I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. Letting my mind wander where it will. Imagining that all the thoughts of the day were floating away, I became aware of my complete physicality. My skin, pale and clear. My eyes, blue and sleepy. My hair, clean and soft.
Blinkingly, I watched the candle light flicker and dance. The thin spiral of translucent smoke wafting a spring scent around my bed. I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched my arm to grasp my wine glass from the bedside table. I tasted the the last mouthful, rolling it around my mouth a little before swallowing.
Untying a silk scarf from the headrest, I pulled it slowly over my face and let it rest there. My hands rested on my thighs. I began to fantasise. My mind freely transporting me to this persons bed and that persons arms.
Caressing my breasts lightly with one hand, I let the other explore my vulva. I pulled a wet finger down the length of my neck and across my shoulders. It felt good. I did it again.
I draped the scarf over my nipples. It was soft and made my skin goosepimple in its wake.
Pushing down the palm of my hand on to my clitoris, I moaned just a little. I changed the pressure, making it harder and faster. The sexual pressure was just beginning to build.
Smearing lube on my hands, I inserted one finger inside my vagina. It slid in quietly and my nipples hardened. Quickly pulling it out, I tugged at my labia and giggled. Its always tickly there.
I started feeling really aroused, so I backed down a little bit, using a softer pressure to slow things down. The sexual tension built again. I wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible by not rushing to orgasm. When I felt like I was on the brink, I stopped and twisted the nipples in between my thumb and middle finger. The pleasure began to subside a little, so I started building up again until I reached the brink again. Over and over. Eventually, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
I started breathing deeply when I felt the intense pleasure. Now, i was letting the sexual energy flow through my body instead of trying to fight against it. Rocking my pelvis against my hand, I built up a rhythm. Clenching my pelvic muscles tighter and tighter in tandem with rocking my pelvis and I began to caress my anus slowly. It felt so good.
The orgasm began , I continued doing exactly what I was doing, just lightening the pressure so that I could feel each orgasmic wave blast through me. The surge of pleasure shot through my brain. Different parts of the orgasm making me both release and internalise at the same time. I fell into my transcendental experience.
I laughed a little at my success. In the glow that followed, I rested my head on the white pillow, and stared at my fingers for a while as they twitched. Sliding my nakedness under my quilt, I fell asleep.
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