The Day I Was Caught Using My Dildo

My belly fills with waves of insistent pleasure
As its buzzing, plastic head probes
At the soft, tautly stretched cotton of my panties
I lean back into the pillows and open my legs
Wide, wider, wider, an offering to the goddess of pleasure
Panties pulled to the side my practiced hand
Guides it into the moist cleft of my burning dampness
And I moan as it parts my lips and slides deep into me
Writhing on the bed, muscles clenched around its rigid plastic length
I lie helplessly impaled
And the dark oblivion of the goddess rears up ready to engulf me

And then the door opens
He freezes, mouth open, the words frozen in his throat
As lie before him, caught in the throes of my
Self inflicted climax

That evening the conversation murmurs and pulses around the dinner table
And I can sense his glances
As he comes to terms with what he saw.