Masturbation
01 Mar 2019


Standing with my back turned toward the water spraying from the showerhead, hair lathered with conditioner, I run the soap over my skin: over my arms, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my rear, calves...

I lean against the wall of the shower, and run the soap under my one foot, wash, rinse, then the other foot, wash, and rinse.

Replacing the soap in the container, I resume my washing ritual, running the lathered spunge over the surface of my skin. Over my throat and neck, ears, under my breasts and arms, every crevice of my body except for one.

After rinsing off the soap, I reach for the bottle of intimate wash, squeezing a small amount into the palm of my hand. Reaching down, I gently wash the outer part of my pubic area, letting my fingers dwell on the short stubble that has grown since I shaved two days ago. Reaching down further I slide my soapy hand over the outer lips, washing gently, and then inside, lingering for a moment before applying gentle pressure on the sensitive area around my clitoris.

Closing my eyes at the feeling of pleasure, I start to slowly massage, circling, avoiding the most sensitive point, only sporadically allowing my fingers to touch it.

I succumb to the promise of pleasure, increasing the pressure of my fingertips. The rotations become faster, the motions smaller. The focus of the movements become centered, the pressure ever so slightly increased.

The water on my back is too warm, but I ignore it, reserving my attention purely on the waves of pleasure washing over my senses.

I can feel the edge getting closer, my muscles tensing, my head bent forward, all my energy focussed on one tiny area of my existence.

The promise of extacy draws closer. Almost, almost there... I force my thoughts to remain focussed, knowing my gratification is imminent.

I allow myself to hear his voice "Come on Jess, come on... You have twenty seconds to cum. Only twenty seconds. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..."

The intensity of my focussed energy increases with every second. "...ten, nine, eight..."

Nothing exists outside this moment on the edge of euphoria. "...five, four, three..."

Wave upon wave it surges over my soul, my body continuously shuddering with intoxicating pleasure, over and over and over again. The explosion of power, fire, the essence of bliss inside me!

...And gradually, gently, slowly decreasing...

Diminishing...

Depleted.

And at last - contented relief.

Tags: masterbation, orgasm


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