The Masturbational

Me(f) and my two girlfriends like to turn our late-night wine nights into something much filthier. It starts with one of us pouring the chilled red wine across her bare chest, letting it trickle down her stomach while the other two take turns licking it off, our tongues meeting in the process. The carpet quickly gets stained as we shed our clothes, our bodies glistening under the dim lighting. We take turns tying each other's wrists with silk scarves, leaving one person completely at the mercy of the other two's wandering hands and hungry mouths. The air fills with our moans and the wet sounds of fingers exploring every hole. By the end, we're a tangled mess of limbs, sweat, and satisfaction, collapsed in a heap with wine still dripping from our chins onto our swollen breasts.