I Let My Little Brother’s Friend Record Me Masturbating..And It Drove Me Wild

*Guest submission from Leighton

I love my body. I’m one of those girls who’s into lotions and creams to keep my skin feeling soft and creamy and smelling delectably sweet. I have a tradition that started in high school of settling down after a shower every afternoon and loving myself for a good fifteen minutes or so.

I’m cute and I’m shaved and I don’t need toys to feel good. My freckled hands love my smooth, tight thighs. They lead to a pleasure I’ve been crafting for years. On this day, as I took off my robe to settle onto the couch, I noticed something behind the bookshelf in the corner. I kept my eyes focused on the TV, that was playing one of my favorite clips, turned it up a bit and ignored what I knew was happening.

My little brother’s friend Kevin had discovered my little afternoon delights and decided to stake it out with his camera. I was a sophomore in college at the time and Kevin, who I had known since he was 12, had grown into a sexy 18-year-old high school senior. I pretended not to see him and carried on with my mission.

The mission is simple: I am a sexy little fuck, and I know it. I feel sexy when I touch myself. I feel a little bit dirty when I rub my fingers straight down until they’re buried and steaming hot. I run circles on my favorite spot like there’s no tomorrow with just the tips, and I’m not afraid to let anyone within a hundred feet hear my bliss.

This particular day went well. My fifteen minutes were jam-packed with fantasy, raw sensuality and straight up fucking myself to a hot little squirting orgasm. I didn’t get a copy of the video until years later when Kevin and I ended up in the same place at the same time, completely by accident. I actually watched the bulge in his pants rise when he realized that what he told me was his favorite memory and number one deposit in the spank bank was even better…because I knew he was there.

Our relationship changed a bit when I told him that his favorite part of the video, that moment he zooms in and catches me climaxing, was only possible because I was thinking of running my nimble little digits all over his sweet skin…among other things. But…that’s a story for another day.

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