all day.
Oh I’d decided to have a cum when I got home, and on the long walk back, I asked Miss Brain what fantasy she might settle on. Usually she’d drop a scenario on me that I could think about all the way home and act on once I got there.
This time….nothing. No, worse than nothing, actually, because it felt like Miss Brain had fallen out with me too and simply wasn’t speaking to me. Without some kind of mental image, I simply can’t cum.
But even that made me crazy mad. Back home, I shucked my uniform and underwear, intent on having an orgasm despite my own fucking brain not co-operating. So I lay on my bathroom floor, ready to squirt or pee as the mood took me, and began a frenzied rubbing of my clit - which did the square root of fuck all.
So, fingers inside then? Nope….nothing! A quick return to my bedroom retrieved my lovely hymen-removing purple candle, which I lubed up and shoved in my bum, then returned to two fingers up myself and a feeding frenzy of clit-rubbing.
And then I felt it…a definite orgasm building. My lip actually curled in a sneer as I thought “There! I decide when I fucking cum…not YOu, Miss Brain!” And sure enough, I did cum.
The weakest, feeblest half-assed excuse for an orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Almost no contractions, just a mild tingle accompanying it which faded almost as soon as it arrived. If a sex teacher had marked this as an assignment, it would have had “1/10…see me!” written at the bottom of it.
I learned something that day though. ‘Don’t cum angry’.
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