Sunday, February 15, 2009

Once upon a time.... a woman tells a story via email

- Tell me a story

- now? Over email?

- Sure. The boss is out, I need a little something to get me through the day.
- Okay…… hmmmm…. The other day I was watching porn. Is that a good start?

- As good as any. Is it a true story?

- does it matter?

- Not really.

- Ha Ha!

So, I was watching porn. I was watching a woman masturbate. I got to thinking, I don't know what I look like down below. I am intimately familiar with how I feel; I’ve just never really examined myself before. I wondered, do I look like her? What would my clitoris look like when engorged? How slick and wet am I when I come? These questions, and more, flow through my mind as I watch the woman playing with herself. I’m slightly surprised it has never occurred to me to look before, but I guess I’ve always been more interested in how things feel rather than how they appear.

- Really? You’ve never looked.

- Sure, I’ve looked, just not examined. You are so much more visual than I am. I know enjoy looking, watching….filming. But that’s another story. In this story, I am alone with my curiosity.

- I remember the filming…

- Are you going to let me tell you this story?

- Sorry

- You should be. Where was I? Determined to rectify the situation, I get off the bed to find a mirror. Finding a hand held mirror in the bathroom, I slip off my underwear, and climb back onto the bed. Propping the mirror up against the footboard of the bed, I position myself in the middle of the bed, leaning against the head board. This affords me an unobstructed view of both the woman in the movie and myself in the mirror. I spread my legs nice and wide, pull my skirt up over my thighs so I have an unobstructed view of my…. This is where I always get into difficulty, what do I call it?

- Pussy, I like pussy. Get on with it

- Don’t rush me. You’ll enjoy it more if I tell it slower.

Anyway, I discovered we don’t look much alike at all. I'm not nearly as big as she is….my anatomy is more discreet, shall I say?

Well, seeing as she was a professional, I thought I would follow her lead. She was rubbing her clitoris with two fingers. I separated the folds of skin with my fingers, found my clit and started to rub. Very gently at first, in fact it was more a caress than a rub. - Damn

- Watching and feeling at the same time was a new and very enjoyable experience. It feels like I’m melting starting from the point where my fingers make contact with my clitoris but it spreads out and through me. But also like watching my pale fingers contrast against the warmer pink flesh between my legs. Are you still with me?

- uh huh. Keep going.

- The heat radiates out from the contact point relaxing and exciting me simultaneously. The heat reaches my breasts, which begin to tingle. I increase the pressure on my clit a fraction. Soon, my heart rate is climbing and my breathing is doing that hiccupy thing it does when I am excited.

- I like that hiccupy thing…

- I wanted to see what it would look like if I put my finger inside me. I press my forefinger into my pussy and close my eyes for a second or two to concentrate on how it hot and wet I am. It’s easy to get lost in how it feels but I am supposed to be watching myself too.
When I opened my eyes I find I can’t see anything in the mirror; my hand is in the way, I move my hand slightly so I can see. It looks like my finger was being swallowed by a tight soft red mouth. I put a second finger in.

The folds of my vagina press against my fingers. (It’s quite tight in there, you know?).

- Yeah, I know. :)

- Experimenting a little, I tighten the muscles of my vagina to see if I could tell the difference, to see if I got tighter. I did.

I can only imagine what that would feel like around your dick. If, when I tighten my muscles around you it feels like you are being drawn deeper and deeper inside me…

- Damn, woman.

- I explore the inside of my vagina with my fingers, searching for my happy spot. I find it, curl the tips of both fingers against it and rock my hips slightly on the bed. The warm soft feeling is rapidly being replaced by a far more urgent feeling. I am no longer relaxed, I need more.

By this time I am having a difficult time watching myself in the mirror. I want to close my eyes and focus only on the sensations of my fingers stroking the inside of my pussy, but I force myself to watch. I also watch the woman on my computer, imagining we are masturbating together.

Would you like to watch me masturbate with another woman?
- Hell yes!

- Put it on the list. I'm almost done. Are you still with me?

- Very funny… get on with it!

- The inside of my pussy is very slick at this point. My breathing, more like panting and my hips are moving almost involuntarily on the bed. With my free hand, I pull my shirt down, freeing my breasts. I take a handful of boob; my nipples harden quickly under the attention of my fingers, stroking, rolling and lightly pinching.
I am very close to coming with the clitoral stimulation alone which, as you know, is very unusual for me. I decide to make myself come without any more vaginal penetration, no fingers, no toys, no nothing. I want to experience a clitoral orgasm. I press even harder on my clit, cupping my hand over my pubic bone to add more pressure. The mirror has been forgotten by this stage. There isn't much else in my mind but making myself come.... I let my head fall back, I don’t care how much noise I make. I writhe on the bed, my hips working furiously with my hand driving me closer and closer.

Then I come.

It is a very sharp and intense orgasm, radiating through my whole abdomen. I think I may have shouted but I am not paying attention to anything but the feeling of release, which lasts for what seems like forever. When it is over I lie on the bed panting, thoroughly exhausted. I smell of sex and sweat and my fingers taste like pussy and I am very pleased with myself.

So…how was that story?

- I’ll meet you in the supply closet in five minutes.

- Can’t. I have work to do.

- You can be such a bitch!

- I know. ;-)

PS. It is a true story. Next time you can watch…

TTFN

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