The toy is pretty, a deep dark pink, I’m not really one for toys for myself; my fingers are nimble and skilled and know my body well.
I stroke it, it is soft, like that impossibly smooth skin on the inside lips of my labia, the kind of smooth that is warm and inviting, that you can stroke and stroke just for the joy of having it against your fingertips. I bring it to my mouth and run it over my lips, lick it to see how it feels against my tongue, like satin.
I turn on some porn, something impossible with helplessness and careless cruelty, slick my fingers with a little lube and slip them down over my clit. I don’t normally use lube, the slippery feel is distracting, but the rhythm comes quickly and naturally, my body adjusting, responding. I feel the arousal build and I play with the familiar sensations, bringing it up slowly, getting some momentum.
Muscles start to tense involuntarily, I concentrate on images of violent fucking and non consent and slip my fingers into my cunt, lifting my hips slightly to meet them. I slide the toy along the spread wetness of my lips and press gently, in stages fuck myself onto it, feeling the resistance as the head of it slides inside, then the settling as my pussy envelopes it.
I angle the toy up against the wall of my pussy, distracted by it, but pushing on. A couple of swipes of slippery fingertips over my clit to get back on track, feeling the hardness of it now, slick, reluctant to let my fingers wander off. I ignore my pelvis’ insistent pushing towards my retreating fingers, determined not to give in to its desperate command.
I angle the toy, pumping gently, pushing upwards… there, then there… no THERE… THERETHERETHERE… I grit my teeth… trying to get the angle and position right… god, THERE. I try to keep the heel of my hand off my clit, though my body has other ideas, shifting of its own accord to get some contact, lifting off the bed.
I lose the spot, relax for a moment, some deep breaths, no hurry, my mind backtracking to the dirty violence, a low moan… finding the angle again and the pressure and the speed and making those small movements into my cunt, trying to push harder against that spot, faster, then harder, faster, fasterfasterthere and to my surprise I feel myself coming, everything tensing, reaching for it, trying to make sure there’s no contact with my clit, I utter an ‘Oh…’, then ‘Oh!… oh… oh… ohohoh ohohhhh!!!’ as my hips lift off the bed and the familiar waves rock my entire body.
Afterwards, I’m shocked… ‘Oh my god… ohmygod…’
I touch my clit, it is sensitive, ticklish, like it always is after I come, even though I wasn’t touching it when I came, was I, was I? I’m not quite sure now.
This is my first ever g-spot orgasm (yes, truly!), I really can’t believe it. I just opened up a whole new world of possibilities.
Now, that was hot!
The Naked Husband: “Now, that was hot!”
*smile* Thank you!
Congratulations! What a momentous occasion! Thank you for sharing in your 'oh' so lovely way!
Now try not to spend hours doing this… it causes cramping in the backs of your thighs… *smiles sweet* not sure how I know this!
Sweets: “Congratulations! What a momentous occasion!”
I know!! Shocker! (funny thing to get 'congratulations' over… heh)…
“Now try not to spend hours doing this… it causes cramping in the backs of your thighs… *smiles sweet* not sure how I know this!”
*laugh* Advice from those more experienced (in the *theory* of course), is always welcome… Thank you.
*Drools, tongue flops out of mouth, unravels onto floor*
One of the great things about your writing Ferns, is your ability to pull the reader in, like they are in the same room as you. Which, coincidently is exactly where this reader wants to be.
Are you sure you're using that thing properly, Ma'am?
If you need some help with the instructions next time please feel free give me a call me at work or home..night or day … weekends and holidays too! We'll walk through those tricky diagrams and complex instructions in a safe, sane way.
Angus of America
Really? REALLY? The first? WOW!
Though I usually have to stop when the carpal tunnel syndrome shows up in my wrist! Or at least make the boy take over.
I wonder how good it would be for You to let Your fingers free to rub Your clit as the vibe does its g-spot thing. It works amazingly well for my Mistress.
Peroxide: “One of the great things about your writing Ferns, is your ability to pull the reader in, like they are in the same room as you. Which, coincidently is exactly where this reader wants to be.”
That wasn't you? Oh hell, who *was* that then?
Angus of America: “Are you sure you're using that thing properly, Ma'am?”
I'm not sure, no… but you know, practice makes perfect!
“If you need some help with the instructions next time please feel free give me a call me at work or home..night or day … weekends and holidays too!”
Thank you for your generous and helpful offer. I'll give you a call later on today, then a little while after that, and maybe a little while after that, mmkay?
Maggie: “Really? REALLY? The first? WOW!”
Yes, really!!! *laugh*
I used to try waaay back when the g-spot was all the rage and after a lot of 'ho hum nothing', I just figured that I was one of the majority of women for whom it just wasn't going to work and moved on.
Then I saw women raving about this gorgeous toy, and it just was so pretty, I thought 'why not?!'
Maybe my body has changed, or maybe it is the particular shape (i.e. not just a 'dildo' shape), I really don't know, though I would, obviously, recommend it to anyone…
robert: “Congratulations Ferns!”
Thanks robert (so weird to get congratulations about this!!).
“I wonder how good it would be for You to let Your fingers free to rub Your clit as the vibe does its g-spot thing.”
*smile* Yes, that absolutely intensifies my orgasms (and isn't a revelation, sorry), but it's a completely different thing from a solely vaginal orgasm because the primary focus was always my clit.
What happened to talking about this being “crass”? =P
One of the great things about your writing Ferns, is your ability to pull the reader in . . . .”
Oh yes. I was very much pulled into that. In fact, parts of me might still be lost in it, and happily so . . . . OK, that's enough lascivious – not to say pretty damned obvious – metaphors from me.
Miss Ferns – that was painfully horny.
Another thing, maybe the main thing – at the same time as feeling the things that any hettie male would feel, reading that – I actually felt it from your point of view, too. Gadzooks, I came close to feeling that I had my own vagina! Some feat of writing. Full marks on facilitating empathy across the gender divide!
Sir Puppington Lothian.
Brids: “What happened to talking about this being “crass”?”
It's totally crass; I do like a bit of crass.
puppy: “Miss Ferns – that was painfully horny.”
Painful and horny… that sounds pretty good to me.
“I actually felt it from your point of view, too. Gadzooks, I came close to feeling that I had my own vagina! Some feat of writing. Full marks on facilitating empathy across the gender divide!”
*smile* It is my aim in life to encourage fabulous submissive men to feel my vagina as if it were their very own… heh.
I feel like I should buy you some champagne to celebrate. Even though I’m a year late. *smile*