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An afternoon's onanistic odyessey...
3/10/2005 2:08 pm Last Read: |
I lay curled on one side of the bed, trying to warm the chilly sheets, tucking my head into the crease between two pillows as the afternoon sun pours in. As the bed begins to warm, my thoughts drift....nothing particular, just on a generally erotic stream of consciousness...imagining someones hands upon my back, on my breasts, pinching and squeezing. I reach between my legs and, of course, I was already somewhat slippery and moist. Slowly sliding my index and middle fingers so that they straddled the hardening flesh of my clit, I keep my legs pressed together , building the friction, until I cant stand it any more. Extending both legs, I roll onto my back, legs sliding apart, as I increase the pressure against my clit, my pussy wetter. I quickly approach orgasm....then stall. How annoying...I considered digging out my vibrator, but dont quite want to. Moving one hand upwards, I grope in the bedside table....there they are. Once or twice, someone has been in my room and seen them on the table, even played with them, but I don't think anyone really has ever questioned why the heck there are two clothespins just sitting there....my friends probably just assume theyre for some illicit purpose anyway. And they are correct. I take the first and bring it down to where my nipple is peeking furtively from beneath the comforter, open it and let it go. Delicious pinching...I take the second, and apply it to the other. Not as tight this one...I move it closer to the edge of my nipples...there. much better...one hand strays over my belly and back down to my pussy, now hot and oozing. I rub my clit, pinching the lips and stroking gently, then harder...my other hand takes hold of one of the clothespin and twists it tighter. Involuntarily, my back arches up from the bed, my head thrown back, low moaning deep within my throat...and out of nowhere comes the thought could you stop now? I do, and it is like being thrown against a wall. Breath uneven, I pull my fingers from my cunt, put them in my mouth, and taste them. Rubbing my thighs together, I continue to tease myself, wondering how long Ill be able to stand it. Not very....within a few minutes, twisting on the nipple clamping mercilessly on my breast, I cannot wait any longer, and plunge my fingers back towards the slick confines of my cunt. Pushing my hips upward, pounding my clit with my hand, head rolled to one side eyes wide open staring into nothingness, I feel the inevitable beginnings of my orgasm...legs shaking and then tensing, odd grunts and half purrs sounding strange to my own ears, as my nipples are, impossibly, even harder than before, making the pins clamp even crueler. Even as the first part of the orgasm dies away, the tiniest movement of my hand on my clit sends me over the edge again, and I cannot withhold a strangled gasp, the blood pounding in my ears as I keep coming, and coming...pulling off the clothespins, I roll onto my belly and continue to stroke my pussy, the change of position creating a slightly different series of sensations....the musckes in my legs vibrating at a frequency that makes them seem slmost like shifting sand in an earthquake... Still coasting, my hand covered in my own juices, I rub myself against my fingers and feel my toes curl as the lingering tail end of my orgasm passes through my spine, sensitizing my skin so that every fold of the sheet is like a caress....  Mollena
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 3/11/2005 3:20 am |
Damn girl, you are poetic. Now I am going to be late for work. For newcomers and not so newcomers. Arm yourself with knowledge
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3/11/2005 6:36 am |
blue, I'd go abuse myself too, but I'm unable to move. What a morning wake-up read that was!
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3/11/2005 7:04 am |
Pay it forward, baby! xoxo ~Mollena Mollena
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