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2005/2/13

Arousing Gift

Filed under: Solo Sex, Diary Entry — Arielle @ 17:45

Among all of my friend Vanessa’s adult DVD’s, there was only one she wouldn’t recommend to me. It was gay porn, and according to her it was rather poor. She ended up giving it to me out of despair for my interest for this sole item. Of her entire collection, it was the only one I liked. At first I was afraid it wouldn’t be… manly enough. Fortunately my fears were unfounded.

I put the movie into the DVD player in my room after taking a quick shower, shen laid down on my bed, wearing only my underwear and bathrobe, both hands on my stomach. After twenty minutes, the show had aroused me enough to start playing with myself. I ran my hands over my body like I usually do while watching the action, even though it was getting more distant every passing minute. The more I caressed myself and the more I was getting into it, closing my eyes and forgetting about anything beyond myself, although I could still hear the actors mutter and moan. Strange thing, I pulled down my panties first and stroked my clit until it would swell (that’s about as far as I can go without some kind of oil), even before I removed my bra. My breasts required immediate attention, which I granted them without further delay. They were hard, my nipples erect, welcoming whatever stimulation I gave them. Meanwhile I would distract myself by watching more of that excellent movie.

After another thirty minutes or so I resumed caressing myself, this time through my soft silk bathrobe. I didn’t know how long I could keep teasing myself like this through all senses, but I decided to make it as long as I could, perhaps going through the entire movie, who knows. Needless to say my resolution didn’t stand long and soon I reached for my Dolphin vibrator. I inserted it into my pussy but just let it stay inside and put both hands on the mattress. I liked the feeling of that phallic object filling my vagina. And I laid there, motionless, focusing on my breathing and the movie.

Soon I couldn’t help myself. I was clenching the vibrator without even realizing it. I wanted to thrust it so bad. My throbbing clit and my pulsing, wet vagina begged for more. I resigned myself to turning the vibrator on, but still lie motionless. I would take it as long as I could, then turn it off at first moan or spasm. Oh, that was quick. I had to turn it off almost imediately. My body shook out of frustration. I grabbed the sheets trying to resist the impulse, but hearing more action right in front of me made me give up. I turned the vibrator back on, this time for good. Just lie motionless. Be a good girl.

But good girls don’t moan, and I did. Still I had to keep my hands on the mattress and lie as still as I could. But as my moans, breathing, pulse, sweating and spasms intensified, it proved to be rather futile. I even swung my pelvis while clenching the vibe in despair. I was oblivious of everything around, overwhelmed by the stimuli, the urge to pleasuring myself in a more effective manner winning me over. I folded my legs, first pulling the sheets with my toes, then pulling back until my knees pressed against my chest. I had to push the vibe back inside with one hand as this manoeuver made it emerge a bit, while my other hand held my legs. Now not only my pelvis but my entire body attempted to thrust the Dolphin inside and out. I arched my back and moaned, crying, trying my best to resist but I was just too close to the edge to stand it any longer. I started to thrust the vibrator inside and out with my hand, falling on my side, still in fetal position, groaning, moaning, shaking, begging for a release. My vision was completely blurred but I couldn’t stop to dry them, so I just closed my eyelids. It became so intense that for a moment I couldn’t even moan, short of breath. I pushed my legs away from my chest, knees still bent, arching my back even more, gasping as I finally climaxed, shaking, not even able to keep thrusting the vibrator, rolling on my stomach, moaning and shedding tears into my pillow, trying to catch my breath. Oh, bliss. Once it was over, I turned the vibrator off and laid there without even pulling it out. I fell asleep in that position.

In the end, I didn’t follow half of the movie. I’ll certainly replay it later, though.

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1 Comment »

  1. beautiful, I really loved reading about your techniques and reactions in such detail. I’m hard again, only about an hour after sex…
    thank you
    x

    Comment by Ken — 2005/2/28 @ 10:23

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