Daisy Akerman

Lost in My Own Pleasure

The room was in semi-darkness, the soft golden light of morning filtering through the curtains. My body lay across the bed, my skin warm to the light touch of my pajamas. I shifted slightly, feeling the delicious friction, my thighs pressed together as a slow, aching heat built inside me.My fingers trailed down my stomach, teasing, tracing light patterns on my soft skin. A shiver ran down as I slipped a hand lower; the first touch caught my breath. Slowly, I began to move, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. The other hand explored, teasing my nipples until small whimpers escaped from my lips.I closed my eyes and imagined hands that weren't mine: strong, possessive, taking control over my pleasure. Instinctively, my hips arched, my body pleading for more as my moans perforated the silent room. The tension coiled inside, tightening, building, until I was right at the edge, desperate for release.And in one final stroke, my body arched, and waves of an almost unbearably intense pleasure crashed over me. I lay there, my legs trembling, heart racing, skin tingling from the aftershocks of ecstasy.I bit my lip, still needy, still aching for more. If only you were here to finish what I started...

My Little Secret at the Café

I was sitting in my favorite cafe, the Lush Lovense discreetly buzzing inside me, teasing me with each pulse. The excitement of secretly pleasuring myself in a public place was overwhelming. As I sipped my coffee, the vibrations intensified, and I had to bite my lip to keep from letting out a soft moan. The thrill of trying to stay composed was electrifying.With each sip, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting the pleasure build, savoring every second. When it became too much, I stood up, feeling the last intense buzz as I walked out, breathless and satisfied.