I’m addicted to my bathtub. There is literally no where else in the world where I feel 100% myself and 1000% relaxed. Masturbation happens in the tub a lot, but this past weekend a friend and I decided to try masturbating together on opposite sides of the country.
He and I met on Xtube many years ago and we’re birthday twins. Time has made him one of my closest friends and lately we’ve been dabbling in more hardcore flirting. If you follow my twitter feed you’ll know that I’ve been having a rough time with life lately. This guy has totally stepped up to try and make me feel better by bathing with me.
My phone chirped on Tuesday night and he had sent me a playlist for our bath. We planned it out so that we were both free to submerge ourselves in water at the same time. I turned on the playlist, he turned on the playlist. My bathroom filled with candle light, but rather than grabbing for my book, I picked up my phone. Our fingers started wondering what it would be like if we were to actually be in front of each other at that very moment.
I’m fascinated by hands and how well they would fit inside my pussy. My request for a picture of his dick with his hand wrapped around it got exactly the response I was looking for. He was covered in bubbles and the steam from the hot water made the picture slightly foggy and romantic.
“I don’t think I can take your whole fist,” I admitted to him.
“How can you tell?” he text me back
Taking a fist is all about the distance between the joints that connect your pinky and thumb to your hand. My wife’s are small, so I can take her whole fucking hand inside me without an issue. Man hands are a different story though. My friend has big hands…and an extremely nice dick.
I was in my tub, filled up with warm water and bubbles. He was in his tub on the other side of the country, but I could feel his hands on my body. My hands were itching to grab onto his chest hair and make him squirm while we kissed in the water. I wanted to run my soapy fingers over his skin and tease the head of his cock with my fingertip until it was sticky with his cum.
He was texting me faster than I could respond because my hands were busy under the water. I came and left him on read, which was probably a fucked up thing for me to do…but I needed to enjoy the sensation of the fantasy and my fingers coming together in a super charged orgasm.
He’s coming to visit me in May, as long as the pandemic is under control. I’m wondering if we’ll have the balls to actually make sparks or if we end up cuddling on the couch watching episodes of The Simpsons together. We’ll see.
Image: Harlot’s private stash