I came so hard and so often last night, I laid in a puddle of my own fluids. I fell asleep in a wet spot. I loved every second of it.
I went to bed with no intention of doing anything. And then I started thinking about him. Missing him. Wondering what it would be like if he was in bed with me.
I imagined him watching me.
To have him watch me come, to see how far I’ve come (no pun intended) excites me. I want him to know that one bad experience does not define me, or more importantly, us.
Normally, this is where I lovingly describe my own ecstasy. And there was plenty of that. But that’s not what struck me. The ease in which I came, over and over again amazed me. I lost count at one point, but I think six was the magic number.
The first time I came, I felt a hot gush, and I smiled. The second time, I didn’t believe it happened. The third took my breath away. By the end I laughed in delight at myself. My hand moved down my pussy towards my ass, and I marveled. My body jerked and shuddered; my cunt pulsed and throbbed; my juices flowed and pooled; and I slept peacefully in my own personal puddle.
