Happy Masturbation Month! Like last week, I'm going back into the archives for this one. My third post ever, and second one about masturbation. It was published June 12, 2012 - it's amazing how much can change in such a short time. Two years later, and I can't imagine having this problem anymore...
I walked upstairs, heavy feet, heavy heart, swollen pussy. Sometimes I read too much.
I knew I had to do something about the ache - there and in my heart. I stripped to nothing and climbed into bed. Sluggish and slow, I almost dreaded this. It wasn't what I wanted - but I needed it.
I cupped my breasts, rubbing, massaging. I pulled at my nipples - the pain made me feel alive.
One hand kept persistently tugging, while the other found my pussy. I was soaking wet. I started my normal leisurely stroking.
Soon I was frantically stroking my clit. My back arched tightly, my head thrown back, my mouth in a silent scream.
Please, please, please, I thought over and over.
Something in me broke, and I began to sob. I came in a giant rush, and my hands were soaked; my scent filled the room. I cried harder. I curled up into myself - knees drawn, hugging my waist. Great, gulping sobs emanated from me.
I cried myself out. Calm descended over me.
Wow. I came hard, I thought.
I rolled over and slept, a little less heavy.From SAC POP