I'm addicted to pleasuring myself with hard metals in public places

I don't know how to say it anymore. It all builds up in my head, this fucked up thing I'm doing, and if I don't get it out I swear I'm going to go crazy. So here it is, I guess—a bunch of stories about me and my public masturbation, because it's not just one time anymore. It's all fucked up now and I can't stop.

It started out as simple curiosity, with things like the railings, the armrests of the bench—cold, hard, whatever. But recently it was the swing set in the park by my apartment that blew me away. The whole thing is metal—the seat, the board, the handles—just sitting there, waiting for me. I think about it way too much, how good it would make me feel.

One time I couldn't sleep, I was just laying there, irritated and restless, my toys no longer able to satisfy my desire, when I saw the park below my apartment. I didn't even think - I just grabbed my hood, no panties, skirt barely on and ran out. The park is right next to my house, dead silence, only the street lights whirring. I was already wet from walking, my thighs were sagging, my heart was racing. My initial goal was the bench by the swing, because it's not very well lit, the perfect place to relieve myself. I got there, jumped on the metal armrest and started sliding. Then I saw the swing in front of me, it's all made of metal, especially the rails. I could already imagine how that thick, cold rod was trying to enter me. So I rushed to it, I was almost all wet, but I didn't care anymore. The seat hit me - cold as hell, right where I was naked. I sucked in a breath, started moving, slowly at first, just feeling it. I was making these stupid little sounds, I couldn't stop them, and it felt so good that I didn't care. It came quickly, shaking like crazy, dripping onto her. I sat there panting, then dragged myself home.