When is enough, enough?

What's too dirty, too depraved? Where do you draw the line? When do you reassess the lengths you go to to sate the thirst?

I have just had three amazing orgasms. I was sat on my lounge floor; watching porn; surrounded by accessories. I had what I call a "posh wank". Poppers, dildo, vibrator, condoms, lube, porn on two screens, best tissues and camera (just in case). Small window left uncovered to add the exhibitionist element and lower limbs undressed. The "posh" essentials can always be augmented by items in the lounge. Freud would have a field day if not a wank over geegaw's, innocent up to the very moment of use.

I squirted buckets over my lovely wooden floor and idly wondered what the cleaning lady thought? If she had any time between cleaning and stealing my dirty knickers? One leg was resting on a foot stall, the other straight. I had swapped the toys over, nearly dropping the dildo as my hands were slick from lube and my juices. I came hard and it was so good I kept going.

Surrounded by piles of soggy tissues, my toys abandoned. I pull up my knickers and start smiling.

I feel vulnerable now, somehow more exposed than if I was naked. The truth in a gut wrenching cum like that is absolute; live the moment; simply be.

Damn, it was good!