Sex and Snickerdoodles

Willow loved the horrible weather. The cold wind and stinging rain pelted her face as she hurried to her apartment. She almost slipped as she rushed as the sidewalk showed signs of gathering slush. In her purse was a present she pulled from her post office box on her way home from work. She wasn't sure of the contents but it was from her dear friend and lover, Lily, so she knew she would soon be masturbating to it soon, whatever it was.

Naomi, unhinged whore in the toilets

Naomi lay in bed fantasizing about sex as she so often did. Her hypersexual nature was not so constraining for her now that she was living alone. She'd come to terms with it long ago when she was diagnosed with it, but now that she had her own place she could practically do whatever she wanted. Which usually meant that she masturbated as often as she could. But mere masturbation was usually not enough for her. She had slipped far down on the slippery slope of increasingly dirty sexual acts and fantasies, fueled by the excessive amount of porn she watched.