Sometimes it’s just nice to masturbate at a nice leisurely pace. Made easy by sleepiness late home and alone from an evening’s shift at the resto. The real pleasurably leisurely part made by lying out after a piping hot bath, heated through and melting my naked flesh on to the bed. Dreaming at the ceiling, I’m looking through the clouds created by my patchy, quick and cheap decorating, and into a misty, grey heaven. Somewhere up there, only it’s always cloaked, is my mount olympus with gods looking down. Apollo leaning out for a spark of interest. I can’t see him but I feel his eyes on my skin lingering over my naked body.
I’ll lure him down, lazily but seductively. I watch my fingernail graze back and forth over a nipple. Half open eyes add sensuality to my feeling. I sense myself harden as I imagine strong hands passionately cupping my breasts. Their invisible owner wants to claw and grab at me, pull and pinch, but I’m teasing myself at my own sweet pace.
I slide apart my legs wider than I need; lewd and crude. The same one finger has travelled from my breast and stands on my mound. Below my clit feels the slight pressure of it surveying the length of my expectant cunt.
It’s at this point, I think of you. I think of your fascination with my vagina. I explore, like new, like you do, brushing every little nerve of my labia, soft smoothness beside them, the mysterious slit I slowly skate and drag my finger along.
I think how much this might please you. My Apollo. I edge my thighs a little wider still. It encourages my lips to begin parting. I’m finding my hood and press on under. Folds here are becoming slightly slick. Up here where I know to find it, is my little nub of pleasure. I can tickle it slowly, feel its tingle spreading out and imagine it swelling, growing for my pleasure, preparing me for penetration.
My fingers scissor my pussy lips wider apart. I begin to offer myself. With a finger spreading me wider each side, my lucky middle one works like a baby plough shear steady, slowly breaking open my slit completely. It feels wet. It arrives with a hard rub beneath my clit that brings on a slight arch of my spine; that bends my head a little further back.
It’s time for two sets of fingers to expose my pussy’s most sensitive parts. I imagine this as something you’d love. Taking my time, sleepily. Slowly pressing juices of pleasure from my deliciously edible sex. Round and round my clit. You’d see it clearly now; swollen, my hood pulled back. And you’d hear me sigh quietly with pleasure.
I swap my hands for the serious business of making myself cum. The hand that was pulling back my hood now uses its fingers to revolve and rub my button more in earnest, faster too. My other hand has a fresh task.
I’m wet. Sexily wet. My glistening shiny pink insides now feature like a gash because my moist pussy lips have engorged still wider apart. I’m readied for fucking. I’m feeling this, reading it like braille with my fingers playing. It’s confirmed by the snick snick noises of a wet cunt being fingered. Most of all by the pleasure, the lust and the ache for more.
I take two middle fingers to my opening. I’m too calculating to thrust them up deep as I can inside me. I know blind where to find most bliss. I use my finger tips to stretch myself out a little. I insert them just inside and revolve them round as much I can. This is where I’m sensitive and I moan, just as a mushroom head of cock might stretch and fix me just the same. While I’d soon feel a shaft stretch and fill me urgent to fuck and thrust with fury, I linger. I get wetter still. I let out a little pleased whimper begging for more like a puppy for fuss.
Deeper the pads of my two fingers feel my wetness. My pussy is almost sucking them, loving them pressing, searching. I’m feeling that penetration and it’s good. They find that rough and spongy spot though and good is even better. So much better.
Now I moan more loudly as my come hither movements of my fingers raise my pleasure and then increase it still more. My cunt and feeling it build unstoppably to climax is now my only focus. Fingers blur across my clit. I make my cunt throb with rhythmic upward pressing and I feel myself getting more forceful, more ruthless and more desperate.
My bottom is rising off the bed with my efforts. I’m panting. I’m close. Just a little deeper. Just a bit harder. Head tossing from side to side, teeth gritted. My cunt is gaping and lifted high to the invisible lover that’s thrusting madly into me, pumping and lost in ecstasy.
I cum. Pussy muscles contract and spasm. I roll from side to side. My thighs and pelvis shake and jolt. My head is right back and my mouth straining open. I cry out loudly, once, twice, and then collapse still shaking, knees slammed tight together. Waves flowing through me. My buttocks, I realise, are still clenching and releasing, the pace easing only slowly.
I can roll on to my side after a little while and bring my knees up. I sigh several few deep blissful sighs and smile dreamily. Now I’m in heaven.