Holly Caught Me Wanking

Holly Caught Me Wanking: An Explicit Story of Lust and Forbidden Pleasure

I was curled up in bed, my sheets tangled around my legs, when I heard the door to my bedroom creak open. I tensed, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized someone had entered without my permission. It was my housemate, Holly. She had come home early, and I knew she’d seen me. I was lying there with my hand on my crotch, pleasuring myself while fantasizing about her.

She stood in the doorway, a look of surprise on her face as she took in the scene before her. I could feel my face growing hot with embarrassment, my cheeks flushing pink as I realized I’d been caught in the act of wanking.

But then, something changed. Holly’s eyes roamed my body, and a slow smile spread across her lips. She stepped further into the room, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice low and husky.

I swallowed, my pulse racing as I realized the situation I was in. She was standing mere feet away from me, watching me with a look of intense desire.

I moved my hand faster, my breathing becoming ragged as her eyes roamed my body. I was completely naked, exposed to her gaze, and with each stroke of my hand I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Holly stepped closer, her hand slipping below her skirts as she began to pleasure herself. We were both standing there, our hands busy with our own pleasure, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze. I could feel my body trembling, my muscles coiling tight with anticipation as my orgasm approached.

And then, as I reached my climax, Holly’s mouth opened in a silent scream as her own orgasm detonated within her. It was the most intense moment of pleasure I had ever experienced, and I could feel my body shaking with the aftershocks of it.

We stood there in silence, our chests heaving from the intensity of what had happened. And then, with a deep breath, Holly stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.

She began kissing my neck, her hands working their way around my body as her tongue explored my mouth. I felt my skin tingling as she explored every inch of me, her hands and lips working together to send waves of pleasure washing over me.

Forbidden pleasure is always the sweetest, and that night I discovered this firsthand. We explored each other in every way possible, our bodies taking us on a journey of discovery that I will never forget. From the gentle caresses of kisses to the wild, passionate embrace of our bodies pressed together, I experienced pleasure like I had never felt before.

Holly’s hands explored every inch of me, her mouth exploring my most intimate places. We moved in a frenzied exploration, our bodies memorizing every inch of one another. I felt like I was on a roller coaster of pleasure and intensity, and I never wanted the ride to end.

Finally, after hours of pleasure, we lay tangled together in the sheets, exhausted and happy.

“I can’t believe you caught me wanking,” I said, my voice hoarse from pleasure.

Holly chuckled, her laughter blending with the sound of the night.

“I’m glad I did,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

And with that, we drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that we’d shared an intimate, forbidden pleasure.