Autoerotic Adventure

I can't wait until my parents are out of the house.

'Don't stick a fork in the power outlets, Emily,' Dad admonishes. 'Teenagers these days.' I give an exaggerated sigh and pretend not to hear. I'm nineteen, for crying out loud. But I'm excited, and not in the normal way. I feel my heart racing as I look out the window, as I watch Mum reverse the car out onto the road. Then they're speeding off, leaving me in the house, alone. Alone.

Almost instinctively, I find myself beelining towards my bedroom. From under the bed, I retrieve my two favourite items -- a tight-fitting black blindfold and a floral-print peg. I put a hand between my legs, feeling the heat of arousal. It always surprised me how such simple objects could get me so flustered. I look in the mirror, brushing back my brown locks from my slightly freckled face.

I draw the curtain shut, because what I'm about to do is not something I'm keen to share. I lie down on my bed, stretching out, and raise my legs in the air. Off goes my shorts, which perfectly frames my buttocks, and then I peel off my underwear. I've been wearing it for a week and the scent is overwhelming, but at the same time it invigorates me. I feel a desperate need to fondle my vagina, to stick a finger into its pink folds.

But I resist the urge. All will come in time, I tell myself. I grab the blindfold, wrapping it around my eyes. The world disappears around me, replaced by complete darkness. I sigh. It's a world I know well. I rummage around, feeling for the peg, and I clip it to my little button nose, so I can only breathe through my mouth.

I lie back on my pillow, finally giving in to my desire. I rub a tentative finger along my clitoris, and I let go a little moan. But today, I'm not interested in foreplay. Using two fingers, I penetrate my slit, feeling around inside. My fingers feel wet, lubricated by the juices I now feel dripping down my thighs.

I clamp a hand on my mouth, cutting off my air. I take a few shallow, ragged breaths, hoping to speed things up, longing for the brief seconds of pain and pleasure. And my wish is granted; I open my mouth wide, inhaling deeply, but my slim hand is like a vice. I pinch my leg hard, punishing my body for its slow response. I finger myself faster, pushing deeper inside my slit, feeling a wave of pleasure flush over me.

I know I'm close; but my air is running out. I take a heaving breath, but there's nothing. Nothing. My lungs are burning but I resist the urge to pull my hand away. I need that climax. I need that burst of sheer bliss -- it's an addiction. I hold my breath, trying not to inhale. I can feel the panic rising; if I don't orgasm in the next few seconds, I'm screwed. Then it comes, slowly, a burning pressure building up against my vagina, a river of ecstasy.

But it's too late. I'm going to pass out... I can't make it... Then with a sudden rush, I clench my legs, thrusting my body against my fingers, and in the moment my need to breathe disappears. But as the bliss of orgasm fades away, I start to panic. I try to pull my hand away, but I'm too weak. It's pointless, and I laugh to myself. The blackness starts fading; this is the end, I know it.

Then I roll onto my side, and my hand slumps onto the mattress. I take a deep breath, savouring the sweet, sweet taste of air along my throat. It feels better than anything, better than any orgasm I've ever had. I spend a few moments forcing air into my lungs, shaking. Then I pull off my blindfold, releasing the peg, and suddenly the world comes rushing back in. My room is bright, the sun livening up my mood.

I lie there, gasping. I hear a quiet snort, and it takes me a while to notice I'm not alone. I look up and freeze, completely mortified. It's my twenty-year-old cousin, Luca, standing at the doorway. His eyes are filled with surprise and what I suspect to be lust. 'You all good, Em?' he exclaims.

In my shock, I don't realise I'm completely naked, legs spread towards my cousin. And he's looking between my thighs with a grin on his face...