#spiral
Meg opened her eyes slowly, exhausted still despite the morning sun shining through her window. What time was it? She groggily turned her head to her alarm clock and after a few seconds her blurry eyes deciphered the time and her heart jumped a little. She missed her alarm. She slept in but it wasn’t that bad, she still had time to get ready for work. She just couldn’t go back to sleep, that would be disastrous!
She forced herself up, the room spinning as she did so and she paused sat up with her legs dangling off the bed and her head lulled down staring at the ground. Why? Why did she spend so long last night on tumblr? She had a serious problem. The first spiral had been cool and fun to just watch how it flickered and changed as it spun. Then she scrolled to the next. Then the next. Each time her fingers stood still a little longer as she gazed slightly deeper into the fascinating gifs. She had never realised how individual each spiral was. How addictive it was to stare…stare…face leaning into the screen, eyes wide and unfocused as she kept staring.
Before Meg knew it hours had passed and it was past when she would usually go to sleep. She didn’t realise how much time had gone by with her just gawking at her computer with her jaw hanging open dumbly. If she had just moved her eyes away to look at the time…but then she couldn’t stare at the spiral. Couldn’t watch its many facets dancing, intertwining in an intricate dance…was her hand in her panties?
It was. She was masturbating. Somewhere along the line she started rubbing her lower lips, slowly sliding her finger around them in tiny circles, synchronised with the spinning of the spirals. What had compelled her to do that? Was the sight of spirals turning her on? Or were there hidden messages…commanding her to masturbate…invading her mind through the swirling colours and dazzling graphics.
It had gone on like that, her pussy dampening as her mind drifted further and further away into a twisting, twirling void of entrancing images. She wasn’t sure what time she fell asleep, or even if she had an orgasm. It was a weird haze, all she knew was that she shouldn’t do that again. Maybe her mind was more susceptible to trances than she had previously thought, maybe she was just tired and horny and any excuse to touch herself. Whatever. She couldn’t do that again, she didn’t want to feel this tired.
Getting up from the bed finally and stumbling towards the kitchen she had her eyes fixed on the kettle. She yawned as she went through her morning ritual of brewing a nice hot mug of her favourite drink. Coffee. It was what she relied on to keep her awake long enough to make it to work. Coffee was a miracle worker sometimes.
She poured the coffee and the sugar and the milk into her mug (a new self-stirring mug she purchased recently because it just looked too cool not to) and then filled it up with boiling water, steam rising from her beverage in a satisfying, familiar fashion. Then she found the button on her new mug and turned it on.
Meg watched as the liquid came to life, gaining speed until it was a whirling vortex. A whirlpool of hot, aromatic coffee right in front of her face. Then she looked deeper. It was strange, she would usually be drinking her coffee by now, pulling her head back quickly as she realised perhaps it was still a little too hot and blowing gently on it to cool it down…but no. She was just gazing into the vortex. Observing as it churned and rotated…like a spiral. A fluid in motion was so intriguing to watch, to her at least. Watch as the centre dipped a little and the sides spun around the rim of the mug constantly. The same speed, the same way but never quite exactly the same. Not if you looked close enough.
She was going to be late for work if she didn’t hurry up and drink her coffee. She already woke up late she should hurry up and get ready but….her eyes wouldn’t move. They were frozen yet again. This time her coffee was the spiral and she felt the irresistible compulsion to just keep staring. Transfixed. Transfi….tran…trance…trance…trance….
It barely surprised her to find her hand creeping between her thighs. Once it was there and she was staring so deeply into the coffee whirlpool she remembered exactly how hot she had felt last night. Just how desperate and horny and needy she was. She remembered that she didn’t reach orgasm, she just kept going, stroking and circling her drippy pussy until she was so zoned out and trances that the line between conscious and asleep blurred and she drifted away, hand still working as she fell into a deep slumber.
Now she was really in trouble. Work would be starting any minute if she left now she could be less than half an hour late. It would be ok to make an excuse and just get on with her work. If she could look away. If she could pull her hand out. If she could shake this feeling of arousal emanating through her.
Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop. She knew it. She knew by the way her thoughts had slowed. It was unreal how long it took her to formulate any kind of coherent idea. Whereas it was so simple…automatic even to let her hand rub and stroke her pussy. Her wet fingers were circulating her juices, sliding over her slippery folds so easily. In sync with the coffee. The coffee was stirring itself. She was stirring herself. She was like the mug of coffee.
Mug…Meg…Muuuuuuu…gggggggg…..Meeeeeee…gggggggg….
What was she thinking about? Her brain was so mixed up now. She no longer knew what time it was. She was far too late now. She had been staring at her coffee for what now? Hours? It was cold, she could tell that. It stopped steaming long ago. Still she was entranced. Still her fingers were working her hole, juices oozing out and running down her legs. Her aching legs. They were so wobbly now, could barely hold her up as her pussy throbbed and hummed with erotic energy. She was so horny. She needed to cum. How had she been doing this for so long? It was like whenever she felt close her fingers slowed down…she was edging herself. Teasing her poor, engorged clit just enough to make her hips wriggle, her eyes go fuzzy…well fuzzier than they already were as they stared at the coffee still.
Eventually she collapsed to the ground, spilling her coffee as her fingers buried themselves into her so desperately and she finally came. She came her brains out, at least that’s what it felt like. Her mind already so softened and wiped out by the trance, cumming so intensely after hours and hours of hypnotic edging just broke her brain. Her whole body lost control, muscles spasming, eyelids fluttering, moaning so loudly that the neighbours probably heard as her pussy sucked in her fingers and clenched around them greedily. Waves of pleasure hit her and washed over her until she passsed out.
She didn’t remember much when she woke up. All she knew was that she had to do that again!
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