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Denying Myself No More

After two lonely nights filled with no small amount of pouting and feeling sorry for myself, I denied myself no more.

I wanted a slow release. I wanted a powerful release. I wanted to drench myself.

Gently massaging, kneading my breast with one hand, the other slowly stroked my upper thighs.  Petting my pussy, I teased myself, refusing to dip in and press further.  Tweaking a nipple until I hissed, I finally inserted a finger and gasped at my own wetness.

I slowly, languidly stroked my labia, massaging my clit, feeling the moisture rise like a river.  Slowly, slowly, slowly.  A light sheen of sweat covered my trembling body.  How much more could I take?  The heat built gradually at first and then began to consume me.  My hips twitched; my toes curled; and still I stroked slowly, lazily.

Long minutes passed.  My body writhed. My back arched. My insistent finger stroked.

Sticky, molten liquid pooled underneath me.  I continued to tortuously love my clit, over and over again.  Finally, my back arched taut like a bow string. My pussy bloomed in my hand.  My body shook uncontrollably.  I forgot to breathe.

I found sweet release.

Smiling to myself, I feel asleep with the scent of myself filling the room.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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