Masturbation
2004-11-20
As I sit down in front of my computer with intentions of doing myhomework when other thoughts cross my mind. The thought of pleasuring myself and telling you what it feels like. As you told me long ago, pretend that you are blind and I have to be your eyes. Painting, like an artist to fill the blank easel in your mind. I am sitting Indian style with a blue t-shirt and my polka dot g-stringpanties on. I am not wearing a bra so you can see my erect nipples through my shirt. As I touch them, teasing them through my shirt it feels good, awaking the nerves that have been resting in my pelvic region. My body telling me it is hungry for more than just nipple caressing. My fingertips gently run down my stomach; it tickles but excites me. Myfingers find their way under my panties, where the peach fuzz begins, stubbly one way but so smooth the other. My mind wants to send my fingers to find my clit, but my hand is stronger and brings my fingers to my knee and back up the inside of my thigh continuing across my clit - making me gasp with the pleasure - I then continue down the other thigh and then back up. This time I pause at my clit brushing gently. I spread my fingers; starting at the top, I follow my lips down to my asshole. I can feel the juices starting to lubricate my pussy, and want to plunge my fingers deep inside but I force myself to wait. I decided to remove my panties so that I could explore my pussy easier. I found a comfortable spot with my legs spread eagle.
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I bring a tit to my mouth to suck on.
My nipple is smooth and really doesn't have a taste but is hard, and is responding to the sucking. My right hand fingers closed lying upon the lips of my closed love hole; pressing down and making circles; the part that feels the best is when the pressure of my fingers reaches the end of my slit. My pussy, waiting to be finger-fucked hard and fast. I just couldn't wait any longer. I had to get my fingers wet and feelthe warmth. My fingers are cold when I insert them so that is a bonus pleasure. I enter my pointer and middle finger - hurting a first until I get inside. Wetness and warmth, smooth yet bumpy is how it feels; pleasure as I push and pull my fingers in and out of my vagina I move slowly at first giving myself time to adjust and enjoy this moment. My fingers quickly covered with my own love oil. I remove my fingers and find my clit oh yes, that I enjoy very much-wet fingers on my clit as I pull my lips back giving my fingers more room to taunt and tease my swollen clit. I can't take too much of this I put pressure on that special spot. Pressure, and fast circles brings me to my first orgasm. I couldn't hold back as clit playing is my weakness and makes me cum quickly. But I am not ready to be done so I swiftly readjust those two fingersback into my even wetter and hotter pussy.
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None of this slow love making bit now I want hard, bone slamming finger fucking. This time I try and add one more finger. It hurts but once my lips wrap around that extra finger I start to enjoy it. I move my fingers in and out of my pussy rapidly. I stuff a tit into my mouth, and find my clit again with the other hand. It is so sensitive from the previous playing. My moans become louder and my back is arched so that I can move my hips meeting the thrusts of my wet fingers. My pussy so wet that I can hear the juices as I enter and exit. I canfeel the pressure building. I drop the tit that is in my mouth, throw my head back, push my hips as far forward as they can go, put extra pressure on my clit, oh yes I am ready, my womanly muscles constricting around my fingers and then relaxing, I can feel the juices coming my quiet moans turn into continuous loud outbursts. Yesssssss, I scream as I am reaching my plateau. My love juice is overflowing from it's container feeling it running downthe outside as my muscles keep squeezing making sure that it is all out; as my fingers slide out once and for all I just have to lay there for a moment catching my breath and letting the weakness pass. The blood rushes back to my head from my pelvic region and I hope not only have I painted a picture but maybe even etched it into the easel of your mind. .
