Fingering Orgasm
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.
