I really tried xxxxxx dont judge me please
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all morning. The thought was stuck in me like an itch, a challenge I had set myself: to push further, to try something new, even if it hurt. By the time the afternoon sun lit up the kitchen, I had already slipped the cucumber and the bottle of baby oil into my bag, heart racing as though I’d stolen something.
The bathroom steamed up quickly, water hissing as I turned the shower to hot. I peeled my clothes off slowly, shivering even though the room was warm. Standing naked in the mist, I felt reckless, daring — like I was about to cross a line I couldn’t uncross.
I oiled my fingers first, stroking between my legs, rubbing my clit until I gasped softly. Just that touch alone made me weak in the knees. But I didn’t stop. My hand slid lower, circling the tight ring of my bum. I pressed my fingertip against it, slippery and tentative, holding my breath. When I pushed, it clenched down hard, fighting me, burning a little. The strange resistance made me moan louder than I expected.
I reached for the cucumber. It looked impossibly thick now, almost mocking me. I squatted low, thighs apart, and pressed it back against me. The cold tip shocked me, and then the oil took over, letting it slide across my skin. I rocked forward onto it, both hands gripping it steady.
The sting came fast. Sharp, tight, searing. My whole body clenched, trying to push it out. I gasped and grabbed my clit with my other hand, rubbing desperately. The pleasure there surged like fire, drowning out some of the discomfort, pulling me forward. I moaned, rocking against both sensations, caught between pain and ecstasy.
Bit by bit, just the tiniest part slipped in — no more than the tip of my finger would. My body screamed at me to stop, my bum burning, my thighs shaking with the effort. But the way my clit pulsed under my fingers, the way my hips moved on their own, made me keep going.
The sound of water crashing around me, the steam in the air, the taste of my lip between my teeth — everything blurred into heat and need. I couldn’t take more. I knew I couldn’t. But I didn’t want to stop either.
I pulled the cucumber away, trembling. Without thinking, I raised it to my lips. My tongue darted out, tasting the mix of oil and my own daring. It shocked me, embarrassed me, and yet it made my clit throb harder under my hand. My hips bucked, desperate.
I pressed it against myself again, but this time at the place I knew could welcome it. I rubbed fast, needy, my fingers circling my clit, the cucumber sliding slippery over me. The burn from before only sharpened the edge of my release. My whole body snapped tight, and I cried out, my voice swallowed by the steam and the roar of the shower.
I collapsed against the wall, panting, the cucumber slick in my hand. My bum still ached with the failed attempt, a sting that wouldn’t fade, but it only made me feel hotter, more alive.
Maybe playing with my bum isn’t for me — not yet. It hurt so much. But rubbing my clit while trying… it lit me up like nothing else. I really tried. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll try again.
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