I had a fantastic, lazy weekend. The first one in about three months. It felt odd having absolutely nothing pending, nothing vying for my time.

Well besides the City and County of San Francisco, I do and probably will always work on Saturday’s. It’s an interesting day at the Library, consisting of our usual mix of mix of oddballs and drug addicts, but there is also the weekend library users. Cute city boys and men with their adorable impatient girlfriends, the hot dads with their kids–teaching them how to use the library and those lonely introverted artist types looking for those obscure Czech films. Of course it is my role and pleasure to serve these patrons.

Just coming off of my period always makes it a horny time for me, not as horny as when I am actually on it or as horny as I will be in about a week, but definitely a perpetual state of want–flirt want, cock want, make you want to smile kind of want–just a basic all around want.

I knew this was going to be the case, so I planned accordingly, by packing my not so little glass ass plug. I actually have been bringing this with me for a few days, but it is sort of bigger than I am use to–I have actually been a bit intimidated by it. But Saturday, intimidation was conquered by my libido. After a few hours of serving the public, flirting, pondering the packages–the delineation of cock on all the cute city boys, ogling all the overly styled women in heels and tight skirts, and flirting with my NYC man via hand-held technologies–I knew the time had come, I needed to feel full, stuffed, I needed to have a pseudo cock fill me up.

Digging around my purse it’s easy to locate-the heavy cool glass finds my hand with ease, but then I realize–no lube! I am determined though and I know by now my pussy is so wet and slick, I can use my own juice as lube for the plug. I get into my favorite bathroom number 3, lock the door, wash my hands and the plug. Removing my skirt and legging I fold them over the edge of that ugly orange vinyl chair. Back at the sink at the mirror, I spread my legs wide, stroke my belly down to my bush–yes bush, kitty needs a wax–my middle finger glides into my slick folds of skin–I’m primed to be fucked, I can easily smell my needy self. Running the plug under the hot water I get it nice a warmed up, then slide it down into my wet pages, coating it in my gloss. I get aroused even more so, I plunge it into my cunt while I simultaneously push a finger into my ass, getting it ready to swallow this bulb of hot glass.

When I pull the plug from my swollen lips I notice it’s shiny in a coat of my cream. I let a drop of spit land on the tip of the plug and slide it toward my ass, I try to firmly push it in, but pain washed over me at the half way point in and I pull it back out. Looking at the clock I know I have only five minutes to get the plug in and get to the reference desk. I have to do it now, or give up the idea. My pussy is determined. I run the plug under the hot water again, then back into my wet pussy, take a deep breath, and push it in. I am so close. To diffuse the pain, I stroke my slick lips and push the plug in, I think about your cock and one last time I push and let out a moan of pain and pleasure, my body is on fire. It was such a rush. In the mirror my face is pale and flush, then slowly becomes filled with heat, my cheeks and breast bone glow red with aroused pleasure.

I am filled. Stuffed, my cunt is open and needy. I get dressed and head to the reference desk my ass ready to serve.