I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

It’s been a while since I last posted anything, mainly due to (guess what) work. It doesn’t mean nothing happened though. In fact, I have two stories to tell, for the price of only one. You’ll understand soon.

As you may have guessed, I wouldn’t dare try to masturbate at work again since last time. Of course I thought about it constantly, trying to figure out a way to do it without running the risk of getting caught. But in the end, I couldn’t think of anything but the shower.

Last night I gave up and decided to do it anyway. This time I made sure I was all alone by going through all floors. There was absolutely nobody but myself. Good. So I went to the shower with my bad, locked myself in and turned the shower on while undressing. Then I got inside with my dolphin vibe. I rinsed myself for a long time, enjoying hot water running over my body, and suddenly it reminded me of the previous time I masturbated, outside in the field, a gentle bruise caressing my skin. I had rode out of town on my bike on a sunny day for quite a while, cutting in the fields to a secret place of mine I have known since I was a child. I had always wanted to masturbate outside, at that specific place, but in the end I never dared to do it until that day.

This time I had brought a towel and my newly bought laptop with a webcam. Someone advised I buy an iBook with an iSight and I don’t regret my purchase; they’re reliable and easy to use even for a neophyte like myself. With this I could share something with my boyfriend who is almost never there… I was wearing a one piece swimsuit under my t-shirt and shorts. I figured I didn’t want to run the risk of getting completely naked in the wild, or even with nothing but my underwear, but a swimsuit does not attract nearly as much attention.

As I was caressing myself under the shower, I replayed that scene in my head. I had left my bike on a tree and walked through the high herbs and among the trees to a hard to notice glade, penetrated by shining sunrays. It is a truly wonderful place, especially when the sun is high and bright. I sat, the removed my hat and my backpack, spread the towel on the ground, then started my laptop while undressing. Everything was set so I could start recording. I began with a teasing message for Eric, then laid down and started caressing my skin from the neck down to my chest… just like I was back into the shower, then fondling both of my breasts at the same time, pinching my nipples, enjoying the hot water but then I was back outside and it was the bruise that caressed my skin, my hands running along my forearms, then back on my breasts, my stomach, just a tease between my legs then immediately back up, starting to breathe more heavily. I was looking above and oh my God, the view was so beautiful, that sunny glare through the branches, shining, sparkling, birds flying around, singing…

In both cases I must have played with myself like this for half an hour, completely losing the notion of time. Then I sort of woke up and, ready for more action, turned on the vibe. Back then I had to move my swimsuit a bit to allow the dolphin inside. I felt an immediate jolt of joy and allowed a moan to escape due to the surprise. I closed my eyes then opened them back, thrusting the toy inside and out, but inside the shower my eyes remained closed, visualizing the scene. My free hand reached my breast, as usual, and squeezed it, making me moan once more. My nails were short so I wasn’t worried abouttearing my flesh apart like some previous times. As time passed and feelings intensified I moaned louder and more often, starting to move my body here and there, having a hard staying in place. More groans and moans, heavier and quicker breathing, eyes rolling backward, some shivering due to cool air…

My free hand pulled the edge of the swimming suit and allowed my breast out. that being incomfortable, I had to stop and remove it, even though I originally planned to keep it on. I also switched position, resuming on my left side, thrusting with my right hand from behind my tight. I didn’t need long to catch up to where I had left, soon resuming my moans echoing in the forest. My left hand caressed my free hair, blown by the wind coming from above. I accelerated, both my thrusting and my breathing. I couldn’t help moving my pelvis, arching my back, quivering, moaning louder than even, both there and in the shower, unable to stand it much longer, screaming, then coming, falling on my knees while in the forest I had rolled on my stomach, arching my back as much as I could, closing then reopening my legs repeatedly, gasping then screaming again, then resting there, exhausted.

I rarely fantasize while having sex, especially not about masturbating, but this had been a fantasy of mine for a long time and it will remain engraved into my memory forever. It will also remain engraved on my hard drive and on the compact disk I sent to Eric. Melissa taught me how to do all of this in exchange for letting her watch the video. I did let her, even though it is quite embarassing.

I didn’t stop there in the shower, by the way. I kept it up for one more orgasm, this time using the shower head at the same time. I had an orgasm to blow your mind away, it was fantastic, but the experience just wasn’t the same that with a fantasy like I just had. I will try to fantasize more often while having sex, especially while jilling off. It’s truly worth it. Oh, and I will return to my secret place, preferably with Eric next time.

This evening I was attending a rather boring advanced economics class. Or at least the teacher, a crippled old man long due for retirement, is. He talks to himself more than to the class, he stinks and he’s still living in the Cold War era. I always sit at the far back and in a corner so he won’t notice I’m playing Tetris or making crosswords on my PDA. At least usually. This time I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. I had been on that single wavelength since the beginning of the day, but at the very least work keeps you focused. Not so attending a soporific class. I kept thinking about my lover and how I would like him to fuck me in all possible positions, my fantasies, the fact that I couldn’t masturbate last weekend because of my period, and just about everything else. If I could have, I would have masturbated right there during the class, but that was impossible, of course.

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As Nutty kept babbling his nonsense and filled the board with meaningless figures, I couldn’t help twirling on my chair, although all that I achieved was rubbing my pussy on it, making me even more excited and wet. Please God help me out of there I’m gonna be crazy! I couldn’t even kill time with my PDA, batteries being dead. No luck with an interesting novel either, and I wasn’t bold enough to take my CD player out and use the earphones. Nope, I was alone with my nasty thoughts, like small demons twiddling over my head. Whenever I resumed daydreaming my hand would reach my tingling crotch on its own. Kept watching the clock and his throttling seconds hand. Just one more hour to go, precisely 3711 seconds. I couldn’t help looking for an excuse to get out, no matter how silly, but couldn’t find any I was willing to try out. And all I was thinking about were dicks and vibes. I needed a release badly enough not to wait to be home before jilling. Longing on the edge of madness made my eyes roll backward.

Enough of this. I packed my things up in a split second, pretended I was about to get sick and ran out without waiting for a reply. Perfect acting.

I went to my car, got inside, started it and left. I had had quite a lot of time to think of a nearby place to get myself off uninterrupted. Unfortunately, traffic was terrible and I think I got all the lights red. Dammit. Can’t you see I’m horny as hell! Just move out! Err, wait, that’s not something for a well-educated lady to shout out. Keep calm. A couple more minutes wouldn’t make a difference. Still, it looked like an eternity.

Finally, I reached that underground parking lot. I got inside, went to the deepest level and parked in a corner. There was hardly anyone likely to come bother me there at this late hour. I switched to the passenger seat, pushed it back as much as I could and laid back, facing up. Then I turned up the volume of the CD player, which was playing the best of Vivaldi. Perfect. I started to cuddle myself with my clothes still on, hold my arms, touch my breasts, tease my croutch. I was already moaning and I had barely started. My body was urging me to skip the preliminaries, although I didn’t want to rush it and ruin everything. I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, then caressed my stomach, my breasts through my bra. It was loose enough to pull it down instead of removing it so I did just that. I played with my erect nipples, pinching them, while twirling on my seat, groaning, breathing deeply. My head was bent backward, my eyes rolling backward, my legs pushing backward, spread as wide apart as I could (not much — it’s a compact car, after all). My bra sild down to my waist during the exercice. My hands explored my body from the waist up: my neck, my shoulders, my long, free hair, my sensible sides, my flat stomach, my chest. I wished I had more hands, but right then I was on my own. I was getting wetter than I could handle and it started to smell funny, so I stopped for a second to start the fans and resumed pleasuring myself immediately. Each time I came back to my breasts I resumed moaning and quivering. I endured this self-inflicted torture for as long as I could.

Once I no longer could, I detached and pulled down my skirt, then my panties. They were soaked alright. I took out my lipstick vibe and turned it on, then teased my pussy a bit. Everything down there was swollen and begged for immediate attention, the slightest touch sending a spasm to my lower back, pushing my pelvis in that direction. I raised my head so I could watch, then rested it once I started the main dish, that is, putting the lipstick on my clit. I immediately arched my back and moaned loud enough to cover the music. The feeling was breathtaking. I couldn’t help pushing on the board with my knees and raise my body a bit. My free hand took good care of my breast, as usual, squeezing it just the way I liked it. My breathing went faster and my moans louder. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the music a bit, or anything that would distract me, may it be the noise of the vibe, so it would last longer and grow stronger. But it was vain. I felt my orgasm building up lightning fast, like a train going through a tunnel. My muscles suddenly tensed. About to drop the vibe due to too much pressure, I ended up humping it, holding it with my full hand. More powerful moans. I started to have a hard time catching up my breath. My back arched even more. I was about to come, right…

… then I climaxed violently, screaming as my body pushed itself up all of a sudden, planting my nails into my flesh, spasms, more screaming as my orgasm lasted, perhaps as much as ten seconds, then I fell back on the seat, all sweaty, gasping for air. Oh my god I wanted more. I kept that blissful lipstick on my clit for a little while longer, then inserted it inside my vagina, looking for my sweet spot. There… It was a bit hard to keep it in place without inserting my fingers since that thing is pretty short, but it would be alright. It took quite longer to take off that way, but I knew it was worth it. Meanwhile I relaxed a bit, knowing it wouldn’t last. I felt my sweat run down my skin, making me shiver. I thought about Eric, how dearly I would like him to be around. Soon my pleasure intensified and my moans resumed. I did my best to relax but at this point it was no use; my Kegels were even clenching the vibrator! I gasped, then moaned more, shivered, raised above the seat, then more, thrusting with my pelvis, circling around my nipple with my fingers. I raised my legs further apart by sort of climbing over the board using my knees and maintaining balance with my shoulders’ plates. I thought about what glorious view an unsuspecting spectator would have from the front of my car and couldn’t help bursting out laughing, but suddenly my feelings grew and my moans took over, with more swinging and bending, arching my back further than ever, bending my head forward to witness the action inside my crotch, then backward as a spasm shook my entire body, pressing harder and harder on my sweet spot, screaming, closing my eyes then opening them wide, staring at the ceiling which was getting closer. I could now feel my sweat even on my back and under my thights, right below my cheeks, as well as a pleasurable breeze of cool air from outside. I couldn’t take any more of this, especially in that position, but there was no release; it just kept building up to insane levels. And then finally, another sweet, strong orgasm, which lasted forever, shaking me, sending a wave through my spine and reaching even my bones. I wonder how I managed to scream that long.

Fortunately I did not pass out like I might have when I have such orgasms. I had to rest there for half an hour until I felt like taking the road again.

I’ve been exchanging with Eric through email and he told me to call him on Friday evening. Of course he would be away from the country, but he would have plenty of time for himself (and so would I).

When I came back from work I almost immediately jumped into the bath. I had been reduced to taking quick showers recently and I intended to relax a bit. Of course I thought about masturbating but I had something else in mind, so not yet. I must admit the idea of touching myself while in the bath, especially being horny as I was, drove me crazy. I didn’t even dare to tease myself, but I couldn’t help fantasizing, eyes closed. I thought of the night I spent with my latest lover, and of what the next one would be like. I also remembered my fantasy. I wish I could realize it with him. Just thinking about it was enough to get my nipples erect and my clit swelled.

Then I laid down on the bed, wearing only my bathrobe, and called him on the phone. I used a wireless headset so I could have both hands free. We exchanged a few quick words, like how we missed each other, then I asked him:

“Guess where I am now?”

“Home?” he answered.

“More precisely…” I asked.

“I have no idea.”

“I’m laying down on my bed. Guess what I am wearing?”

“Let me guess…”

“Nothing but my bathrobe. I’m opening it now.”

Silence.

“You wish you could see that, don’t you?” I said.

“Of–”

“Don’t worry, next time I’ll set up my webcam so you can watch. Tonight all you can do is listen. Right now I’m fondling my breasts. Thinking about you makes me so horny. I wanted to do that all week.”

Then I groaned, and moaned. I enjoyed that a lot. I tried to do it the way he would.

“You like my breasts, don’t you?”

“Of course I like them. Do you like them pinched?”

“Anything for you, my love.”

And I did just that, moaning louder. Then my hands slid down to my sides, my thighs.

“I mustn’t forget the rest of my body, though. I like to caress my thighs.” did I say between two moans.

“Don’t you touch your pussy yet!” he commanded.

“Of course not. What would you have me do?”

“How about you get back to those breasts?”

“Doing already. Tell me, how would you caress them?”

“Let me see… If that was me, I would be eating them, but you won’t do that.”

“Too bad.”

“I think I would squeeze them a bit, and run circles around your nipples.”

“These nipples are begging for that.”

And I proceed, moaning as much as usual, laughing a bit. I started to get really wet.

“You’re so good. I want you so badly.”

“Just hang on, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.”

And I kept doing it, for minutes. I liked to believe he was really doing these things to me in person. I remebered how it was like the night he actually did. That alone made my body quiver.

“I like your moans, honey.”

I giggled.

“I wish I could pleasure you myself tonight.”

I picked up my Lynx-Titanium from the case and assembled it. Then I turned it on for him to hear.

“This is my best friend, Lynx. It’s a metal rod. It is almost as large as your cock. That will do for tonight.”

And I imagined it really was his cock when I inserted it into myself and started to thrust.

“Oh my god…” I muttered between moans growing in intensity. I couldn’t stop shaking, neither could I help myself from squeezing my breast with my free hand. I folded my legs back, closed my eyes and moaned louder, thinking of my lover listening to my pleasure. Then I heard the sound of a closing door from his side.

“Can’t help it,” he said.

“Bathroom door?” I managed to ask.

“Yeah. I’m stroking it now.”

“Wait for me, will you?”

“Sure, honey.”

My pleasure suddenly intensified. I heard his sweet moans, but at this point I could no longer speak. I had a spasm as a wave shook my entire body, pushing my legs apart, feet on the mattress, toes curled. Then I raised my body, standing on my toes and shoulders, as I was about to come. I couldn’t help screaming. His moans grew louder and more acute too. I thrusted the vibe faster and deeper, pressing on the walls of my vagina, making circles. It felt so good. I could hardly breathe. My body was so tense that it was almost painful. I didn’t know for how long I could keep that stance but at the same time I could not control myself either. I felt sweat drops run down all over my body, especially under my thighs, right below my cheeks. Cold, but also pleasure, sent a chill down my spine as I came, arching my back, screaming with joy, thrusting my pelvis along with my vibe, bending my head backward deep into the pillow, rolling my eyes backward too, moaning, screaming, gasping as I fell back on the mattress, exhausted, trying to catch my breath. He came right after me, his moans turning into cute gasps and groans.

“I love you,” I confessed while turning off the vibe.

“Me too,” he replied. “That was a superb show tonight.”

“Next time I’ll let you watch.”

And then I confessed that twice I had made love in front of the camera (I still have tapes), and since then I had become hooked enough to masturbate in front of a webcam quite a few times for my lovers to enjoy. We chatted about a lot of things then, about what we would like to do to each other, when we could meet next, etc. I wish he comes back in town soon.

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.

Last night I experienced the most embarassing moment of my life. Thank goodness it shouldn’t ruin my career though.

I may own the most fabulous bath, but I don’t even have something as basic as a detachable shower head. However, we have one at work. The shower itself consists only of a small cabin, but it’s in a separate room that offers quite a great deal of privacy. So when I spend the night at work and there is no longer anybody else on that floor, I most often take a shower to relax, usually before I go take a nap on a couch. During the latest months, I didn’t miss a chance to use the shower head to pleasure myself. The feeling of the hot water jet running on my pussy drives me crazy.

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Yesterday, I had even brought my Dolphin vibrator in my purse in anticipation. I had to complete an urgent report for the day after, so I would sleep over at the office. But at 2AM I couldn’t concentrate any longer, both because I was getting tired and because I was pretty sure I was all alone. I opened my bag, containing my towel, cloth, soap, lotion, shampoo and a change of clothes, and put the vibe into it, then I went straight to the shower room and locked myself inside. A good release would help me sleep soundly.

I was particularly excited because it was the first time I tried a vibe under the shower. I was certain it would feel great. I stripped naked while letting the shower heat up (and the room steam up), then got inside. I started by washing my hair, once, then twice. Then I took a soft cloth and sensually washed my body, from head to toe. I don’t think I missed a single spot, even my eyelids or my very sensitive perineum. I proceeded slowly, gently, feeling the water run on my skin, the cloth tease my genitals, my hands caress my breasts. I was getting relaxed enough to fall asleep in the shower, but at the same time too excited not to proceed further.

I detached the shower head and turned the massager on. I adjusted the jet, close to the strongest setting, just the way I like it. Then I would pass it over my body, starting with my neck, shoulders, arms, flanks, chest, stomach, inner tights, then back to my buttocks. Strangely, I couldn’t resist trying into my anus. Then I would run the jet between my legs over my perineum, then my lips, stopping there for a while, enjoying the wave of pleasure spreading around, closing my eyes, caressing my breast. Then I moved the shower head right on my clit, hand between my legs from behind. Oh my, have to turn down that thing just a bit. Yeah, that’s it. It sent chills up my spine and weakened my knees. I leaned on the wall, slowly sliding down, spreaded my legs wide and supported myself with my knees pressing on the opposing walls (the cabin is quite small). I moved my pelvis up and down, running the jet on my clit, then down to my lips, my tights, back up to my stomach, slowly back down to my impatient clit, brushing my pubic hair with my fingers. I had planned to tease myself like this for quite a while and so did I. I resisted sticking the jet on my clit for too long or grab the vibrator for as long as I could. Desire would win me over soon as I could no longer contain my moans and groans. I fell on my knees, the cord fortunately being just long enough to keep going in that position. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the wall, supporting myself with my free hand, bending further forward, staring at my crotch, feeling my orgasm building up down there past the point of no return. Oh, yes, that’s it. Yeah. I was about to explode. I couldn’t take any more. I was quivering, my pussy was throbbing, the hand holding the shower head was shaking, the other hand pushing me back and then holding my breast, my moans covering the sound of the jet, my bottom grinding against the wall, my legs spreading even further apart. I couldn’t withhold my screams any longer as I came, eyes closed but rolling backward, my entire body shaking, my pelvis pulsing forward.

It felt good, but I had been only warming up. For the next round, I turned on the Dolphin and inserted it deeply inside myself, then resumed using the jet on my clit, this time from the front. The feeling was so strong that I involuntarily leaped and hit the wall behind. I couldn’t believe neither the pleasure nor how fast I got back on my feet (sort of) without even meaning it. I couldn’t help moving my pelvis, pressing the shower head hard on my crotch, sort of thrusting the vibrator inside without using my hands by squeezing with my legs. I used my other hand to stroke my clit, then squeeze my breasts, then caress my stomach, brush my pubic hair. I would come much faster this time. My breath became instantly deeper and heavier, then rapidly quickened, turning into groans, then into moans.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. One of my female colleagues just popped in, even though I thought I had locked the door properly earlier (I learned afterward that the lock was completely worn out and that just slightly pushing on the door worked). There was only a glass separating up and she could obviously see enough through the steam to know what I was doing. Besides, I kept moaning for a couple seconds before I was able to get a grip on myself and throw the shower head away. I panicked and quickly bursted out of the shower in shock, grabbing my towel and putting it around my chest and waist, facing my stunned colleague then stepping back. I tried to say something else than “I’m sorry” but this is about all that came out. I was both embarassed beyond description and completely terrified. Then I fell on my knees and bursted into tears. How could that be happening? Oh, I had to stand up again to remove the vibrator I had somehow managed to leave inside my vagina without realizing it. How stupid of me.

Quite unexpectedly, she smiled, then bursted out laughing, probably not knowing what to do herself. “Don’t worry, that’s alright. That’s alright”, she reassured me, both hands on my shoulders. “Come now. It’s no big deal.”

“I was sure I was alone I swear,” I cried.

“Well, so did I,” she admitted. She looked quite a bit embarassed herself. “Look, nobody likes to get caught. It can happen to anyone. It’s not a reason to react like this. I won’t tell anyone. Besides…”

She paused, looking down for a few seconds, hesitating. Then confessed:

“If I had come here half an hour earlier, you might have been the one catching me up. You’re not the only one using the shower head. I didn’t come to take a shower this late at night because I felt dirty, you know.”

Wow. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Even though it just makes sense.

“And this,” she continued, taking out an Oral-B electric toothbrush from her bag, “wasn’t to brush my teeth either. Neither is this toothpaste,” she added, now taking out a KY Jelly tube. “We all need a stress reliever, and this one is just as good as any.” She took a look down to my Dolphin, then commented: “I must admire your courage though. I never dared to bring a real vibrator at work. I’m too scared that anyone would find out, especially the men, or my boss.”

I started to recover from the shock. These words helped a lot. It was a shame I couldn’t find a better way to react, though. Now that I think about it, I feel so stupid. “Thanks,” I muttered. I just couldn’t come up with anything else.

“No problem,” she repplied, turning off the shower and putting the head back into place. “Let it be our little secret. Just so you know, I overheard the latest intern jilling off in her cubicle during work hours, and that’s not just her; almost every girl here does. Now that’s a firing offense. I say hard workers like the two of us should have priviledges, don’t you agree?”

I couldn’t believe that either. Not only was she open, she was just so bold. Or perhaps she was a bit guilty to have startled me like that and tried to make up for it, especially since roles could have been reversed. Regardless, she was saying the truth, and I had just been too clueless all that time to notice.

“I’ll let you finish yourself off,” she said, blinking. “Just tell me when you’re over.” I declined, but she insisted and left without further argument. And just before closing the door behind her, she shouted: “By the way, there’s only the two of us left in the office. No one is going to hear you.” Meaning: Moan to your heart’s content.

Of course I couldn’t resume where I left after this… or so I thought. I ended up going back into the shower after a few minutes of shivering and hesitation and spent another twenty minutes there, coming twice during that time, allowing the stress of this latest event to fade away through bursts of pleasure. Then it was her turn, and she spent half an hour in there. I thought I was a shameless moaner, but that’s nothing compared to her I swear. I could hear her scream all that time from the break room at the other side of the building. That must be the toothbrush, I guess… just kidding. I slept like a baby after that. I think that’s the last time I masturbate at work, though. I almost had a heart attack.

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I like to linger in the bath for hours. Also, I am fortunate enough to own a bath spacious enough to warrant comfortable self-play. Now that I owned a waterproof vibe, I had no excuse. I had to give it a try. So I filled the bathtub with very hot water (that’s the way I like it) while undressing. I was getting wet only at deciding which head I would mount on top of the vibe, because there were three; I settled for the most simple one since it was my first time with it. I dropped it in the bathtub in order to let it warm up. Oh silly me, I forgot to put batteries in. So I take it back (the water is really hot!), run back to my room, unwrap a pack of batteries, come back to the bathroom and put them into the Lynx. Testing; it works. I put it back into the tub.

I lit some perfumed candles and closed the lights. Perfect. Then I got into the tub… slowly (it’s truly hot!), until I sit down, the water level above my breasts. Then I laid back, head on cushion, and rest for a while. Feels good…

Let’s check the vibe now. It was just as hot as the water. Still, it was too early for this. Time for foreplay. I started by caressing my neck, then my chest down to my breasts. Soon they were hard, nipples erect, begging for more. And I gave them more, and more. For several minutes I massaged them, teased my nipples, feeling warmth and tingling invade my stomach. Sometimes one hand would slip below, down to my waist, then to my inner tights, teasing my pussy, then slide back up. I couldn’t swear it but I think I’ve felt my juices flowing out into the water. I was getting hornier as time passed, resisting the urge to reach my crotch as long as I could. I got bolder and drove myself crazier, moaning in anticipation.

When I knew I couldn’t take it anymore, I backed off and put my hands out of the tub, then rested. For a whole minute my pelvis would made sporadic thrusting movements on its own. Then it stopped. I knew I wouldn’t cool off though; the minute I would start moving again I would have to get myself off. I took the vibrator, then opened a Vicks Vaporub container and coated a small dip of the icy jelly on the hot metal rod. I had been wondering all week what it would feel like to be hot and cold inside at the same time. Now I was about to find out.

I turned on the Lynx, set it to the strongest level and inserted it into my pussy. OH MY GOD! Warmth, cold and vibration all at the same time, plus deep thrusting, circling, pressing on the anterior wall, plus stroking my clit… it was far more than I was ready to take on simultaneously. I arched my back so suddenly that I slipped underwated. I emerged my head to gasp for air, both not to suffocate and because I couldn’t help moaning (note: too much water). As the Vicks was penetrating deep into my walls its effect intensified, to the point I wondered if I didn’t put way too much. But it was just too much pleasurable. The pervasive combination of hot and cold was far more fantastic that I thought it would be. As for the vibrator, it was perfect, filling me perfectly. I was in Heavens.

I quit stroking my clit with my other hand and reached my breast instead. I love to squeeze my breast during the act (but not during foreplay), as it dramatically heightens my pleasure. Minutes passed. I sensed my first orgasm building up. I thrusted faster, harder and deeper, my pelvis attempting to follow, my Kegel clenching the rod. My back bent even more, so much that my breasts emerged. I had to keep balance putting my knees on the walls of the tub, then the bottom. I started to scream with pleasure as a myriad of confusing stimuli were driving me crazy. I wondered if I could take any more and how I could take so long to come, even though I’ve always been slow. My muscles couldn’t be more tense, my thrusting any faster and my moans any louder. I couldn’t loosen my grip on my breast. I rose and stood on my knees, spread as wide apart as the tub would allow, keeping balance the best I could, and then I came. Oh my god, it was so good. I shivered both from the cold of the air and the rare intensity of the orgasm that sent a spark through my spine. I closed my eyes and kept thrusting, making the moment last as long as I could, enjoying every millisecond of it.

Another one was already on its way. I had never experienced multiple orgasms before (I mean, in a row) and just couldn’t wait to discover that newest feeling. Too much stimuli delayed the whole thing, but now I was definitely catching up. I wanted to lay back into the tub but couldn’t, because I knew I would have to stop for a moment and I couldn’t bring myself to spoil everything. I managed to release my breast and reached my clit, stroking it first slowly, then faster and faster. Yeah, like that. I was already about to come again. In fact, I kept feeling very high all that time, like there never had been any release at all. Oh yeah, another one, so breathtaking that I actually stopped moaning for a few seconds, gasping for air. I bent forward, leaning on the edge of the tub with one hand, staring between my legs. But then it became hard to keep thrusting with my other hand, so I pushed it as deep as I could and freed my hand so I could grab it from the other side of my thigh. That second orgasm was a bit wasted because of this awkward manoeuver, but I kept it up. I wanted more.

Now I was doing it doggy style, on my knees, leaning on the edge of the tub with one hand and thrusting the vibe with the other from behind. I kept thrusting and moaning, still quivering from the latest orgasm as the next one was already incoming, building up from the remaining waves of its two awesome predecessors. Soon I couldn’t take using only one hand, so I pushed myself backward and grabbed my breast while kneeling, sitting on the vibe, holding it with my other hand from behind my back, moving up and down, slower but even deeper than before because of gravity. That one would be even stronger, I knew it. I prepared myself, closing my eyes, feeling my heart pound quickly and heavily in my chest, focusing on my deep breathing and loud moaning, feeling the rod penetrating to the depths of my feminity. I arched my back voluntarily so the vibe would stimulate my spot even more, sending another spark through my body even before I really came. It was coming, slowly but surely, and the slower the stronger, that I knew. Oh my, I was burning from both heat and cold, fever and impatience. I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell back, my neck hitting the cushion, arched almost completely above water, one hand thrusting from underneath, another hand on my breast, somewhat relying on my elbow to keep me from falling on either side, screaming, quivering, staring at the ceiling. I came for the third time… Fireworks. A feeling so overwhelming that all my muscles failed me and I fell back into the water, sitting on the hand holding the vibe, temporarily reduced to making pelvic movements for thrusting, trying to regain balance with my other hand grabbing the edge of the tub. I moaned and screamed as time stopped and pleasure pulsed to my entire body, pulsing, quivering. Nothing existed but the feeling, my screams, and the sounds of splashing water, the vibe and my body rubbing against the bottom of the tub. A small eternity of overwhelming joy that must have lasted, well, certainly more than thirty seconds.

How could I had been asking for more after this? I nonetheless was asking for more, just a last one. But this time I would take the time to position myself properly. I resumed thrusting, this time with both hands, more slowly, trying to enjoy the feeling even more now that I wassn’t in a hurry, exploring the walls of my vagina, connecting my mind with all its nerve endings. For a few minutes all the universe contracted to my vagina; nothing else existed. I tried to imagine how it would be inside, mapping every single area in my head. Strangely, it lasted much longer than I expected. Usually, the more I focus on my feelings, the faster I come. But not this time. Time was suspended. I was allowed an eternity to explore myself and I enjoyed every second of it. Perhaps I should call this meditation, if that helps understanding what I did, in which state I was and how it felt like. Perhaps it really was mediation, after all. I will try and ask a Buddhist monk someday… Just kidding.

Once I knew I was in complete control, I gradually allowed the stimulation to flow back. I was then sort of holding the rod like a joystick (well, it is a joy stick, isn’t it?), riding it more than really thrusting this time. My slow, deep breathing suddenly became heavier and I resumed moaning like a whore. I closed my eyes, focusing on nothing but my pleasure and on impaling myself on the rod. This orgasm rose very quicky, far more than I anticipated. Too big. Soon I was arching my back as I came and then, well…

… I passed out. Really. I woke up in the middle of the night still lying in the bathtub. The water was getting cold. The vibe was still inside my vagina but somehow I had managed to turn it off since it was no longer working. No, wait, the batteries were dead. I got out of the tub, feeling like a fool who couldn’t stand the orgasm of her life and passed out in the bathtub instead. I guess that’s my limits. At least that makes me a happy fool.

If anything, I don’t regret my purchase. That vibe is a true blessing. Every woman should get one.

I had my first orgasm at 13. I had learned about masturbation two years before, at sleepovers with friends. Three (or four?) times, conversations after lights off led to that topic and we all ended up masturbating, more or less at the same time. Well, not every one of us. Being the youngest, I didn’t have any prior experience. Besides, my genitals are quite sensitive and I can’t touch them directly (that is why I’ve come to love sex toys). I tried to masturbate with the others a bit, but every time I gave up after a minute or two. I would guess they were laughing of the baby who couldn’t even jill off behind my back. I didn’t care. Much.

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Oh well, I admit it. I was ashamed of it. I thought I wasn’t normal, or sexual, whatever. I was too shy to ask anyone for help either, although now I realize it could have saved myself some trouble. Now I know a woman can get herself off without her fingers but back then I didn’t have a clue.

Now back to when I was thirteen. I came to notice that many people slept on their side with a pillow between their legs, my older sister among others. Twice in the past I had overheard her moans during the night; was she humping her pillow? I’ll never know.

I wanted to try the pillow too, so I picked one in the closet one evening, put my pajama on and went to bed. It was truly more comfortable, although I wasn’t used to sleep on my side (I had always slept either on my back or on my stomach). Habits being what they are, I sort of fell back on my stomach, the pillow blocking my legs on the side. Twisting a little more brought the pillow straight on my pussy. I didn’t realize immediately how pleasurable it was. But after a while I noticed I was moving my pelvis, humping the pillow. I stopped. What was I doing? I didn’t yet realize I was actually masturbating either. I resumed moving my pelvis. It felt good, so I kept doing it. I started to feel a strange warmth in my stomach too.

According to my bedside clock, about half an hour passed. I couldn’t sleep. At this point all I could think of was to keep massaging my pussy. Only then did I get it. I had found a new way to masturbate (or so I thought), and one that worked for me! Perhaps I should try harder then. I would have my waist face the bed even more, pressing my pussy harder against the pillow. Now it was feeling really good. I tried harder, my breath quickened and it became even pleasurable enough to moan a bit. My parents were watching TV upstairs so I didn’t worry too much about them, but too much noise could alert my sister in the next room. I tried to contain my moans, first by controlling myself, then by putting my face in my other pillow when I had to.

This lasted quite a while, two hours maybe. At some point my parents turned off the lights and went to bed so I would have to be a bit more careful not to get caught. My sister didn’t show sign of going to bed though; quite the contrary, she turned up the volume of her CD player, meaning she would stay up for most of the night as usual. Several times I thought she had heard me, but I couldn’t freeze completely. I had to continue humping. Each time I was terrified of getting caught.

How about another hour hanging on the edge of orgasm? Or two? I think I kept doing this most of the night, slowing down the pace then resuming, trying not to make too much noise. But at some point I pressed hard enough to go beyond the threshold… and rock the bed slightly. I couldn’t help keeping it up, though, as I sensed something coming down there. I kept it up another minute until I could hardly contain my moans any longer even with my pillow as I shook the bed for real, grinding as fast as I could, grabbing both sides of my mattress, quivering from the sudden wave of pleasure that spread through my body. I had just had my first orgasm and it was the most fantastic feeling I had ever experienced.

Of course my sister had heard that last part, even through the wall and the music. She came to my door and opened it.

“You alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” I replied.

“Didn’t sound like it… Good night.”

Although it may have sounded like a nightmare, it was smelling something else through the room. She sure knew what I had been doing, but left me alone. Speaking of smell, I noticed my panties and the pillow were soaked with my juices (another thing I didn’t know). I had to change before going back to bed. If my sister still had doubts about what she heard a moment ago, they sure vanished when she heard the drawer.

At my birthday three weeks later, she met with me alone in my room and gave me a present. It was my first sex toy, a silver bullet vibrator. She told me it was small enough to hide so mom and dad wouldn’t find it. She also told me to be more quiet next time. I didn’t know what a vibrator was (none of my friends owned one and I was totally clueless by myself back then), but I knew what she was talking about and my face turned red. Before she left, I told her to wait, then searching for my words, I admitted I didn’t know what it was or how to use it. Now it was her face turning red, asking me if it was some sort of joke. I thought for a moment she would laugh but then, after freezing for a moment, she did the most unexpected thing.

“Mom and dad won’t come back anytime soon, so let’s give it a try,” she said. She tried to look confident but I knew she was a bit embarassed herself (and so was I; somehow I knew what would happen next). She taught me how to put the batteries in and turn it on. Then she told me to sit on the bed while she closed the door and pulled down the shades. “Now pull down your pants to your knees and lay down”, she told me, then “turn it on and put this on your clit. You can do it through your panties too. Yeah, like that. Do you feel anything?”

You bet I was. It took me a couple seconds to find the spot, but once I did, it instantly sent a chill through my spine. “Yeah,” I replied.

She laid down on the bed right next to me. She was three years older and her chest was fully developped. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it, envious; she was so sexy. But soon I would turn back to the ceiling as my feelings quickly intensified. That thing was much better than humping the pillow. Soon I started moaning, even though I was ashamed of doing it in front of my sister. I believe she didn’t want to watch, but didn’t want to leave either so she just laid there besides me, sort of witnessing the whole thing. She must have noticed it was taking long because just as I thought she would leave, she told me:

“Don’t you play with yourself while you do it?”

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask.

“Well, don’t you play with your boobs?”

I didn’t dare to answer because of the obvious fact that my breasts weren’t yet nearly big enough to deserve to be called boobs. Even compared to my friends’ they were ashamingly small. My bras were still AA cups at that time (to think my chest now wears 34C, I sure have grown up since). I was about to learn it didn’t matter though. She turned off the vibe. “Don’t worry,” she said, “it’ll only make it better once you resume it. Now remove your shirt,” that I relunctantly did, “then your bra,” that she did for me before laying back on the bed, her arms above her head. “I always play with myself before doing it. It’s called foreplay.” Then she told me to caress my breasts. I was getting so embarassed to do these things right next to my sister that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

She sighted. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, but it didn’t make me feel better. “I hope you realize not too many girls your age have a big sister like me to teach them these things. Why not get it on while I’m still in the mood? I’m just trying to show you a couple tricks so that gift won’t go to waste.” Now that made me feel even worse, even though I knew she was just trying to help. Then she started to laugh. I was afraid she was laughing at me, but instead she removed her own shirt and bra and started to show me. “Won’t you do it with me, then?” she dared me. And so I did, but not before taking a good look at her generous chest and how she skillfully massaged her boobs with both full hands. She even pinced her nipples (that I don’t really like however). I started to imitate her. Soon her breath deepened, and so did mine. I had never realized before that touching my breasts could be pleasurable. Then I watched her slide her hands down to her stomach, then back up to her neck, down again to her ribs, her flanks, her waists, her tights, outside then inside, teasing her pussy, then crossing her arms, back up to her shoulders down to her arms, back to her chest, and so on, for a good fifteen minutes. It was very erotic. I enjoyed watching her pleasuring herself to the point that I would forget to accompany her (she reminded me twice to keep going). I did my best to explore my own body just like she did, even though it was obviously a bit awkward. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. But at the same time sharing my pleasure with a more experience person was very arousing and I learned a lot from watching her. Also, it was a lot less embarassing that way.

Then she pulled down her jeans and started to tease herself between the legs, slowly closing to her pussy, withdrawing, caressing her stomach, her breasts, then down to her tights and crotch. She removed her panties only once they were soaked, and threw them away with the jeans while removing her socks. Once in a while she would quickly explain me a thing or two between two moans. I enjoyed imitating her, teasing myself just like she was doing. Then she started to stroke herself, insisting it was the right time. First she went slowly, then suddenly quickened pace. She grabbed a breast with her free hand and moaned even more. Then I followed myself, turning the silver bullet back on and putting it on my clit. That amazing feeling returned, intensified once I, too, reached one of my breast. My sister was right about all this: it was intensely more pleasurable that way.

Then she released her breast, pulled her hair and stopped stroking. I knew she hadn’t come yet. “Stop right before you cum and wait,” she said.

I nonetheless continued for a couple more minutes before reaching that point. I stopped just in time like she had. Meanwhile, she had already resumed and stopped again. “You should do that for as long as you can stand it, ” she explained. “Then when you get yourself off, it’ll be fantastic.” We were both laying there side by side, motionless. Then we resumed and stopped again almost together. “I can keep this up for hours,” she admitted. “Sometimes I spend most of the night jilling. I put some music so no one will hear anything.” In other words, she had just confessed she had been masturbating quite often right next to me, including the very night she caught me humping my pillow. “Sometimes I do it on the phone with my boyfriend too,” she continued.

We kept doing this for another half hour, I believe. She taught me you can put the bullet inside your pussy and something about that pleasurable spot on the upper wall. I explored my vagina looking for it while she vigorously fingered herself. We moaned and groaned, grabbing the sheets, our eyes rolling backward. Finally, neither of us could take it anymore and we came together in unison, shaking the bed. It was just as fantastic as she told me it would. Both of us laid there afterward for at least five minutes, all sweaty, quivering, shivering, still moaning.

Afterward she told me how to clean the bullet and even suggested a place where I could hide it: behind my bedtable’s drawer (it was detachable and there was some room left). We became very close on that day and for as long as we stayed under one roof, we kept masturbating together about twice a month; she taught me everything she knew.

I did not sleep last night. I had just completed another story I plan to post some other date. It brought back a lot of sweet memories and aroused me in a very special way.

Before I tell you more, promise me you won’t laugh. Please… Oh well, I’m sure you will anyway.

I had been writing down my account of my very first orgasms, from more than eight years ago. The first one I had reached through humping a pillow all night. It is one of the best memories I have, no matter how naive it was. Long before I was finished writing that story, I was already highly aroused. Before the end, I was grinding my pussy against my seat, hardly realizing what I was doing. I was completely immersed into my childhood memories. In a sudden burst of nostalgia, I wanted to repeat the experience. The rule was to get myself off only through humping and grinding, and without accessories except a pillow.

See? I told you you would laugh. To be honest, I found this a bit funny myself. For a few hours I became the little girl I used to be and laughed all the time, before, during and after. I had so much fun.

On to the details. I turned off the computer and got changed, wearing only a t-shirt and silk panties (no bra). Then I jumped on my queen size bed, threw the curtains on the floor and rolled to the right side of the mattress (I sleep on the left side and jill on the right side; you figure out why). I took a pillow and put it between my legs, while my head rested on the other. First I tried to grind it only through squeezing my tights. Then I got on my knees and started to hump the pillow for real, bursting out in laughs. That form of stimulation is not intense, but nonetheless pleasurable. I didn’t grind the pillow too hard at first, barely teasing my pussy. Then I rode it harder and faster, leaning forward, supporting myself with my hands. It felt real good. I wasn’t nearly coming yet, but it didn’t matter. It felt just as sensual as a body massage.

At some point I wanted more. I turned around and lied on my stomach, facing the mattress, still grinding the pillow between my legs, putting my face into the other pillow. Then I ground my whole body against the mattress, focusing on my chest and my pussy, rocking the bed. Now that was more like it. I pressed myself against the mattress harder and harder as minutes passed. I was having so much fun I couldn’t stop laughing, except of course for a moan once in a while. But whenever I reached that step I slowed down a bit. I wanted to cultivate that orgasm for as long as possible, remembering how long it took the first time and how good it was. I kept doing this for minutes, then hours. Naturally, after three to four hours of this, even slowing down doesn’t help much and I felt my first orgasm building up inside. This compelled me to grind the mattress even harder, to the point I felt like I was penetrating into it, molding it to the shape of my body. I was moving at an incredible pace even though I was getting quite tired after all this time. Who cares, I was flying.

I moaned and groaned into the pillow just like I had done in the past, adding to my ecstasy. I usually don’t fantasize during masturbation, but this time I was really into it, trying to recreate that exact same experience, only better, and this game was driving me wild. The feeling in my crotch was intensifying. It was only the second time in my life I had built an orgasm for that long and I could no longer wait to learn how good it would be. My breathing quickened, the frequency of my moans rose like a power peak, and so did my pleasure. I was rocking the bed so hard it was moving toward the center of the room. I couldn’t help putting maximum pressure on my tingling, throbbing clit which begged for a release, and so did I, screaming as I sensed it closing fast. That’s it, I was coming, I was coming… and I came, so hard that I lost my cadence, moving anarchically. I released a long, long scream that even the pillow couldn’t absorb. Powerful spasms shocked my entire body, to the point that I had a hard time keeping my grasp on the mattress. Oh yeah, that felt good. Oh yeah…

It wasn’t over yet. I kept going, begging for more. I had regained my control, so I could start building the next orgasm in line. My pussy was still feeling very high, even though it was just as worn out as I was. But I had to keep going, if only not to let the last few hours go to waste. I knew I could get multiple orgasms with just a little more effort. My lower back was aching, but I didn’t care either. All I cared about was pleasure as I kept laughing and groaning, then moaning loudly, breathing deeply, then rapidly, moving faster, pressing harder. The second orgasm took less than two minutes to build up and it was even stronger than the first, so powerful that it made me pull out the sheets. By the time it faded, I had slip off the bed starting from the waist. I kneeled on the floor, then humped the pillow from there, still grinding the mattress from the waist up. It didn’t work out very well so I resigned myself to just riding the pillow on the floor, not even willing to stop long enough to get back on the bed. It was a bit harder that way so I had to use both hands to press the pillow against myself, but it ended up working just fine. I felt the third one coming already. I moved even faster than earlier and moaned even more, then screamed as a third explosion of pleasure between my legs made me arch my back and bend my head backward, then forward as my eyes wouldn’t move away from the source of my satisfaction. I was jubilating, won over by the fever of ecstasy and euphoria, shivering of joyfulness.

I kept at it for about another hour, during which I came no less than eight times. Then I laid there on the floor, completely worn out, covered with sweat, unable to catch my breath, my heart racing. I had masturbated for about five hours and climaxed a total of eleven times in less than 90 minutes. I laid there for quite a while after that. Even once I found the strength to get back on my feet, sleeping on the bed was out of question; I had thrown everything on the floor and felt way too lazy to put everything back into place. I rather dragged myself on the couch in the living room. But in the end, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep after this and then dragged myself under the shower, where I didn’t even bother to wash myself but just let the water run on my skin, arms crossed on my chest. There I came back on what happened, as whenever I masturbate to exhaustion (quite often lately), feeling both satisfaction and shame, regardless of what my rational self come up with. I just can’t help being ashamed of getting off on childhood (childish) memories all night when I must get up to work first thing in the morning.

And there I am typing these words before going back on the couch and try to sleep a bit. To Hell with work today… I’m sick. Good day.

This happened about five months ago. It is my most amazing and unusual sexual experience to date.

I returned from work past 1PM that night and I was completely exhausted… or so I thought. I just dropped everything and laid down on the sofa, which is right next to the window. The view is very beautiful and the moon was full, so I didn’t even bother to open the lights. I just laid there, facing the ceiling, my arms hanging above my head. I untied my hair, then put my hands back on my stomach and rested.

More than once have I just fallen asleep there, but not that night. For some reason I couldn’t close my eyes; all I could do was stare at the ceiling or admire the view outside. From the window I could see the entire illuminated city below. It was wonderful.

I was definitely too tense to sleep, so I lit some candles. Perhaps I would read a novel, something I hadn’t done since time immemorial. But in the end, I was just too lazy to get on my feet and grab one. My body felt like it was weighting one ton.

For minutes, I would just dip my right hand fingers into the wax of one of the larger candles. It was hot, but bearable. The air was unbearably hot however, even with the window open, so my left hand ended up unbuttoning my sweaty blouse, and why not removing my skirt while being at it. Then I derived half-naked on the sofa for several minutes. But I still couldn’t sleep. Too tense. Too hot.

Somehow I ended up putting my fingers in my panties. Yeah, those fingers with candle wax on them. I didn’t exactly touch myself yet, but I realized that spending the last two years in a constant rush at work meant spending that many years without having sex. I didn’t even think of masturbating and besides, I had never been really fond of touching myself with my bare fingers; somehow I’ve always found that uncomfortable. But then I wondered how it would feel like with warm, wax-coated fingers. I asked my clit and it told me it liked that, even though it was rather hot. But then I removed my fingers immediately.

I knew I was going to do it anyway. It was obvious. I couldn’t help caressing my stomach, fingers stretched, brushing my pubic hair, teasing myself. That exercise would draw me insane. I don’t know how much time I managed to stand this, but it looked like hours. Tortured by desire, on the edge of madness, I soaked my panties with my wetness. I was a bit afraid of soaking the leather sofa as well, so I discarded my panties, grabbed the first piece of cloth I found and sat on it.

My bras have always been a bit tight, so when my nipples erected, it started to hurt. I removed and threw my bra away, then began to caress my breasts with both hands. I enjoyed the feeling of the wax on my right breast. For some reason, I tried to keep my hand away from my pussy by caressing and squeezing my breasts harder. Boy, it felt good. They say sex is just better after long periods of abstinence and the longer the better; I can testify in favor of that. I think I came just by massaging my breasts, I’m not sure. My breath became deeper and longer as I focused on my very sensitive nipples. I was so eager to touch my pussy that I started to make pelvic movements.

As I pivoted my head toward the window, I was compelled to dip my fingers into the wax again. Besides, I knew what I was going to do next. I didn’t even wait for the wax to cool off a bit to put them straight on my tingling, pulsing clit (I had never really touched it directly before, only through the hood) and start stroking and circling. It felt like when you eat something spicy; you almost burn your tongue but it tastes just too good (I love spicy food). Meanwhile, my left hand would squeeze my breast or caress my inner tight. I breathed deeply and heavily, faster as seconds looking like minutes passed. I couldn’t help moving my pelvis and contracting all my muscles. Never before had I felt something that intense, and I hadn’t even reached orgasm yet! I’ve always been slow to come but that night it seemed like it would never come at all. In fact, I almost dreaded it wouldn’t.

And then I came. I arched my back and moaned like there was no tomorrow as lightning struck through my spine and nearly broke my neck. It lasted as longer as it took to reach it. At some point it was so intense that I almost fell off the sofa. And then it slowly faded away. I couldn’t help to keep moaning and breathing loudly, just as I couldn’t help keeping my fingers between my legs, then slide them down to my lips. I had never been able to finger myself before like my high school friends did; perhaps it was because I wasn’t wet enough, but I tried with jelly once and it didn’t work out either. Despite the experience I had just suffered (I still couldn’t believe it nor recover), I had to try with candle wax. I had to. That mere thought compelled me to try it out. Several minutes later, of course, once I was able to get my shaking hand off my pussy.

I started by coating some on my stomach, then dipping again, on my breasts, then again, on my inner tights. I dreaded to do in on my lips so I proceeded slowly. It was a-ma-zing. The warm feeling was so breathtaking. As I gently put my three generously dipped fingers inside, I arched my back even more violently than before, sitting back on the sofa, bending my head backward, staring at the ceiling, mouth wide open, groaning, moaning louder than I thought I could. The feeling was electric. My eyes started to move real fast on their own and for a second I felt like they would roll backward like in the movies, exposing only the white part of the ocular globe. I had to pull my legs back (still widely spread apart) and sit in fetal position. I can’t accurately describe the feeling in my vagina. It felt somewhere between warm and hot, penetrating to the deepest layers of the walls inside, a bit like mint or Vicks. But much stronger. I felt every single of my nervous endings being intensely and continuously stimulated by the wax, amplified by movements of my fingers which were coating it everywhere with circular and pressing motion, mixing it with my abundant juices. I didn’t care how I would take that out at the moment; all that mattered was to move my fingers and my pelvis, squeezing my fingers with what I believe to be my Kegel muscle.

I fell back and kept fingering myself, my left hand reaching my breast, my legs extending farther and spreading wider than I thought possible, as I started to breathe and moan louder and faster. My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in my chest and through my temples. Drops of sweat were running on my neck, my chest, my abdomen, my tights, making their way through the wax. I could feel my entire body throbbing and my mind was getting sharper than it ever had been, noticing every single detail, amplifying every single sensation, reaching through every nerve ending. I felt a burst of warmth contrasting with the coldness of my sweat. I remember during that eternity how the light of the candles reflected on the ceiling and how beautiful it was, how it looked like it was turning but it was my head that was spinning due to euphoria, how everything around appeared to sparkle like magic. I almost felt like my mind was reaching outside my body. Well, almost.

How long did I finger myself like that? I don’t know. For quite a while I guess. It seems like that feeling of self-awareness considerably delayed the nonetheless unavoidable orgasm, which at some point I felt would be considerably more intense itself. That precise feeling brought me back to reality as I knew I was about to come. Then I began thrusting my fingers quite violently against the upper wall and that is how I believe I have located my G-spot. Just as I had previously thought it couldn’t get any better (worse), I almost exploded. I stroked that precise spot at an almost supernatural speed, rising up a bit, supporting myself on my left elbow, my left hand painfully squeezing my breast (I couldn’t lessen my grip), and then I came again. Even with a vibrator or when being eaten by a guy I’ve never felt anything like that, ever. I screamed with pleasure as I fell back violently and arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward, bending my knees (my legs were hanging each side of the seat), standing on my toes, cramping my right hand and involuntarily stroking my clit with my palm, planting my left hand’s nails into my flesh, screaming louder and louder until I ran out of air, gasping then resuming my moans, shedding tears of joy that ran down my cheeks. It lasted forever, that undescribable mixture of intense pleasure and pain. Well, less than a minute, probably, but far longer than any other orgasm I had experienced before. I had violent, rapid spasms throughout the orgasm and even several minutes afterward, breathing faster and my heart pounding harder than after thirty minutes of jogging. As I rested, laying on the sofa, still shaking from the experience, I realized how much of a sport jilling could be.

My body was hurting so much that I couldn’t move, yet I was feeling very well, relaxed. I was remembering how it felt like to be a woman as I slowly derived toward sleep, completely exhausted (now I was), intoxicated by the smells of sweat, juices, perfumed candles. I spent the night naked on the sofa, three fingers inside my pussy, coated with candle wax, right next to a wide open window for everyone to enjoy the view (well, they would need googles, or a telescope, I guess). I almost wished that happened; it was too great an experience not to share with others. That is why I’m writing it down, by the way. It’s truly once in a lifetime.

The next weekend I told that experience to my best friend, Vanessa. She is sexually more open (and much less shy) than me and she had told me a couple of her own experiences before (either solo or with a boyfriend). To my surprise, she gently brushed and caressed my hair like my mom used to do long ago. “Stress must come out one way or another, sister”, she told me, and that she had told me it would happen sooner or later, don’t I remember? We ended up talking about solo fun all afternoon, sharing experiences, ideas, even toys. Thanks to her, masturbation has become a ritual for me, while she seeks a boyfriend suitable to a workaholic like myself. By the way, she ended up trying the candle wax thing, but it didn’t work out nearly as well as it did for me; in fact, she almost burned her fingers right away and didn’t have enough resolve to try it on her genitals. It mustn’t be her thing, I guess.

Oh my gosh, I didn’t intend to write that much; I must have gotten carried away. So much has happened since that day, I have plenty more material to write about and share with the world, so I may post more stories soon.

P.S.: Playing with candle wax is kinda messy, especially if you put some into your vagina. Once it dries up inside, it’s pretty hard to take it out and you have no other option than using your fingers to take every single fragment out. Think twice before trying this. It’s really messy.

Oh, and candle wax is rather hot. If you’re not the type to eat real spicy food or grab a hot plate with your bare hands, you may not want that thing on your pussy either, let alone inside, and even if you do, be careful not to burn yourself. Really, I made some research on the web and it turns out to be a bit more hardcore than I first thought.