As I sat down in front of my computer with intentions of paying bills, etc. When I had other thoughts cross my mind. The thought of you wanting me to write about what it was like to pleasure myself … so I did just that … pleasure myself and wrote everything down that I could think of … though my brain kinda goes to goo when I orgasm. I generally do not like to talk or think. Just FEEL!
I was sitting Indian style with a blue t-shirt and my g-string panties on. I was not wearing a bra so you could see my erect nipples through my shirt. As I touched them, teasing them through my shirt it felt good, awaking the nerves that had been resting in my pelvic region. My body telling me it is hungry for more than just nipple caressing.
My fingertips gently ran down my stomach; it tickled but excited me. My fingers found their way under my panties, where the peach fuzz begins, stubbly one way but so smooth the other. My mind wanted to send my fingers to find my clit, but my hand was stronger and brought 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 continued down the other thigh and then back up. This time I paused at my clit brushing gently. I spread my fingers; starting at the top, I followed my lips down to my asshole. I could feel the juices starting to lubricate my pussy, and wanted to plunge my fingers deep inside but I forced 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 wide. I brought a breast to my mouth to lick my nipple. My nipple was smooth but it was hard, and it responded to the licking. 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, wanting to be finger-fucked hard and fast.
I just couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get my fingers wet and feel the warmth. My fingers were cold when I inserted them so that was a bonus pleasure. I entered my pointer and middle finger – hurting a first until I got inside. Wetness and warmth, smooth yet bumpy is how it felt; pleasure as I push and pull my fingers in and out of my vagina I moved slowly at first giving myself time to adjust and enjoy this moment. My fingers were quickly covered with my own love oil. I remove my fingers and found my clit oh yes, that I enjoyed very much-wet fingers on my clit as I pulled my lips back giving my fingers more room to taunt and tease my swollen clit. I can’t take too much of this so I put pressure on that special spot. Pressure, and fast circles bringing me to my first orgasm. I couldn’t hold back as clit playing is my weakness and makes me cum quickly.
But I was not ready to be done so I swiftly readjusted those two fingers back into my even wetter and hotter pussy. None of this slow love making bit now I wanted 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 stuffed my breast back into my mouth, and found my clit again with the other hand. It is so sensitive from the previous playing. My moans became louder and my back was arched so that I can move my hips meeting the thrusts of my wet fingers.
My pussy was wet that I could hear the juices as I enter and exit. I could feel the pressure building. I drop the breast 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 pussy 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 reached my plateau.
My love juice was overflowing from its container and I could feel it running down the 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 as to what I would like to do in front of you to bring you pleasure.