Magic Touch 1

Home alone… and horny as hell. It’s been a while. I’ve been busy for days, working long hours, collapsing into bed as soon as I get home. My man has not entered me in over a fortnight. It’s been too long. My cunt craves attention. Impatient,  I strip off my clothes. Naked, I sit on the sofa and feel the cloth against my bare skin. I press down, wiggling my bum against the sofa. I shaved yesterday, as I do once a week, and my outer lips are sensitive, unprotected by hair. Without even touching myself, I feel my clitoris swell. I run my hands over my breasts and my belly, I circle my nipples with my fingertips, I delve my finger into my belly button and hear myself moan. An ache builds up in my ovaries.

I throw one leg over the side of the sofa and plunge two fingers into my cunt. It is dripping. I raise my other leg and press my foot down on the sofa. From under my thigh, I put the fingers of my right hand into my cunt and begin to fuck myself. The middle finger of my left hand reaches for my clitoris. It is so swollen that it is almost painful to the touch. I look down and see its tiny head, like a mini penis, sticking out from under the hood. It glistens deep pink. Fuschia. I pull back the hood and it slips just slightly out. I moisten my finger with spit and gently graze it. A gush of hot fluid drips out of my cunt, drenching my fingers. I put a third finger in and instantly feel more filled. Oh, it’s good, it’s so good…

My ass clenches. My legs begin to feel a rush going through them. My nipples are tender as hell as they graze my raised thigh. My belly is on fire. My body contorts. My ass comes alive. My cunt is deep and warm and gushing. The fingers of right hand are moving urgently, in and out, in and out, in and out. A thousand times. Faster and Faster. Harder and Harder. I hear myself cry out. Two fingers of my left hand madly rub the valley between my outer and inner lips, just by my clitoris. My moans turn to almost a scream, as the orgasm hits me, convulses me, rocks me to the core.