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Not close enough. I couldn’t get close enough to myself. I loved
the way my lips felt, the smooth, taut skin there– I held myself
for a moment, just to recall the shape of myself, just to hear my
sigh as I moved my thumb over the sensitive ridges.
Masturbating Mania
My hands found my nipples again. I was hoping to bring myself
back to the state of arousal I had felt before. But on further
inspection, namely moving down to touch my thighs, I found that I
was still as ready as I had been before, if not more so. Because
I could feel my warmth as I continued up until my hand brushed
against the stiffness of my clit and I moaned, one of my soft
small sounds that I love to hear. More sounds then, as I
continued to stroke myself, a slight bit of pressure now
Fingering Orgasm
And my finger was inside me again, increasing the pleasure I was
feeling. As I rubbed myself and then, for a few heart-stopping
seconds, gently tugged on my clit, I could feel myself moving my
other fingers in and out of me. I don’t know how I’ve always
known just how I want to be touched; I haven’t ever thought about
it. I haven’t needed to. And this was no exception. As I
continued more deliberately, I felt my whole body begin to
tremble, felt a hard surge of some darkly wonderful heat.
I knew then that I was almost there, because, although I’m not
sure, I think I was being rather vocal. I seem to remember that
I spoke my own name, and I am almost certain that I cried out as
I felt first the few seconds of utter rigidity, then the
fluttering pleasure that made my body convulse again and again as
I came. And I caressed my thigh once I was still, brought my
juicy hand to my mouth as I rested there, completely relaxed and
absolutely alive.
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Other concerns like passing pedestrians, walking by on their way
into the theater.
I clearly remember what happened next. My warm breath came fast,
and the knowledge that I had excited myself so was almost as
delicious as the feel of my finger as it traced my sensitive
lips. I moved along the outside, as I had done before, then
stroked myself teasingly with my fingers before devoting my thumb
to flicking my clit back and forth, slowly at first, then faster.