Masturbation

The Elusive G

I went searching last night – for my g-spot, thanks to some good advice.

Based on everything I was told, I think I found it.  Was there some immediate orgasm that we’re told is supposed to happen the most the g-spot is found?  No, of course not.

Imagine this, though – two fingers inserted, stroking the g and the other hand, tapping the hell out of a clit.  You know what you get?  A bed-soaking orgasm – or four.

Everything was magnified by ten the moment I found the right rhythm with my g-spot (I feel like I should name it or something).  If I hadn’t been so impatient with myself, I would have squirted.  I could feel it building, that feeling, the pressure.  But I need something more, so I let my other hand find my clit.  The two worked together to create a fucking symphony.  No squirting, but gushing – lots of gushing. Both my hands were covered in come.  It was fucking amazing.

I washed my sheets this morning.

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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