My mouth is dry - I'm not sure what I'm doing as I'm so wet. The control is being set up - I'm nearly orgasming in anticipation.
My skin in tingling all over - like the feeling you get if you touch a battery with your tongue.
This has been an incredible couple of days - first the hot weather and the delicious images, then having the two reality/fantasy episodes with multiple orgasms.
Then today I told myself to stop being prissy and have a go playing fantasies online at Literotica - TM6 played for a while and it was fun teaching him a little about how to set up a discrete seduction fanstasy based on a crowded subway train - and to his credit he wasn't insisting on being told how large or small my tits are, and laughed at my joke about male SR players having 12 inch dicks.
Then along came V....
She sent me the most amazing story she wrote. This is very arousing - it builds beautifully with lots of imagery. If I ordered a story to have an orgasm then this would be it.
Anyway in the spirit of sharing - and I get off on not knowing who is reading this - a bit like masturbating myself to orgasm on a well lit stage with a dark auditorium. (Now that's an idea for a fantasy....)
.... this is what I wrote to her ...
That is so hot. I get to paragraph 5 – “Your nipples are hard"….. this is so what I want in my control fantasy – you have it bang on the nail. Christ, I’m getting so wet, I'm all shivery and my vagina is giving huge spasms that are making me rock backwards and forwards on my computer chair, I have read it three times now –
I’m lost from here on in, Aaaargh.
This is absolutely amazing - you could have written it for me. The juice from my vagina has soaked through my jeans. I squeeze my thighs together to heighten the feelings.
V – you are a star.
Can I ask you to do something for me?
Would you try a little control fantasy with me?
Maybe along the lines of my blog? Or this story?
And she has said "Yes."
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Friday, 5 June 2009
Can you tell if I’m Bisexual?
I feel I’m on the verge of a break through or sexual melt down.
Why do I think this?
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
I have been struggling with a question – and until yesterday I didn’t even realise it was THE question.
Am I bisexual?
The evidence would seem to be overwhelming
–an open and shut case, M'lud.
And that is…..
My preferred sexual fantasies – i.e. those that deliver me to the (best) shuddering orgasms are about having sex with women.
But all that is in my imagination – I have never had any real experience
– I’m innocent, M’lud
So how do we prove the case?
Before I jump on the nearest woman I’d like a clearer idea of which way I might jump.
Don’t want to be called a clit tease if it gets to the crunch and I can’t munch…..
With most other questions you’d ask a friend, an intimate or maybe your Mum or Google it.
The essence of the question is….
Does having vivid and satisfying fantasy sex with women mean you are bi-sexual?
Anyone out there who could help me answer that question? – I need an expert!
Why do I think this?
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
I have been struggling with a question – and until yesterday I didn’t even realise it was THE question.
Am I bisexual?
The evidence would seem to be overwhelming
–an open and shut case, M'lud.
And that is…..
My preferred sexual fantasies – i.e. those that deliver me to the (best) shuddering orgasms are about having sex with women.
But all that is in my imagination – I have never had any real experience
– I’m innocent, M’lud
So how do we prove the case?
Before I jump on the nearest woman I’d like a clearer idea of which way I might jump.
Don’t want to be called a clit tease if it gets to the crunch and I can’t munch…..
With most other questions you’d ask a friend, an intimate or maybe your Mum or Google it.
The essence of the question is….
Does having vivid and satisfying fantasy sex with women mean you are bi-sexual?
Anyone out there who could help me answer that question? – I need an expert!
Chapter 2 – My nearly second lesbian experience
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
Same time, same place – next day. Very like yesterday I awoke wet and because I’m a clit addict, my fingers went to that special place and continued the arousal that had started in my unremembered dream.
This time I was much wetter – the place between wet and wetter – that might sound strange but it is what happens when there hasn’t been any external activity to move the juice from inside the vagina forward to the clit. So to create that glorious slipperiness you have to dip your fingers in the heavenly well. I did this and began to get that feeling of concentration of sensation in my vagina – as though that is the only part of my body where the nerve endings are working.
I have that feeling now – writing this.
The next stage is juice flooding everywhere…….. and my clit jolting –its muscles contracting without my control - completely delicious.
I thought this time the mechanical method might bring release. I suppose someone reading this blog might get the impression that I masturbate for the fun of it – not so – I need to do it to release the sexual tension. A bit like needing food to live.
So being able to reach orgasm simply by using one fingers and not needing one’s mind is a very much easier process.
But before that could happen there was another picture. Of my fantasy sexual partner from yesterday – the real woman.
I can tell from what she says that this is our second encounter. She takes my hand and we run to another room. This time she says “Close your eyes”.
When she tells me to open them she is standing very close to me, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me very softly all over my face – including my eyes. Her hands go to my shirt and she pulls it over my head, she unclips my bra and puts it on a chair. She then arches her fingers and with her nails scratches me all over my torso – her nails hardly touch me – she is caressing and teasing me – it is exquisitely arousing.
I tell her that I will have to take my knickers off if I want to wear them for the rest of the day. “In a minute,” she says as she flattens her fingers and the scratching becomes stroking with her fingertips. My nipples are engorged and the whole surface of my breasts is tingling. She runs her fingers down to the top of my skirt.
“Mmm,” she says and unbuttons my skirt, pulls down my knickers and puts them on the chair – like yesterday it feels as though everything is in slow motion and somehow that intensifies the sensations.
She kneels down in front of me and runs her fingers across my pubic hair – her fingers hardly touch me – I can feel each hair triggering a little electric shock as she touches it. Her fingers continue down my outer labia and as they come back she inserts the middle one to kiss my clit as it passes.
She says to me “I want you to tell me how this feels – I want this to be mind blowing.” I know she doesn’t mean the dirty talk, she wants to understand how to pleasure me. That is so touching.
She tongues my clit and I direct her actions – she is right – it is mind blowing – the best sex I have ever had.
I ask her to put her tongue in my vagina and fuck me with it – as she does this I give little thrusts with my hips to signal the speed and depth of her actions. I tell her how amazing it is feeling, what my muscles are doing. This is very special and the first time I have had this rapport with a sexual partner.
My orgasm is building, I can feel my vaginal muscles closing on her tongue. “I want to touch you,” I say and start to pull her up. I kiss all my juice off her face with little licking movements – she kisses me back, deeply with her tongue.
I tell her that it’s not fair that she still has her clothes on – “Well, undress me then,” she replies.I slip off her shirt and plant tiny kisses on her breasts. I go to unzip her skirt and she stops me.
“I want you to do to me what you did in your blog – you know, when you wrote about seeing panties on the train.”
I tell her I’ll do that but only if she tells me how it feels.
I kneel before her and do as she asks. I slide the soft silky fabric up her legs to reveal white lacy pants – they are totally delicious – made entirely of flimsy cotton lace – very fine and with a pattern that showcases her beautiful mound and lips. I go to slip them off and again she stops me.
“I want you to stroke and rub me with them still on – I want to get so wet that you can suck my juice through the lace.”
It was fantastic to be doing what she wants. I use my fingers and my tongue to press the lace into her slit. I flick her clit with my tongue. She tells me what her muscles are doing, how good this feels and how wet she is getting. That she is enjoying it and getting very aroused is very exciting for me and my clit is clenching as well.
We both laugh as I make loud sucking noises – just like getting up the last of the milkshake.
She asks me to take off her knickers and suck her to orgasm – she explains that she wants us to learn how to give each other orgasms as well as having them.
I slip the wet lace off her body – she has a beautiful navel and channels where her legs join her hips – it’s as though her body is pointing you at her clit – at her centre.
She is still standing up as I suck her clit. She holds my head and says “I’m going to fuck you now.” She thrusts her mound against my face. My nose and mouth are surrounded by her labia – it is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Her skin is soft and silky, her clit is surprising hard, and her inner lips are quite plump. Her movements create a suction effect that alternately draws in air and draws out juice. She has a violent orgasm and I have to hold her hips in the circle of my arms to keep my face in that magical place. I know the exact moment that she orgasms as her juice changes flavour and texture – it is sharper and more viscous. I am able to lick it all up as she shudders and trembles back down to the plateau.
She kneels down and gazes into my eyes, she holds my face and says “That was truly mind blowing – I never realised sex could be like that.”
She gently pushes me back onto the carpet. She bends my knees and lifts them apart, much like the internal examination using the stirrups that most of us females are familiar with – we joke about that. She explains that she wants to pleasure me and see how my body changes when I’m excited – that she will look and I will describe. I lie back, she strokes my clit with her tongue, she slides her fingers into my vagina, she scratches my G-spot, she looks intently at me. I tell her how my orgasm is building. I feel my vaginal opening enlarging and contracting rhythmically. It builds to a crescendo and as I reach the peak she shrieks, ‘I can see it, you are cumming,” and I do. I then hear her say, “Your juice is still coming out in little gushes, as the muscles move.”
It takes 5 minutes for me to stop shuddering and shaking.
It is wonderful to know that you are doing exactly what someone desires.
The orgasm I had in reality was immense – and for the first time I was able to bring myself to three peaks. Do other women have multiple orgasms when they masturbate? Another of my unanswered questions.
Same time, same place – next day. Very like yesterday I awoke wet and because I’m a clit addict, my fingers went to that special place and continued the arousal that had started in my unremembered dream.
This time I was much wetter – the place between wet and wetter – that might sound strange but it is what happens when there hasn’t been any external activity to move the juice from inside the vagina forward to the clit. So to create that glorious slipperiness you have to dip your fingers in the heavenly well. I did this and began to get that feeling of concentration of sensation in my vagina – as though that is the only part of my body where the nerve endings are working.
I have that feeling now – writing this.
The next stage is juice flooding everywhere…….. and my clit jolting –its muscles contracting without my control - completely delicious.
I thought this time the mechanical method might bring release. I suppose someone reading this blog might get the impression that I masturbate for the fun of it – not so – I need to do it to release the sexual tension. A bit like needing food to live.
So being able to reach orgasm simply by using one fingers and not needing one’s mind is a very much easier process.
But before that could happen there was another picture. Of my fantasy sexual partner from yesterday – the real woman.
I can tell from what she says that this is our second encounter. She takes my hand and we run to another room. This time she says “Close your eyes”.
When she tells me to open them she is standing very close to me, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me very softly all over my face – including my eyes. Her hands go to my shirt and she pulls it over my head, she unclips my bra and puts it on a chair. She then arches her fingers and with her nails scratches me all over my torso – her nails hardly touch me – she is caressing and teasing me – it is exquisitely arousing.
I tell her that I will have to take my knickers off if I want to wear them for the rest of the day. “In a minute,” she says as she flattens her fingers and the scratching becomes stroking with her fingertips. My nipples are engorged and the whole surface of my breasts is tingling. She runs her fingers down to the top of my skirt.
“Mmm,” she says and unbuttons my skirt, pulls down my knickers and puts them on the chair – like yesterday it feels as though everything is in slow motion and somehow that intensifies the sensations.
She kneels down in front of me and runs her fingers across my pubic hair – her fingers hardly touch me – I can feel each hair triggering a little electric shock as she touches it. Her fingers continue down my outer labia and as they come back she inserts the middle one to kiss my clit as it passes.
She says to me “I want you to tell me how this feels – I want this to be mind blowing.” I know she doesn’t mean the dirty talk, she wants to understand how to pleasure me. That is so touching.
She tongues my clit and I direct her actions – she is right – it is mind blowing – the best sex I have ever had.
I ask her to put her tongue in my vagina and fuck me with it – as she does this I give little thrusts with my hips to signal the speed and depth of her actions. I tell her how amazing it is feeling, what my muscles are doing. This is very special and the first time I have had this rapport with a sexual partner.
My orgasm is building, I can feel my vaginal muscles closing on her tongue. “I want to touch you,” I say and start to pull her up. I kiss all my juice off her face with little licking movements – she kisses me back, deeply with her tongue.
I tell her that it’s not fair that she still has her clothes on – “Well, undress me then,” she replies.I slip off her shirt and plant tiny kisses on her breasts. I go to unzip her skirt and she stops me.
“I want you to do to me what you did in your blog – you know, when you wrote about seeing panties on the train.”
I tell her I’ll do that but only if she tells me how it feels.
I kneel before her and do as she asks. I slide the soft silky fabric up her legs to reveal white lacy pants – they are totally delicious – made entirely of flimsy cotton lace – very fine and with a pattern that showcases her beautiful mound and lips. I go to slip them off and again she stops me.
“I want you to stroke and rub me with them still on – I want to get so wet that you can suck my juice through the lace.”
It was fantastic to be doing what she wants. I use my fingers and my tongue to press the lace into her slit. I flick her clit with my tongue. She tells me what her muscles are doing, how good this feels and how wet she is getting. That she is enjoying it and getting very aroused is very exciting for me and my clit is clenching as well.
We both laugh as I make loud sucking noises – just like getting up the last of the milkshake.
She asks me to take off her knickers and suck her to orgasm – she explains that she wants us to learn how to give each other orgasms as well as having them.
I slip the wet lace off her body – she has a beautiful navel and channels where her legs join her hips – it’s as though her body is pointing you at her clit – at her centre.
She is still standing up as I suck her clit. She holds my head and says “I’m going to fuck you now.” She thrusts her mound against my face. My nose and mouth are surrounded by her labia – it is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Her skin is soft and silky, her clit is surprising hard, and her inner lips are quite plump. Her movements create a suction effect that alternately draws in air and draws out juice. She has a violent orgasm and I have to hold her hips in the circle of my arms to keep my face in that magical place. I know the exact moment that she orgasms as her juice changes flavour and texture – it is sharper and more viscous. I am able to lick it all up as she shudders and trembles back down to the plateau.
She kneels down and gazes into my eyes, she holds my face and says “That was truly mind blowing – I never realised sex could be like that.”
She gently pushes me back onto the carpet. She bends my knees and lifts them apart, much like the internal examination using the stirrups that most of us females are familiar with – we joke about that. She explains that she wants to pleasure me and see how my body changes when I’m excited – that she will look and I will describe. I lie back, she strokes my clit with her tongue, she slides her fingers into my vagina, she scratches my G-spot, she looks intently at me. I tell her how my orgasm is building. I feel my vaginal opening enlarging and contracting rhythmically. It builds to a crescendo and as I reach the peak she shrieks, ‘I can see it, you are cumming,” and I do. I then hear her say, “Your juice is still coming out in little gushes, as the muscles move.”
It takes 5 minutes for me to stop shuddering and shaking.
It is wonderful to know that you are doing exactly what someone desires.
The orgasm I had in reality was immense – and for the first time I was able to bring myself to three peaks. Do other women have multiple orgasms when they masturbate? Another of my unanswered questions.
Thursday, 4 June 2009
My nearly first lesbian experience
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Steamy in the hot weather
During my journey to the business meeting today.....
On the subway a woman invades my personal space. The carriage is very crowded and that leaves little room to compensate for the movement of the train and to avoid personal contact between bodies. I catch her eye and she smiles at me, I smile back.
I have to hold on with both hands as there is nowhere to lean, as the train lurches she apologises for falling against me - she looks into my eyes and I feel my pupils respond as the sensation, of having my mound cupped and squeezed, is transmitted to my brain. I take a sharp breath - my cunt is on fire.
She continues to look at me, smiles again and licks her lips. She looks down and I follow her eyes and see my nipples projecting through my shirt. I see her hand reach toward my body and cup my mound for a second time. I tremble.
She insinuates a finger between my lips, through the fabric of my skirt and panties and caresses my clit. Instantly my clit becomes erect and the juice starts to soak through onto her finger.
I close my eyes and she blows a gentle breath on my face. When I open them she winks at me and starts to lift the fabric of my skirt and push her hand between my legs. She gently slides her fingers under the lace of my panties and starts to stroke my clit in earnest.
I'm lost. She leans forwards and softly licks my ear, she slides 3 fingers up my vagina and goes unerringly to my G-spot. Within seconds I am quivering inside, lines of muscles contract in sequence and the juice released pools into her hand and all over my panties and legs. She reaches down and dips her other hand in this juice and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her fingers and then puts them in my mouth, as I suck them she mirrors the rhythm up my vagina.
I'm building towards orgasm and she must sense this as she thrusts harder - catching my clit with her thumb.
I shudder and spasm, this time with her whole hand in my mouth to stop the noise. As I come down I notice her looking to my left - there is a woman watching us who smiles and blows us a kiss - she mouths "Thank you".
I wish.......
On the subway a woman invades my personal space. The carriage is very crowded and that leaves little room to compensate for the movement of the train and to avoid personal contact between bodies. I catch her eye and she smiles at me, I smile back.
I have to hold on with both hands as there is nowhere to lean, as the train lurches she apologises for falling against me - she looks into my eyes and I feel my pupils respond as the sensation, of having my mound cupped and squeezed, is transmitted to my brain. I take a sharp breath - my cunt is on fire.
She continues to look at me, smiles again and licks her lips. She looks down and I follow her eyes and see my nipples projecting through my shirt. I see her hand reach toward my body and cup my mound for a second time. I tremble.
She insinuates a finger between my lips, through the fabric of my skirt and panties and caresses my clit. Instantly my clit becomes erect and the juice starts to soak through onto her finger.
I close my eyes and she blows a gentle breath on my face. When I open them she winks at me and starts to lift the fabric of my skirt and push her hand between my legs. She gently slides her fingers under the lace of my panties and starts to stroke my clit in earnest.
I'm lost. She leans forwards and softly licks my ear, she slides 3 fingers up my vagina and goes unerringly to my G-spot. Within seconds I am quivering inside, lines of muscles contract in sequence and the juice released pools into her hand and all over my panties and legs. She reaches down and dips her other hand in this juice and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her fingers and then puts them in my mouth, as I suck them she mirrors the rhythm up my vagina.
I'm building towards orgasm and she must sense this as she thrusts harder - catching my clit with her thumb.
I shudder and spasm, this time with her whole hand in my mouth to stop the noise. As I come down I notice her looking to my left - there is a woman watching us who smiles and blows us a kiss - she mouths "Thank you".
I wish.......
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Summer Heat....between the legs
New development today...
Not sure I know how to deal with this. Would appreciate some advice if any woman out there feels like coming in from the cold - from lurking on the periphery - to help me out here....
This isn't a dig at ~M - she is a star!
I was aroused by eye-contact with a woman today. She has a direct manner - gazes into my eyes - I'm sure there is a sexual message there:
"Yes, you are right - I recognise your interest and reciprocate."
I couldn't stop myself thinking about what her breasts looked like - under the fabric of her dress; what colour her pubic hair was; I lost the thread of our conversation.
I'm getting wet now, just writing about it.......
We spent an hour together working......
I wanted to run my fingers up the insides of her arms, trail my tongue up her legs from ankle to crotch, spreading her legs for me to see the soft freckled skin of her inner thighs; to lift her long hair from her pale neck and nuzzle her behind her pretty ears; to trace the outline of her lips with a wet finger and slip that finger in her mouth to be sucked gently.
Fuck, that is so potent an image.
I might even achieve the fantasy orgasm.
- on the other hand (sic) should I deny myself the exquisite pleasure of role playing her fingers on my clit.
Not sure I know how to deal with this. Would appreciate some advice if any woman out there feels like coming in from the cold - from lurking on the periphery - to help me out here....
This isn't a dig at ~M - she is a star!
I was aroused by eye-contact with a woman today. She has a direct manner - gazes into my eyes - I'm sure there is a sexual message there:
"Yes, you are right - I recognise your interest and reciprocate."
I couldn't stop myself thinking about what her breasts looked like - under the fabric of her dress; what colour her pubic hair was; I lost the thread of our conversation.
I'm getting wet now, just writing about it.......
We spent an hour together working......
I wanted to run my fingers up the insides of her arms, trail my tongue up her legs from ankle to crotch, spreading her legs for me to see the soft freckled skin of her inner thighs; to lift her long hair from her pale neck and nuzzle her behind her pretty ears; to trace the outline of her lips with a wet finger and slip that finger in her mouth to be sucked gently.
Fuck, that is so potent an image.
I might even achieve the fantasy orgasm.
- on the other hand (sic) should I deny myself the exquisite pleasure of role playing her fingers on my clit.
Monday, 1 June 2009
Summer Sexual Festival - Being a Voyeur
Different tack altogether…
Summer in the city – don’t you just love summer – the possibilities for fantasies seem endless.
This was brought forcefully to me to today – from the time I arrived at the train station – a delicious combination of warm weather (thin fabrics), summer breezes (blowing thin clothing up or against beautiful bodies), bare legs (soft skin rubbing together) – just add to the delights of fantasising about fellow travellers. Several times I had to change the subject in my mind as the images became too explicit and arousing – couldn’t arrive at a business meeting all hot and bothered… if you know what I mean.
This type of image has taken my fantasies in an entirely different direction – being the aggressor, the controller, the restrainer – not in a physical way – again it is the thought of psychological coercion that is so delicious
– of willing compliance, when I kneel before her to slide her cotton dress up her legs to reveal white lace being displayed for me, arching her back to highlight the treasures hidden within, shivers of delight greeting me as I slip these damp panties down and away from the wet clit and slit being offered for my tongue’s pleasure.
I saw panties three times in as many hours today – I was an innocent (!) voyeur ……
– On the train as a young woman crossed her legs, tight skirt – flowery cotton;
– At the bottom of the stairs on the subway as another young woman walked down towards me – breeze blowing the skirt up – actual white lace also see through – hair and slit easily visible – added bonus soft silky skin - legs rubbing;
– Again on the stairs a woman walking up in front on me – skirt so short that I could see her thong (red) and her arse cheeks and top of her thighs rubbing together.
Wonderful images involving nails and tongue on smooth skin; dipping and tasting in sweet wetness, swirling tongue and fingers to bring sensation to a peak; long, slow shuddering orgasms.
Should I be feeling guilty? This is being offered to me willingly, she begs me to release the tension; she would suffer if I didn’t oblige.
As ~M put it so well – maybe I should be showing restraint and self-control. I am – so far I haven’t done anything of these things – I’m a bystander in the summer sexual festival.
A thoroughly aroused and wet one, that has to go and do something about it…NOW.
Summer in the city – don’t you just love summer – the possibilities for fantasies seem endless.
This was brought forcefully to me to today – from the time I arrived at the train station – a delicious combination of warm weather (thin fabrics), summer breezes (blowing thin clothing up or against beautiful bodies), bare legs (soft skin rubbing together) – just add to the delights of fantasising about fellow travellers. Several times I had to change the subject in my mind as the images became too explicit and arousing – couldn’t arrive at a business meeting all hot and bothered… if you know what I mean.
This type of image has taken my fantasies in an entirely different direction – being the aggressor, the controller, the restrainer – not in a physical way – again it is the thought of psychological coercion that is so delicious
– of willing compliance, when I kneel before her to slide her cotton dress up her legs to reveal white lace being displayed for me, arching her back to highlight the treasures hidden within, shivers of delight greeting me as I slip these damp panties down and away from the wet clit and slit being offered for my tongue’s pleasure.
I saw panties three times in as many hours today – I was an innocent (!) voyeur ……
– On the train as a young woman crossed her legs, tight skirt – flowery cotton;
– At the bottom of the stairs on the subway as another young woman walked down towards me – breeze blowing the skirt up – actual white lace also see through – hair and slit easily visible – added bonus soft silky skin - legs rubbing;
– Again on the stairs a woman walking up in front on me – skirt so short that I could see her thong (red) and her arse cheeks and top of her thighs rubbing together.
Wonderful images involving nails and tongue on smooth skin; dipping and tasting in sweet wetness, swirling tongue and fingers to bring sensation to a peak; long, slow shuddering orgasms.
Should I be feeling guilty? This is being offered to me willingly, she begs me to release the tension; she would suffer if I didn’t oblige.
As ~M put it so well – maybe I should be showing restraint and self-control. I am – so far I haven’t done anything of these things – I’m a bystander in the summer sexual festival.
A thoroughly aroused and wet one, that has to go and do something about it…NOW.
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