I discovered masturbation and orgasm from masturbation relatively late in girlhood. I remember the day, bright and sunny. I was 19. Everything happened for me that year.
Watching these women talking about masturbation I felt my body stir. The brain...that most sensitive sexual organ began to stir and with it those feelings in my pelvis, my breasts, my nipples. That mild ache and pleasure of things moving. As it built, I toyed with the idea of experimenting. I have never come without touch. I wondered if I could bring myself to orgasm with just thought and not deed.
It was a calming and provocative listening to the fluid, sensual french tongue. The feeling of fullness ripened in my pink flesh. I was wet with excitement and knew that I could perhaps come without touch if I relaxed and gave it time. My nipples tingled and hardened. My hand slid down to my slickness and brushed my clit. It was this that was my downfall. So good was that touch that I couldn't pull my fingers away. Why should I? The sensual women were telling me that this is good and right for me. Who was I to argue?
The waves of pleasure drove through me, circling out from the rhythmic tightening of my cunt, joining in pleasure through my whole body. Muscles gripping, blood flushing to the tips of my toes and the top of my scalp. I love those waves as they move through me in a dichotomy of relaxation and frenzied way. Coming at my own hand is a different sensation than coming from His. There is a warmth and relaxation that doesn't happen when Sir pushes the buttons. His buttons breed a pure intensity that exhausts.
I lay spent but relaxed. I haven't come for what feels weeks! Actually it is weeks I think. I slid my fingers down for a second time and dripping in my own juice, came so quickly my eyes almost popped out of my head! It is not often that I have been able to come with little's fingers more than once and without the aid of a mecanical device.
A very pleased little. *coy smile*