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.
The symphony part made me chuckle. Lots of strings were involved I’m sure. 🙂
If I didn’t have two little boys in a room down the hall from me, it would have been more like an opera – because I so would have been singing through that one!
I know your laundry pain….LOL. Congrats! Enjoy the gift you have. I know I enjoy the fuck out of Leigh’s ability to have me doing naked laundry after 1am. 🙂
I’ve been impressed with myself this week…there were 2 or 3 times I so should have washed the sheets, but last night was the most extreme…I’m looking forward to laying down in clean sheets tonight…I may even mess them up again – because I can! lol
Very hot post. All women should know where their G spot is, and all men should know too for that matter.
Instead of changing the sheets, just put down a towel 😉 much easier.
I’m inordinately proud of the messy sheets…lol
Bravo maestra! Welll played, LOL.
Why, thank you…lol