Stories of a sluttery one

Today I want to tell you a story that left a strong impression on me. It happened some time ago. I remember it was a Tuesday and the midday sun was filtering through the windows. I was sitting at the living room table, having a coffee and smoking a joint, while watching my brother get ready to leave for the gym. I felt anxious about being alone. The minutes were ticking by as my anxiety increased; the effect of cannabis was becoming apparent, sharpening my senses and relaxing me. I enjoyed each sip of that very distinctive-tasting coffee, while some electronic music with a psychedelic touch played in the background. When the front door closed, announcing my brother's departure, I felt my anxiety fade away, leaving only the relaxation provided by the cannabis effect, as well as a quiet and peaceful space around me. I got up slowly from the chair and started walking around the house with the joint and lighter in hand, focusing on my body sensations and the amplitude of my senses while enjoying the background music. Occasionally, I'd stop to take a deep and intense drag on the joint, feeling how the effect and sensitivity increased. I don't know how much time passed; all I know is that I was enjoying it too much. Suddenly, the excitement triggered by some thoughts accompanied by perverted images started running through my body, causing my penis to harden, starting to release small drops of pre-seminal liquid. Leaving myself to my impulses, I headed to my room, determined to undress and put on some black high-heeled shoes. I quickly stripped off my clothes because I was anxious to free myself. I sat naked on the bed, placing those high-heeled shoes delicately. In front of the door to my bedroom, I was observing the hallway that connected to the living room and kitchen. I slid the foreskin off my erect penis backward, feeling the moisture of my glans. My black, long hair fell in soft waves, adorning my face. My stylized figure, thanks to exercise, provided a feminine aura; my turned and sensual legs accompanied my large and rounded buttocks, which the heels made even more prominent. I closed my eyes for a moment, concentrating on the sharp sensations and feeling the fresh wind caressing my nudity. Decided, with my penis pointing forward, I started walking in those high-heeled shoes, directing myself towards the living room. The sound of the heel hitting the floor resonated throughout the house as I enjoyed swaying my hips and moving my buttocks while walking. I stopped for a moment, giving one last and deep drag on that joint, decided to live the experience to the maximum and reach the highest point of sensitivity in my body. I left the lighter next to what was left of the joint on the table and continued walking around the house, naked and high-heeled, enjoying every sensation. I rubbed my glans against the surface of some furniture when I came across it, groaning in the process. I rubbed and pinched my nipples, observing the curtains slightly ajar, giving no importance to their presence due to the intense excitement that ran through my body. Even I turned away from that window, leaning forward and giving myself a few slaps, repeating out loud that I am a slut. I headed towards the sofa, decided to masturbate. I even imagined myself in a position where my penis could ejaculate directly onto my face and mouth, allowing me to savor my own cum. To caress my breasts with delicacy, pinching a couple of times my nipples. I slid my hands smoothly over my abdomen until reaching my erect and moist penis, starting the caresses on my glans and frenulum, with my eyes half-closed and panting slightly, enjoying the sensation. I began to moan intensely at the same time as I intensified the caresses; with one hand moving up and down along the length of my penis, and with the other pinching and twisting my nipples. I let myself be carried away by lust, feeling how the heels gave me a sensual and feminine touch. I found myself submerged in my own pleasure when the sound of a key entering the lock pulled me out of my reverie. I got up hastily, running towards my room and feeling how my moist penis and testicles bumped against my thighs, while listening to the sound of the door opening behind me. The sound of my heels resonated strongly in the place, while I felt my buttocks bouncing with fury from one side to the other. Obviously, I didn't manage to reach my room and close the door before my brother entered the house, and naturally, he managed to see me running naked and in heels down the hallway towards the room. The next thing I remember is sitting on the bed, completely naked, taking off my heels and putting on my clothes again, unable to stop laughing. After that, I left my room already dressed, laughing like a lunatic and asking between laughs for forgiveness from my brother for having seen that... In the list, I would like to add that that was the first time someone saw me using heels in my role as a woman, and although it was exciting and thrilling, it would have been better if it had been another person instead of my brother; some muscular man with a large penis. If it had been the case, probably I wouldn't have run and let myself be possessed by that man. And finally, I would like to tell you the reason why I haven't uploaded more sessions of photography. A relative found several clothes and a pair of high heel shoes and got rid of them. Since I'm blind and it's not easy to find work to buy new things, for the moment I don't have clothes or shoes for photography. Sometimes I would borrow shoes from a relative, but apart from being the wrong size, I don't feel comfortable doing that. So I don't know if I'll upload photos again... On the list, Let me know in the comments if you liked me telling this anecdote and if you'd like to hear more. Without anything else to add, I'm saying goodbye. Sending a luxurious hug and thanks for masturbating with these photos of this slutty.