How can you expect a man to please you, if you don’t know how to please yourself? echoes inside my head. Wiping my tears with the back of my hand, I stare into the grand mirror in front of me. As I sit on the extra fabric cascading across the floor, trailing off the chair, I pull the material up between my legs to cover Pussy. I am not ready to meet her yet. Looking away from the mirror, memories of my childhood wash over me.
“Sex is bad.”
“Masturbation is sinful.”
While these phrases were not directly spoken to me, I heard the message loud and clear. Every time as much as a kiss appeared on the screen, the television was promptly turned off. Harsh criticisms were voiced of any affections witnessed in public. I never saw my father kiss my mother. Bible verses choked out my cravings at nighttime when my fingers wanted to roam freely underneath the privacy of my covers. The teachings, God sees you, even in darkness, stopped me.
I am sexually repressed. What does that mean? Well, for one, it means I have been doomed to a long line of failed relationships. But, I have met someone really special now. He could be the one, you know? I need to finally address my sexual issues to ensure we don’t follow the path of my past relationships.
He figures me out pretty quickly and somehow sees what I have hidden. He tells me he can help me, but, I need to do something. I am afraid but know he is right. I trust him.
I inhale a deep breath and drop the material hiding Pussy. Breathing deeply, I take in the sight of her. Surprisingly, my first thought is she is pretty. Very pretty. Her lips are neat and tidy and pink. Wanting a better look, I widely spread my legs, delighting in the way her lips open up to reveal her sweet treasure. Her reflection in the mirror resembles a beautiful flower, opening when kissed by the sun. I imagine her opening just like this when he kisses her. Pussy gives me my first tingle.
My fingers rest inside my thighs, gaining courage for a first touch. Reaching out, my thumbs graze her lips. My, they are moist, delicate petals covering my flower. My other fingers join in exploring her folds, tracing up and down, spreading her growing wetness.
Relaxing back against the chair, my eyes take in her beauty. She looks so inviting. What was I so afraid of before? Another tear rolls down my cheek thinking of past harmful thoughts and wasted time. Pussy is an intimate part of me and I shouldn’t have ignored her. I relish in the sight of her, not taking my eyes off the mirror, afraid she will disappear if I do.
She weeps for me too, as I coat one of my fingers with her juices. Pressing ever-so-gently against her opening, I dip just my fingertip inside her. She feels warm and inviting, so I press onward, sliding all the way inside until my palm touches her lips. Holding this position, I stare intently into the mirror. I finally connect with Pussy at this moment. She squeezes my finger, reassuring me my touches are welcome. Slowly, I withdraw my finger, holding it up in the mirror to marvel at its wet kisses from Pussy. I need to feel her again and return my finger to its cozy new home. Sliding my finger in and out, my shoulders relax, and I release a single sigh.
I want to test her and insert a second finger. She is tight but stretches for me, wanting to be completely filled. My fingers explore inside her now, wanting to feel every inch. I find a particularly arousing spot inside and give it extra attention. My, she feels go good! I smile at her in the mirror and at myself too – pleased by my bravery today.
I know Pussy holds a hot spot – my clit. I need to find her. While my fingers stay nestled in their cozy cocoon, my thumb roams up above, circling, seeking. Oh my! Found it. Oh my goodness! I quickly withdraw my thumb as if I just touched a live wire. Never in my life have I felt such an intense surge inside my body. Explosive, really. I place my thumb back on this newly discovered hot little button, and gently rub, amidst my pants. Pussy floods my fingers with more of her delightful juices. My legs quake. I try to keep my eyes on Pussy in the mirror, but they want to close with ecstasy.
Pussy quivers as I finger fuck her. I witness her lips puffing out, as well as the little button I stroke. My stomach tightens as I speed up my hand movements. Everything in me speeding full ahead to that something I have needed for so long. All my nerve endings are firing at once. My, what a feeling! Pussy clenches her walls around my fingers as they continue to thrust. My thumb rubs harder and faster. Pussy explodes, as my legs violently shake, with my hips thrusting towards the mirror.
I need to see her sweet release and force my eyes to stay open. I love the erotic shapes my lips form, thanking Pussy with gasps and screams. I pull my fingers out to see her drip onto the cloth. I wish I could capture this picture painted in the mirror. My intimate first encounter with Pussy. She glistens in her wetness – so beautiful. I don’t know how long I sit and stare at her reflection in the mirror. Satiated best describes my mood.
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I dial his number and he answers with a single question, “Did you finally meet her?”
“Yes,” I whisper back smiling, knowing a whole new world is about to open up to me.
