In the around four weeks that had passed since Lara discovered internet pornography, she had only become more intrigued by it. She now spent at least three good hours every day in front of her computer watching porn, reading erotic fiction and watching web-cam performers. Masturbating up to eight times each day. She didn't exactly approve of her own behaviour, but found it extremely hard to resist the urges she felt.
What was even more disturbing to herself was the fantasies she experienced throughout the day. In perfectly normal situations, her mind would drift off, and she imagined vivid sexual situations. She could sit in a meeting, for instance, and suddenly drift into a fantasy regarding all the others in the meeting pounding her like a piece of meat. She was horny almost constantly, and would rush to be alone so she could masturbate.
For the last couple of weeks, Lara had moved temporarily from her mansion to an appartment she owned in the city. She needed to be alone now, and tried to refrain from the fantasies she would have involving her butler or gardener. She had said she had business reasons, which was half true. She was actually planning an expedition in cooperation with a university in London. The point for her was that now she was alone every night. Every night, she would engage in an about three hour session where she masturbated herself slowly to an astonishing orgasm while watching porn on her computer.
Lara had two problems with her new hobby. The first: she wasn't very experienced sexually. Not that she had never been having sex, but her line of work, and her being busy almost all the time, didn't leave much time for romance. The other problem, wich was probably connected to the first, was that she was very shy and easily embarrassed about things regarding sex. Despite being able to kill a person when needed to, she couldn't hear the word «cunt» without being slightly embarrassed. These uncontrolled sexual urges she now experienced was completely new to her, and made her extremely unsecure.
Likewise, she now really wanted to buy herself a couple of toys. She had searched around the internet and checked catalogue upon catalogue, only driving herself more and more crazy with the thought of running one (or more) of them inside herself, as she fingered herself to extacy. The fact was she didn't dare go in to a sex shop and buy one. She didn't even want to order and get them sent by mail. She really didn't want to anyone to find out what she was doing.
In the meantime, she had found fruit and vegetables to be good replacements for sex-toys. |