Shame Challenge #3

After drinking and smoking a lot, I fucked my parents’ couch, rubbing my pussy against the armrest while my cousin slept soundly on it... I can still picture myself coming like a stupid bitch in the stifling silence that I managed to hide; I’m ashamed, but the day with him seemed normal, so that reassures me… it’s probably one of the worst things, so…

I have to write about this moment from the evening (a little fuzzy) here.

Last night I drank and smoked for most of the evening. I wasn’t alone—my cousin had just had a few drinks while playing his video games. I took advantage of the evening to come here and touch myself a little. As the night went on, I found him in the living room, his game still running, snoring away as he sat there. I’d already gotten comfortable and forgotten to get dressed before coming back downstairs—I was too caught up in my own little world, getting high and chatting online. I found myself wearing nothing but my baggy T-shirt, drunk, with my ass hanging out, while he slept to the background noise of his game playing.

I went to have another drink, smoke another cigarette, and go back upstairs to chat… My pussy was on fire, but he was there. So I took on the challenge of touching myself a little next to him while he couldn’t see a thing since he was asleep. He was now lying down. I went back up, and the challenge ramped up a notch—my pussy was burning up and it almost hurt that I couldn’t come.

I had to get down and finish myself off right there… So I grabbed a soft blanket, because it was on the edge of my parents’ couch armrest that I had to fuck myself and rub against it like “a stupid bitch,” thinking about the guy who told me to do it. The stress had melted away with the alcohol and the excitement; I could hear my cousin snoring—he was sleeping soundly. My pussy dripped like a snail onto the blanket; I used my forearm to bite down and stifle my breathing as much as possible. I came and finished in three minutes flat, I think… It’s a blur… I think he must have turned over, or just lifted one leg—not out of affection—so I covered him with the blanket as I dozed off alongside his legs. It wasn’t until I went back upstairs that I realized I was drunk and stupid, because I could have put something else over him instead of a blanket with my wet marks on it…

This morning, I don’t know if it’s all in my head, or the fact that he was hungover last night too, but I had this weird feeling—even though today seems to be going normally.