Masturbatory Misconceptions
It has recently come to my attention that for some odd reason, when thinking of masturbation, most folks don’t think about women at all!
Apparently what is thought of is… guys wacking off in a corner with a girly mag or watching porno or some such thing. okay, so here is my opinion and a few facts for all of the male and female readers of this fine site concerning me and what it is I think on this subject ::winks:: listen guys, did you know that girls not only get off but do it quite frequently? I mean come on… if you could cum and then cum again in the span of five minutes… wouldn’t you do it as often as you possibly could? Now… here is the thing. Speaking from personal experience, it isn’t like one second I’m sitting there then boom! I want to touch myself. I have to have a motivation. I think guys are more visual than the ladies. This is all, as I said, my opinion on the matter. Visual stimulation is good, sure, but feelings, sounds, tones things like that contribute to my feeling relaxed and wanting to take a little while to enjoy a bit of self-love so to speak. Oh sure, I could just slide my fingers on down and think really quickly of a good hard fuck and be done with it in a couple of minutes and hey! who says that’s not good either? Yeah I do that too.
But now, I am talking about an actual experience in masturbation that will knock me out, keep me stimulated, and drag an orgasm out from my backbone till I scream. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Okay example time. Damn, you know what? I need a guys opinion on this too, if you read this and have one, send it in so I can toss it up in "Your Writings". Anyhow, here goes just a typical spine bending, breath stealing, oh my god if you were here I’d tear you apart, fantasy orgasm. it can happen anywhere but I have two favorite places. One is laying flat on my back so I can reach everything I need to and so I can move and not fall offa anything and split my skull open. The second place is in this really comfortable chair I own. It is just the right width to sling both legs over the arms without feelin split in two. Very nice.
Keep in mind also in this example no toys are used which is something else that can enhance the experience. To begin…
Lying there. the room is dark but not totally as I light several of the over 200 candles I’ve collected. I am on a silky sheet so cool and slippery on my bare skin. Music is playing and it just floats in my head as my hands begin rubbing over my breasts slowly, fingers touching the rings in my nipples making them move, pulling on them lightly, so sensitive as my fingernails slide through the rings and push into both nipples simultaneously. I close my eyes so all I hear is the music and my own breath while my hands slide over the underside of each breast. Nails scrape the flesh there, slowly dragging across it. I seem to see picures in my head of different things I want to do or have done and the music just flows, beating out enigma my favorite for times like these. A hand slides down as my fingers pull on the ring of one nipple and it reaches my belly ring sliding around it and pulling at it. I slide my legs up slowly, the silky sheet under my ass so soft, slippery, and cool on my skin. My eyes open a moment and take in the flickering of the candles over the room and my body and the sight of my hands pulling those bits of metal. The images I am mentally seeing fly through my head, different fantasies of immoral acts, play-by-play.
I squeeze my breast in my hand and arch my back up as my hand slides down and brushes over my shaven pussy, feeling the soft silky skin there and the slight dewey wetness between my lips. I tease myself, I don’t touch my clit at all… but just slide a finger only in between my lips, slowly back and forth, the wetness clinging. Leaving my breast, my hand rises to my hair and fingers push through it pulling it out from under my back as I lift it up over my shoulders. Grabbing a handful of the waist-length stuff, I pull it around and sweep it over both nipples. Over and over as my finger slides down and pushes into me. In my head, all I can see are the pictures I’ve created and in my ears, all I can hear is my own heaving breath gasping slightly as a second finger joins the first inside. So hot the juicy flesh feels, as my fingers glide in and out slowly, and I drop my hair so that hand can join the other, slipping down over my body, touching my waist, my hip, then pushing open the lips. Two fingers spread them, the other fingers sliding out of my wetness… the hole gaping open by now as my legs have fallen wide the coolness of the air lending its own erotic feeling on my exposed flesh.
The wet fingers slide up to my clit and I move them in a circle around the little hard knot, finding the exact spot where I know it makes me burn literally inside and out. rubbing there slowly, always slowly, to build and form, my ass pushes up off the bed slightly and I hear my own voice moan out as my stomach gets so tight. I know if I hurried, I could come in seconds, but I persist to draw it out. Slowly sliding the fingers over my clit, circling I pinch with them ever so often, causing my hips to jump up at the sensation. The images in my head collide and blur an orgy of fantasy and realities that have passed… a mouth on my clit… a hand on my breast… a cock in my mouth… and my fingers take on a faster tempo, pushing now over my clit and plunging down into my hot little hole and back out, soaked and slick and up over my clit. By now I am writhing on the bed, my heels all but digging into that silky sheet, my ass off the bed, hips pushing up, bringing me closer and closer. I can feel that tense, building feeling in my stomach. My pussy drips, my nipples hard and tight as the inside walls of my slit start to tremble.
Now very close and yelling out this feeling of pleasure, the sounds rocket off the walls and into my ears. The music plays on, pounding out it’s sad, sweet rhythm, almost going through the center of me as my fingers now fly in and out of my pussy, my hand now the focal point of pressure on my swollen clit. Legs shaking, chest heaving, stomach tight, ass off the bed, heels digging in, lips spread wide and hole gaping, I start to come hard, and each contraction inside manifests itself in a scream from my lips, words hissed out and unintelligible. The smell in the air is all me which turns me on further. My fingers lovingly caress my clit, slowing, and I quiet as the last small inner twitches from my spine wrenching orgasm play out. Breathing so hard I slide my wet hands up my body leaving a shiny trail on my skin, and I marvel at how sensitive I am now. Almost as if each touch would make me scream.
And thus ladies and gentlemen… a simple orgasm.
Now see, add toys, wax or anything else you like and make it that much better. I like the simple spine tingling ones myself. …And if you-know-who was watching me do it? (dies)
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