It's Time to Masturbate
Izzy couldn't believe she was driving in traffic completely naked below the waist. Her only cover was her hand between her legs, and it felt good. She didn't care if anyone noticed anymore. She didn't care about a lot of things anymore. Her throat was so hoarse from all the yelling, but she was surprisingly calm. No regrets.
At a red light, she was masturbating furiously, but years of trained denial meant she could hold back the need to cum. The ravaged woman looked down at her cup holder, glancing at Jenise's business card. It was so hard to believe that this broken woman who came into her church drunk and smelling like weed was a psychologist. But it was also hard to believe a 30-year-old virgin took a purity ceremony so seriously. She had the mental breakdown to prove it. Jolting herself back to reality, Izzy made a mental note to change her phone number later. She needs to go no contact from all of those people, including her family.
It's the only path forward to heal. Right now, her perverted thoughts and her hand resting on her pussy are the only things comforting her. It was a mistake to leave porn and go to church today, but what happened afterward had to be done. She doesn't care how this looks to anyone anymore. She's living for herself.
Izzy could feel how wet, tender, and puffy her lips were. “I am almost home; I can wait; not yet,” she thought to herself. She was determined to get back home to have her first true orgasm. No more dismissed accidents riddled with guilt. All of that was behind her now. This was her only path forward. The scent of her own arousal filled her car. She smiled as she ran her fingers through her slick juices. She could hear how wet she was just by touching. It was time to actually enjoy her life.
Surprisingly, no one noticed the half-naked woman gliding through traffic. She was relieved at that. But she also knew that dress was never going to grace her hips again. In fact, a lot of her clothing will probably be donated soon. Any reminder of her old life felt like a trap. It felt wrong, poisonous. All visual cues had to go. All of it. No exceptions.
Her pussy was getting wetter at the very thought of what new depraved acts she will do now that she's fully liberated. In fact, she had never been this aroused before. She was determined to embrace this new woman who was born from the ashes of guilt and shame.
She made it to her apartment complex and parked her car. She looked at her ripped dress and soaked panties lying next to her on the passenger's seat. Taking a slow deep breath, she inhaled the scent of her air freshener and her pussy. It was a beautiful combination. Almost like they belonged together as one.
Izzy looked out the windshield, scanning the parking lot. Her hand was still slowly rubbing and touching, keeping her arousal high, training herself to be like this at all times. She looked around, and she saw no one. Before she second-guessed herself, she stripped off her blouse and bra. In one fluid motion, she grabbed her keys and purse, got out of the car, locked it, and swiftly glided from her car to her apartment. Her free hand was still between her legs, motivating herself through masturbating. Izzy was fully nude except for a purse covering her left breast hanging from her shoulder.
Her breath was shallow. Her pussy was throbbing and on fire with uncontrollable need. But Izzy held back the natural desire to cum. It still was not the right moment, no matter how tempting it was to cum in broad daylight naked in the parking lot.
Izzy made it to her apartment undetected. For a brief moment she thought about what she had done and what she looked like. This was her new identity now; symbolically shedding all that was her past, she emerged as a depraved naked freak with no shame. She loved the thought and had to keep escalating this.
She felt her purity ring hit the doorknob. She stopped. That metallic clang intruded upon her thoughts. She even stopped masturbating because of it. She felt inner rage. She lost focus on what she was supposed to be.
“This damn thing has to go, too,” she muttered out loud. She took off the ring and tossed it, hearing an audible 'clink' as it hit the concrete out of sight, rolling far away from the fully nude woman. “I won't be needing that anymore,” she said out loud to no one in particular.
Izzy had just walked fully naked from her car to her apartment in broad daylight on a Sunday, openly masturbating as if it were totally normal. No one but the purity ring was there to bear witness to such a lewd and sinful act. And now it was tossed away like everything else in her life. She's shedding her skin, going through a sexual rebirth. All of this felt good. Izzy was finally starting to feel normal.
Once Izzy was inside of her apartment, the gravity of what she had done set in. There was a rush of adrenaline; her nerves were on fire. She dropped everything and rubbed her uncummed pussy furiously. It was all too surreal. It felt like a dream. As her pussy began to leak and drip onto the floor, she smiled knowing this was her life now: just a naked freak masturbating nonstop while watching porn. She should be watching porn right now.
She blinked at that simple realization. Izzy was not watching porn at this moment. She should be. She wanted to reprogram herself, rewire all of her reward centers, and erase anything left of her old life and her old morality. Having her first real orgasm watching porn meant everything to her. That's why she was holding back. She needed porn to cum. It was the only way she wanted to cum from now on.
Izzy didn't hesitate; the naked woman quickly made her way to her computer, slowly rubbing as she waited for it to boot up. She logged in, spread her legs, pulled up her favorite playlist, and started to touch herself. The moment she pressed play, she heard a familiar loud 'clink' noise in the living room. It was loud enough to disturb her focus. She had to go see.
As she padded across the floor, naked, with her hand on her pussy, she stepped on something. Taking a step back, she moved her bare foot and saw something she wasn't expecting. Somehow, her purity ring had returned—materializing in her living room on its own accord. Puzzled, the naked woman stopped rubbing her pussy, completely questioning reality. And then she became enraged, growling, snarling, and masturbating. All she wanted to do was cum while watching porn. This one singular thought was controlling every action and thought. Nothing was going to get in the way of her true calling.