Masturbation Monday

Touching Myself #MasturbationMonday

I hadn’t touched myself – my labia, my clitoris, my mound – for anything other than utilitarian purposes in a long time. Three times he told me to touch my pussy, and each time the sensations surprised me, as if it were the very first time.

Soft, velvety soft. Soaking wet and slippery. Slick folds. Swollen clit.

My fingers slide in so easily. Mmmm, there it is – the ridgy, bumpy sensitive wall of flesh. Tapping, stroking. Hips lifting. Body shaking.

Pulling out, pressing. Legs spread. Moaning. Hissing. Spasms. Orgasms. Gushing, squirting.


And again.

And again.

Barely touching. Light strokes. Body on fire, ignited. Satiny, silky, creamy. Press, flick, swirl. Arch. Writhe. Orgasm.


And again.

And again.

Finally, I collapse into a boneless heap. Body trembling and shuddering with aftershocks.

Touching myself never felt so good.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


Leave a Comment

%d bloggers like this: