“I am an Indian American from a really, really strict family....

“I am an Indian American from a really, really strict family. Sex and masturbation, and even dating for that matter, aren’t ever spoken of at my house. I’m expected to work hard, all the time, and not distract myself with boys.

But, secretly, I distract myself with myself. 

Every night, when my mom thinks I’m doing homework, I lock the door to my room. I slip off my jeans and shirt.  I have lush, bouncy brown breasts, with deep red nipples. My pussy is covered in dark, thick hair.

I stack three fluffy pillows, and place 2 cushions in front of them. Then I straddle the pillows with my legs. My pussy hair tingles against the pillow covers. Then comes the fun part. I love my big juicy brown breasts. I place each one on a cushion and press my body down, hard. 

My boobs spill out onto the cushion; my butt rocks back and forth on the pillows. I start to caress my nipples. My hands feel cold on my boobs, in comparison to the warm lava spreading through my pussy and my hips. My body is pulsating with pleasure and warmth. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. I can’t think of anything else. My pussy is screaming for release.

I rock my clit against the pillow harder. I am so close to cumming; I can feel the stillness of the moment between my pussy’s screech for release and the granting of that request. The lava spreads and spreads and spreads through my body…then disappears. Sigh. 

Time to get back to calculus homework.”