Solo Play

The first time I touched myself was when I was 23 years old and I bought my first vibrator. I had a boyfriend, but we hadn’t begun having penetrative sex as yet. So, I got the idea that he could use the toy on me first before we went all the way. The vibrator I got wasn’t that pricey, phallic in shape with three vibrating settings. It was basic but a great starter product.

At that age, my masturbation skills were lackluster, clumsily rushed, and aided by porn. The orgasm came quickly. I hardly ever savored the experience or made it about exploring what I liked. It would be years before I learned that self-pleasure is an act of self-discovery and love for oneself. With my new toy that began to change. 

I tore at my clothes to touch and feel my body. But I have never enjoyed such intense pleasure on my own, as I did that dewy autumn morning from 3 months ago. Armed with my new weapon of mass orgasms, I plonked myself comfortably onto my favorite couch and got in the mood for some good solo-time. To begin, I turned the first vibration setting and rubbed the bullet-shaped dildo against my clitoris and labia. The sensation caught me off guard. Something felt different. I came quickly but it only whetted my appetite, and I wanted more. I wanted to figure out what had happened and what felt different this time.

Without hesitating, my hand slipped into my panties and I instantly thought of him. How his hand will touch me, how he knows just where I would burn with pleasure, my feeling swells as I start to twitch with increased desire. I allow my touch to focus clearly on my clit. Ah the agony, the sweet pleasure, as I rub and finger my pussy, feeling the dampness start to build on my fingers. My mind is always thinking of him and how he enjoys me.  My mind frolics with my fantasy of being touched again and cumming so hard on his fingers that my juices ran down his hands. My hand continues but struggles to keep up with my needs. I feel like exploring freely and savage my hungry pussy. I need more, want so much more. 

Without relenting I lift my leg across the edge of the sofa, and stretch my legs wider so I can rub and massage my overheated pussy lips. The feeling continues to arouse me further and takes my turn-on to another level as I lubricate my new toy and gently slide it down my clit, letting it delve inside, burying it between my precious sticky pink lips. As my memory of my boyfriend’s fingering keeps teasing my mind, ah the pleasure becomes more and more delicious. I think of how, just the other day, when we went to the movies, he saw me in the black bodycon dress and immediately dropped to his knees. He lifted my left leg over his shoulder and started kissing my pussy through my underwear and then pulled my thong to the side, cupped my bare ass in his hands and went to town on me! I mean, he nibbled and licked me as if we were alone in bed, and not in the janitor’s closet. His tongue slowly licked up and down the middle of my slit before his lips sucked in my clit and applied pressure that had me cumming right there in a public space. His hands held me up as my body shook in ecstasy.

It turned me on more and made me even wetter for him. I sank back into the sofa as the waves of pleasure continued to build. I carry on sliding and pressing my dildo along my wet slit, every so often letting it penetrate inside me.

With a regular movement, I take my time to enjoy how each movement feels. My mind continues to pick up my play and lets me imagine him here, in me, taking me fully as he does, deeper and deeper consuming all I have, his fucking is relentless but it pushes me into a place of delicious, sweet, erotic desire. 

I can see my hard nipples peeking through the fabric. I slide two of my fingers along my folds before inserting the dildo inside my dripping wet pussy, again. The squelching wet sound it makes is so crude and loud. I create movements in the same rhythm I imagine my boyfriend’s strokes to be-- slow and exploratory at first before turning quick and determined.

I fuck myself, moaning without restraint. Juices run from my pussy down the crack of my ass as I vividly recount him eating me out across the dining room table. My squirt leaps out of my pussy as I lose count of the number of orgasms she had and how many condoms they went through.

I'm nearly spent but could take more. The image of my body properly fucked and deliciously sore from overuse is too pretty of a picture for me not to cum too. I rub my own overstimulated clit in fast circles and it's not long before a tingling sensation travels from the top of my head and gathers in my belly. My toes curl and all of my muscles tense up right before my orgasm hits. I whimper as I sink deeper into my chair, fighting my natural urge to scream and moan while pleasure floods over my whole body. 

I lay there for a few more seconds before I draw my own bath and soak away thinking of how I have never cum this hard and well before. The thought of doing it again soon makes my pussy tingle in an enthusiastic chuckle.