An anonymous reader writes:
Last night I was out with my friends,
celebrating the end of my summer session in university. I only have a
short amount of time before my fall session begins, so we spent a large
part of the night in a bar, drinking to my newly earned freedom.
got home, I was deliciously buzzed. As I stripped off the outfit I was
wearing, I realized I wasn’t quite ready for bed yet. What to do in the
mean time, then? A naughty thought crept into my mind… With the help
of a few mixed drinks my inhibitions were ever so slightly
lowered….Maybe now would be a good time to work on my patience. Maybe
now would be the perfect time to test the amount of discipline I had.
crawled into bed and opened my laptop, navigating to the tab I’ve kept
open – the one detailing all sorts of naughty games to play. And with a
small grin on my face, I selected Squirm.
The concept seemed simple
enough. I was sure I could be a good girl and keep my hands to myself.. or
rather… away from myself. That just left the selection of the erotic
story I was going to be reading. I had just returned from spending the
night out drinking, so it seemed appropriate to choose a story where a
certain mixed drink resulted in quite a bit of scandalous fun. I clicked
the link for “Sandalwood and Ginger”.
to be good. I stretched out my arms and legs to the four corners of my
bed. I was so sure I would be able to make it through the entire
story…. I gasped and clenched when the topic of figging was first
introduced… but I was good. I remained steadfastly in position…
And then I read
on, through the teasing and banter… to when Adrian invited Leila to
straddle the seats they were sitting in… I wanted to touch myself, my
cheeks flushing at the idea that I wasn’t supposed to. I squirmed and
And then…. Adrian bent down and whispered “good girl” in her
ear… and my hand was between my legs before I knew what I was doing. I
gasped and moaned, giving in to the sensations I had desperately
craved. I didn’t stop… and I’m not sure I even wanted to. I eagerly
chased my pleasure, imagining someone whispering in my ear that I was a
good girl, while my bottom was bared and figged.
It had taken me 13 minutes to read to that part….
Such is the challenge of Squirm.
You might think it’s easy to remain control, your mind skipping through the first few pages – but then, your imagination tries to wrestle back control. Your desire begins to flicker, every scene that follows a reminder that you could be touching, but your pleasure is being denied. And that only makes you want it more.
Readers, I do hope you’ll take up the challenge and play the Squirm game yourselves. As for the naughty young lady who wrote this submission, I have her details, and rest assured, she will be punished…