Tales of my Delicious Little Secret

Earlier this year I wrote a poem called "My Delicious Little Secret." A couple readers suggested that I write a story about it, too. Thank you both for your encouragement. Here is my effort to do so.

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It's Saturday night, and just about a week ago, specifically last Sunday morning, I had an erotic experience I'm craving to share with you. It's so simple it hardly seems worth mentioning, but in a sense it felt life changing to me. I'd love to know what you think.

It's all about a small little secret, or a large butt-plug-sized secret, to be exact. Here's what happened last week.

Running late as usual for church, my kids, husband, and I slipped quietly into the sanctuary as the pastor began making the weekly announcements.

Feeling self-conscious, I walked quickly down the aisle, hoping to avoid drawing attention to myself. I bowed my head shyly, my long, brunette hair draping down my back and over my shoulders, partially hiding my face.

As I settled down gingerly onto the wooden pew, I felt a sweet nudge in my arsehole as the hard surface pressed against my bum, for I had a delicious secret nestled delightfully inside my hole. I looked so prim and proper as I sat up straight and looked ahead at the pastor, surely no one could have guessed my secret, but my cheeks got rosy, both with bashfulness and pleasure, as I thought about how that morning I was wearing a butt plug to church for the very first time.

Outwardly I looked chaste and conservative, like a "proper" married, 51-year-old woman should look. I was wearing a long-sleeved black dress, gray tights, and black flats. But my husband and I haven't been sexually intimate for close to seven years, and I'm getting tired of conforming to the church culture's idea of propriety, so underneath I looked and felt anything but conservative.

Beneath my dress a black underwire bra hugged my small breasts, and a purple thong barely covered my pussy, the crack in my bum, and, my least conservative adornment, my butt plug. But my diminishing conservativeness could especially be found in my heart, where distance from my conservative upbringing had been growing for over a year.

I drew my attention to what the pastor was saying. I heard him talk about sin, the futility of life lived for pleasure, and forgiveness. I wondered where I stood with God. I truly felt uncertain.

But then I felt the lovely fullness in my arse, and my thoughts shifted to the arousing sensations I was feeling, and I smiled to myself, relishing my delicious little secret. No one knew of the pretty jeweled plug in my arse. If anyone could have viewed my unclothed bum, they would have seen a large pink jewel nestled between my arse cheeks.

As I sat in the pew, I squeezed my arse muscles tightly, and my nerve endings burst into life! I enjoy the feeling of fullness a butt plug creates inside me. Being in public intensified every sensation, especially at church where wearing it felt daring -- and more than a little naughty.

My mind drifted back to earlier in the morning when I was getting ready for church. I had felt aroused anticipating carrying a sweet secret inside such a private place, a treasure buried inside my ass.

I had taken my time carefully deciding whether to wear my longer, thinner plug, or my shorter plug with a big, fat bulb. I chose the latter because that morning I had wanted to feel as full as possible.

After making my decision, I ran the silver metal plug under hot water, warming it to touch. I put lube on it to make it slippery to more easily slide inside my hole.

Then I leaned forward, squatting down a little and sticking my ass out, relaxing my muscles, readying my ass to welcome the smooth, warm plug inside.

I reached behind me, touching my plug's large bulb to my asshole. I pushed it in slightly, and then let up. I gently pushed a little more, enjoying the sweet dance, easing it in slowly, until, ahhh, it popped in the rest of the way making my wrong hole feel so full. My anal muscles grabbed tightly hold of the pretty plug, hugging it inside, giving me pleasure.

Then I put on my clothing, covering up my secret, and finished getting ready for church. Even as I hurried about doing mundane tasks such as brushing my hair, putting makeup on, and brushing my teeth, I couldn't forget its presence, for I felt it inside me, filling me. It made me feel sensual and sparked my arousal.

Now sitting in the pew with my butt plug in my arse, surrounded by others looking equally prim and proper on the outside, I wondered if I was the only one. Were there others with sexual secrets? Surely the answer must be yes. Was anyone else's arse adorned with a pretty jewel? I glanced around feeling a hidden connection to anyone else who might be struggling to break free and embrace their sexuality.

The service was almost over, but I gave my arse a lovely, long squeeze, reveling in the delicious feeling of fullness inside my arsehole and enjoying my sensuality. I knew without reservation that I had made the right decision to wear my butt plug to church.

So that's my erotic experience from last Sunday morning, the simple story of my butt-plug-sized delicious little secret.

As I mentioned above it's Saturday night, and I'm thinking about my plans for tomorrow morning. I enjoyed wearing my plug so much last week that, with much anticipation, I've decided to do it again tomorrow. I slip into bed excited for the coming day.

My alarm rings. It's Sunday morning, and I'm eager to wear my butt plug to church again!

This morning I choose my longer, beaded metal plug to wear to church. It has a pretty red jewel on it. I slip a black, flowered, long-sleeved dress over my head. Its soft, light material coolly kisses my skin as it slides over my body. I step into a beige lace thong and put on form-hugging black booty shorts to cover my bum under the dress. I wear my black flats again, but decide to leave my legs bare this morning.

We arrive at church late again, but this time as I enter the sanctuary, I hold my head a little higher as I walk towards my seat.

As I sit down, the hard, wooden pew presses against my butt plug. Since I'm wearing my longer plug this time, and the jewel in this one sticks out farther, the pushing sensation feels more intense, and it wiggles deep inside my arse as I try to get comfortable in my seat.

I squeeze the muscles in my arsehole, and I begin to feel aroused, in church, which, and I confess, feels especially yummy. I squirm my bottom around, trying to shake the feeling. I squeeze again and, oh, it feels good. I squirm again, only this time sinking into the feeling. Ahh.

I can't help but think of my voyeuristic pastor friend I chat with online. I know he'd love seeing me out in his congregation knowing I was wearing a butt plug.

I start daydreaming about my friend being up front, preaching, instead of my own pastor. I imagine him preaching a beautiful sermon about grace and love, looking me in my eyes, aware of my secret.

I wiggle my ass around again, delightedly feeling my arousal increase. Oh, fuck, calm down, I tell myself.

I close my eyes and breathe long, deep meditative breaths, in and out, feeling delicious desire grow and pulse inside my body. The warmth and electricity spread through me, leaving my body aching with longing.

I've never met my pastor friend, and never will this side of heaven, because the temptation to do more would surely be insurmountable. But if it were him giving the sermon I'd go up to him after church, slowly walking to him while squeezing the muscles in my arse, hugging my butt plug tightly.

I'd look deep in his eyes, holding out my hand to him saying, "Hi, Pastor, I loved your sermon. It really spoke to my heart. I needed to hear your message about grace and love today."

Fire would shoot through my core as his warm hand clasped mine and gave it a squeeze. He'd give me a big smile and say, "I'm so glad. You've been going through a hard time lately. Know that God loves you and is there for you, always."

Then I imagine him giving me a chaste, seemingly-friendly (appearing so to those watching) hug. My body would tingle with desire being in his arms. I imagine him holding onto me just a little longer than is proper as he leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "Your secret arouses me."

I'd pull away reluctantly, and say, "I'm glad. Thank you, Pastor." And I'd walk away, leaving part of my heart behind, feeling him looking secretively at my arse as I walk down the isle to the door.

While driving home after church I can't stop daydreaming of my pastor friend. I know he's busy today and unable to talk on the phone with me, but I want to cum for him so badly I can hardly bear it.

After we get home and everyone is busy relaxing after church, I tell my family I forgot something in the minivan. Yes, I'm a needy, naughty mommy, but, god, I feel horny. I run down the long driveway to the van. I get inside and climb in the back seat. There are dark windows in the back, so no one can really see inside.

I still have my butt plug in my arse.

I'm going to make an audio recording to send my pastor friend of myself cumming for him.

I open the recording app and press the "record" button. I'm ready to masturbate.

***Start of recording***

I'm in my minivan touching myself. I wore my butt plug to church this morning again, and I'm so fucking horny I want to cum for you.

I'm taking off my booty shorts and thong. I'm lifting up my dress and pressing my fingers against my butt plug, squeezing the muscles in my arsehole tightly. Mmm.

I'm thinking of you masturbating, of you massaging your wonderful hard cock. I want to touch your cock. Feel my fingers stroking your length. Feel me moving my hand up and down. Mmm.

I'm putting two fingers in my pussy. Can you hear how wet I am from the slushing sounds? I'm so fucking wet. I want you so badly. Mmm.

I'm squeezing my asshole. Ahhh, I feel the plug inside me. And I can feel it's hardness through the wall of my pussy as I finger fuck myself. I'm also pushing down on my butt plug. And tightly pinching my right nipple.

Now I'm sliding my wet slippery fingers along my pussy lips up to my needy clit and rubbing it fast. You know how fast my fingers can move.

I want you to eat me. Mmm I'm imagining you eating my pussy. Your lips grabbing my labia and kissing hungrily. Your tongue tasting and licking my juices. Mmm I'm licking and sucking my fingers, tasting my juices for you. I taste extra delicious today.

Now I'm playing with my butt plug, pulling it in and out, feeling the lovely beads on it bump against and lightly stretch my arsehole as it moves. I'm imagining you doing that to me while at the same time thrusting your tongue in my pussy. Mmm.

Oh, I'm getting so aroused. I know you can hear it in my voice. My sensations are climbing higher and higher. I'm so close. I'm rubbing my clit fast. I'm pinching my right nipple. Moan. Help me cum. I want to cum for you.

Whimpers... Moans... Ohhh, ohhhhh ohhhhh, I need to cum... I need to cum...

Ohhh nooo... I'm squirting, gushing out lots of warm liquid. Mmm it feels so good. Oh, oh, oh! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! My body is pulsing and pulsing and pulsing. Mmm.

Ahhh thank you... thank you... I love cumming for you... I hope you have a beautiful day.

***End of recording***

I stop the recording. I put on my thong and booty shorts. Rearrange my dress. And I emerge from my minivan, hopefully looking respectable once again.

But my cheeks are flushed, my eyes are shining, and I have a smile on my face. I feel wonderfully content as I walk up the long driveway towards my house, squeezing my arse cheeks together, thankful once again for my delicious little secret.

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Thank you so much to darrenr for his editorial assistance.