1.03.2005
- As he slept soundly the next room, I dug out my newest discovery. As we were moving furniture this weekend, I found an old porn stash, including a book of porn. Nothing in the world gets me off like the written word. If you've ever seen the movie Threesome, I'm the girl squirming on the library table while a innocent young man reads big words out of the dictionary. So, needless to say, this was a wonderful find.
Tonight, I started re-reading it, for mental pleasure only, I've never been able to orgasm without aid, either a second person, or a battery operated toy. For some reason, my own hands just don't cut it for me. Even the addition of a piercing through my hood hadn't helped. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Just informing. So, I started tonight with no goal in mind, just some pre-slumber amusement.
I read my way through boy on girl, girl on girl, toy on girl, girl on self, paint on girl, ice on girl, so many short stories I can't even keep them straight, all the while, playing with my new Christmas present, a short banana barbell for my hood. Much different than the previous capitive bead ring, a much harsher sensation, very very nice. Soon, though, the stories became too tame. This was a book "borrowed" years ago from a very vanilla friend, and didn't cut it for my rather un-vanilla mood. So, on to the web, where a quick search of my favorite site brought up a very satisfactory story about a personal favorite of mine, lesbian fisting. I love fisting, love the feeling of fullness, but I'm very small boned, and he is very large boned. Makes for rather painful fisting. Very very orgasmic, but very very painful afterward. I have yet to fufill my fantasy of being fisted by a woman. Someday, I hope. No, scratch that. Someday, I know. All good things come to those who wait, and I'm very patient.
As I read, I continued to rub at my clit, occasionally dropping down to play with the ever increasing amount of juices flowing from my cunt. After just one page, I was quite amazed at the feeling slowly rising in me, that wonderful pre-orgasm wave that was slowly starting in my depths. My first instinct was to sneak into the dark bedroom and try to retrieve a toy to help, but a moment later, a little stubborn voice inside me piped up, telling me to see how far I could go. I had never made it this far before, why not keep going? So, I did.
I pinched my clit, rubbing that hard little metal ball back and forth under the hood, then backed off for more juice. I rubbed hard, like I had seen porn stars do, but have never had success with myself. Today, success. The wave kept increasing, then, with startling suddenness, broke over me.
Short.
That is my biggest memory of my first non-assisted orgasm. Intense, almost as triumphant as my first fisting, but much more pleasant afterwards. Wet, very wet, I never imagined getting this wet with nothing my me. Amazing, simply amazing. Is this what all my friends did, while I franticly searched for larger and more interesting things to shove into my hungry cunt? Is this what they enjoyed while I wore out batteries by myself and with boyfriends?
Wow. Have I been missing it.