Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

BREAKING THE RULES

CHAPTER TWELVE: BREAKING THE RULES

JANE'S POV

I had always been the uptight one.

I'm jane Thompson, twenty-four years old, straight-A student turned corporate analyst, the girl who believed self-control was a virtue and m**********n was... unnecessary. It was messy and Indulgent. Something other girls did because they couldn’t handle real life. I had convinced myself I didn’t need it. That my body didn’t ache the way other women described. That the occasional throbbing between my legs at night was just stress.

Until my best friend Sophie destroyed that illusion on my birthday.

She handed me a sleek black gift box with a wicked grin during our private dinner. “Open it when you’re alone,” she whispered. “And don’t you dare chicken out.”

I waited until I got home, locked my apartment door, and sat on my bed with the box in my lap. My hands trembled as I lifted the lid.

Inside were three toys.

A smooth pink bullet vibrator. A thick, realistic dildo with veins and a suction base. And a powerful wand vibrator that looked almost intimidating.

My cheeks burned. “Sophie, you b***h,” I whispered, but my thighs pressed together instinctively.

I told myself I would just look. Maybe touch them. Nothing more.

I stripped slowly. Starting to feelridiculous. My body was average. I had full C-cup breasts, soft stomach, wide hips, and a neatly trimmed p***y I had always kept hidden even from myself. I lay back on my bed, completely naked, my heart racing.

The bullet vibrator felt cool in my hand. I turned it on the lowest setting. The gentle buzz made me jump.

“This is stupid. I don’t need this.” I whispered to myself as I was about to put the toy down.

But the ache between my legs had grown stronger.

I spread my thighs and pressed the buzzing toy lightly against my c**t.

“Oh…” The sound slipped out before I could stop it. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. My hips jerked. I pressed it harder.

My p***y was already getting wet. I could feel it. It felt slick, warm, and almost embarrassing.

I should not be doing this, but I am.

I circled the vibrator slowly, biting my lip. The pleasure built fast, too fast. My breathing grew ragged. My free hand grabbed my breast, squeezing my n****e hard.

“f**k…” I whispered. The word felt dirty coming from my mouth.

I turned the setting higher.

My back arched off the bed. My legs started shaking. The pressure built like a tidal wave.

“I shouldn’t… I don’t do this…” I gasped, even as my hips rolled against the toy.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train.

I cried out loudly, my thighs clamping around my hand as my p***y spasmed violently. Pleasure exploded through my body in waves so intense my vision blurred. I kept the vibrator pressed against my c**t, riding it through every pulse until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and soaked.

I lay there panting and shocked.

One orgasm. That was all it took to shatter years of denial.

But I wasn’t done.

My eyes drifted to the thick dildo. It was big. almost intimidating. Realistic veins, a fat head, and a strong suction base. I had never done this before, but it was too late to stop.

I was dripping. My p***y felt empty, aching in a way it never had before.

I slicked the dildo with my own juices and positioned it at my entrance. Slowly, I pushed the head inside.

“Oh my god…” I moaned, stretching around the thick intrusion.

It felt obscene, filthy and Perfect.

I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until most of it was buried inside me. My walls clenched greedily around the toy. I turned on the bullet vibrator again and pressed it to my c**t.

Then I started f*****g myself.

Slow at first. Then faster. The wet, squelching sounds of the dildo plunging in and out of my soaked cunt filled my bedroom. I moaned shamelessly, my legs spread wide and hips bucking up to meet every thrust.

“f**k… f**k… why does this feel so good?” I whimpered.

I imagined someone watching me. Imagined a man’s thick c**k replacing the toy. The thought made me moan louder.

I switched to the powerful wand vibrator.

The moment it touched my c**t on high, my eyes rolled back.

I f****d myself harder with the dildo, slamming it deep while the wand buzzed mercilessly against my swollen c**t. My second orgasm built fast and brutal.

“I’m gonna c*m— oh f**k, I’m cumming again—!”

My body convulsed. I screamed, my p***y gushing around the thick dildo as a powerful squirt soaked my sheets. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave crashing through me until I was sobbing with pleasure, legs shaking uncontrollably.

I pulled the dildo out slowly, watching my juices drip from my stretched hole. My body was trembling, covered in sweat,and n*****s hard as diamonds.

But the ache was still there.

I wanted more.

I stuck the suction base of the dildo to the floor, positioned myself over it on my hands and knees, and sank down onto it.

“Ohhh f**k yes…” I moaned as it filled me completely.

I rode it like a w***e. Hard, fast and desperate. My breasts bounced heavily with every drop of my hips. The wet slapping sounds were obscene. I reached back and rubbed my c**t furiously while I f****d the toy.

A third orgasm hit me so hard I collapsed forward, ass still in the air, dildo still buried deep inside me as I shook and squirted again.

I lay there for a long time afterward. Naked, exhausted, covered in my own c*m, and the toys scattered around me.

For the first time in my life, I understood.

I wasn’t uptight.

I was just repressed.

And now that I had tasted this kind of pleasure… I didn’t think I could ever go back.

I picked up my phone with shaky fingers and texted Sophie.

Jane: You win. Send me more.