HappyComeLucky

Life is what you make of it. Or rather, you can make more of life if you’re motivated. I don’t have the most exciting life. Most of it revolves around doing the right thing. I take pleasure in doing that but it does take its toll at times. There are only slivers left for me and my physical and mental health doesn’t always play game when those slivers are available. In shocking news, I don’t have the amazingly frequent sex life that I need – thanks LDR.

So, I make more when I can. I try to add the fun into the mundane. I like to be a little wicked and I definitely enjoy subverting things.

Today, I needed to get out of the house. I wasn’t going to be OK if I didn’t. I decided to pop into London and visit one of the art galleries that I had just been given membership for. I knew it would be a good day but I decided to add a little extra stimulation.

Before I left, I popped in some kegel balls. Those ones that have the weights inside that shift when you move. I know I have a little more wiggle in my walk when I wear them and they definitely make stairs more rewarding than lifts. Off I went. Deep breath and a little grin playing at the corner of my mouth. I could have used public transport all the way but when I got out of the tube, walking was far more enjoyable.

By the time I got to the gallery, I was very aware of my arousal. The constant stimulation made me want more. I went to and people watched while relaxing. Except I wasn’t relaxed. I was turned on. I wanted more. There were people round but it wasn’t crowded. I found a quiet spot. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to indulge myself.

Staring out of the window, almost invisible to the others around, I shifted my position so that I could grind against the edge of the stool. I was half hidden from anyone else, so I reached inside my coat and pinched my nipple. Gently first and then building harder and harder. I let the feelings build. I was careful to keep my breathing even. I let the desperate need build until my thighs started to tremble. I stopped. I held it there, right on the edge. My breath stopped while I hung on the precipice. Then slowly, I released the pressure and started to breathe again.

I didn’t come. I edged. I love the energy of edging, the vitality, the captured power unreleased. I’m sure my eyes were sparkling more when I continued my way through the gallery and I definitely think I was wicked enough to earn my piece of cake.

I wonder how many other people were adding secret pleasures to their day.