The Big, Wet O… 2

Long, hard day at work. It’s autumn and I’m wearing tights, boots, an office dress and a cardigan. The commute back by train takes me an hour. Rush hour. No seat. I am tired. Back home at last. I unwind… My bra feels tight on me, as my breasts suddenly rebel at the harness that keeps them reined in all day. I strip off, first the cardigan, then the boots, the tights and the dress. Hastily, I unclasp and shake off my bra. My breasts can breathe at last… I rub them and they gladden at my touch. My nipples feel tender. My fingertip circles my right nipple. The tip hardens, grows. I cup my breasts and feel their weight. Beautiful, bountiful orbs. I run my fingers over the nipple and around to the sides. I caress my breasts and then pull on them, tweaking my nipples till they almost hurt. Their color changes, deepens. I suck my fingers and then circle my nipples, teasing my aureoles. I am my own lover, sucking at my breasts.

A nerve runs from my live nipples to my cunt. A deep ache grows inside of me. I am empty. I am a void. A deep hollow that begs to be filled. My cunt twitches. Urgently. I pull down my panties and see the slick wetness glisten in the dim light of my bedroom. I hold the wetness to my tongue and taste myself. I am alive. Celery, salt, honey, musk… morning dew. All in one.

I sit on the edge of the bed and part my legs. I look down. Cunt wide open. Already, my clit stands in salute, a pink pearl emerged from its fuschia hood. My inner lips are wide apart. My womb is ready. Waiting. I thrust three fingers deep inside. My vagina sucks hungrily at my fingers, like an infant that wants to be fed. My inner muscles grasp my fingers as they try to thrust. My other hand travels the velvet slickness of my vulva, moving up from the edge of my hollow through the valley of pleasure. Sheer pleasure. The intensity is almost unbearable as my fingers reach my clit. My belly is on fire. Deep inside. I must hold on to this. I gasp for air. My moans fill my ears. Just below… That’s it. There, just below my clit, I stroke myself through the wetness. Just here, if I stay just here, perhaps I can hang on to this feeling…. Oh… O… this glorious feeling… perhaps… but it is already rising beyond control. Rising, rising. My clit is hard as a knob. Erect. My cunt pulls my fingers in again… My hips are bucking. I groan and shudder as the orgasm sweeps over me..now, forever, in one, two, three, four… eight lurching contractions. All of me from head to toe is just this, an Orgasm, O…O… O…