I only picked it up because everyone else had seemed to have read it. I was late to the Fifty shades of grey phenomenon, an erotic book that changed the way people read and absorbed smut. I didn’t want to buy into the hype when the book first made the rounds worldwide but here I am years later and finally ready to see what all of the fuss was about and learn why everyone either lusted or loathed the infamous Mr. Grey.
I flicked open the book one afternoon, the sun was high in the sky and by the time I checked the clock the sun was setting, I was utterly absorbed and I am not ashamed to admit, extremely turned on. My panties were soaked through and I was completely and utterly under the fifty shades of grey spell. I left my book at home whilst I went to work the next day and when I got back I hurried into bed where I snuggled down with my book and continued where I left off, except this time, I didn’t even realize my fingers were stroking the outside of my pussy as I read each filthy page.
As I dived further and further into the book my fingers reached further and further into my pussy, at first parting my lips to stroke my aroused and swollen clit before pushing their way inside of my wet opening and burrowing deep down and awakening a luscious sensation in my body.
With each word I played more, my pussy moistened fast beneath my fingertips, and my mind was completely lost in the enticing story in front of my very eyes. I breathed heavier, each paragraph tormenting me and saturating my fingers with my very own wetness. I felt alive with desire, EL Jame’s lustful words haunting my mind, making me visualize myself in her erotic book, imagining Christian Grey with his hands all over my naked body and his cock sliding inside of me, making me beg for him and submit to his impure and vulgar requests. I trembled from my own touch as her story played out like a movie, erotically in my mind, every last detail exaggerated by my self-pleasure. I ached with desire, my orgasm trying to leak out of me, my fingers teasing myself, stopping when I needed to cum, and continuing again with each chapter. I was in my own little universe, one filled with salacious scenarios and mouth-wateringly sexy characters, moments I wanted to dive into and be a part of. I couldn’t hold on for much longer and finally, I allowed myself to cum, feeling my orgasm trickle out of me and onto my clean sheets, my pussy soaked with arousal and cum, my knees trembling from the pleasure I had felt from reading this book.
It was heavenly, my fingers were absolutely drenched and as I came I felt explosions of delight washing over me. Yet, even though I had cum, I didn’t stop for long, I continued reading, and after a little while, I continued letting my fingers play with myself, feeling undeniably aroused as I carried on slowly with the infamous book, watching to cherish every luscious moment. It wasn’t long before I came again as I read, this time harder, my body enveloped in waves of raw bliss and as I came down from my mind-blowing orgasm I thought to myself, how many other people have leaked with cum and wetness reading these books? Surely it couldn’t just be me?
I was a fan from that moment on and these books were my private source of pleasure whenever I needed a different kind of release.
