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.