When I started playing with my ass it was mostly the thrill of seeing it filled with dildos. But I came to want to know how it would feel to really ride. I was often to self conscious when toying. Was I enjoying it or just performing to fill my exhibitionist need.

But there was that one night, where I really wanted it. Where I didn't bother setting up a mirror or a camera. I just lubed up that dildo and climbed on the bed and started grinding down on the dildo. Bouncing and feeling the penetration, the texture, the silicone balls of that gorgeous hot pink toy.

I started to let go. It didn't have to be anything or mean anything other than it was hot and it made me feel hot. I started riding harder. My cock was hard and flopping around. I leaned back into the ride, arching my back, feeling the sliding sensation.

I my inhibitions melted away even further, I heard sounds coming from my mouth that I didn't recognize. Moans that were unlike any Id uttered before. Shit, would the neighbor in the apartment next door hear me? Fuck it, fuck any shred of reticence, any shoulds or shouldn't, any self control.

Riding harder, my cock was slapping my belly, precum was slinging onto my thigh and stomach. So hard, so eager, so hot. My ears were tingling, burning. I felt the orgasm as it started to make me shake. The panting, whimpering noises as my hips jerked and I convulsed. The cum now flying from my cock as I kept riding through the orgasm.

Oh my god the mess I was making! Cum all over the comforter and the wall and the closet door and my chest!

As I slowed and collapsed onto the bed I thought how that was a dangerous loss of control. Reality flooded back to me. I can't do that again. I won't be able to stop. Better to put this all away and go back to just stroking my cock or else who knows where this would all end.