(L) – This story contains strong language.
There once was a time in my life that I hid from myself, in more ways than one. My devotion was to others, leaving very little for me. But this last year I have been training physically and mentally to overcome the seemingly impossible. I have learned to claim the soft contours that make me feel feminine and powerful. This particular experience was a particularly enjoyable example of that feeling.
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My husband is working late and I have hours to myself. I have already taken a bath and now I’m ready to indulge.
I study my smooth, bare pussy in the large floor-length mirror, tracing her outline with proud intention. My nipples harden. The mere caress causes a scattering of goosebumps across my skin. This is part of the ritual of learning to love every landscape of myself. Tonight will be my first time putting this new-found flexibility and empowerment to it’s purposed use.
Heat is already quickly pooling inside my pussy. The knowledge of what is coming makes me softly giggle as I step back from the mirror. Shyness teases at me, but I push it away.
I kneel down to the plush blanket on the floor, arranging the pillows to create a nest made for surrendering to ultimate visibility. I lean my torso against the support of the pillows, then open my legs wide. I invite my inner nympho to be entirely exposed. I squeeze and rub my tits, turning myself on further. I gaze upon the soft blush of my beautiful, dewy pussy, and my mouth waters. I suck on my fingers, priming them for their task. My body shivers as I begin running the wetness between my outer and inner lips, mapping the divine silkiness of the folds. I exhale deeply as my senses come to life.
Minutes pass as I settle in, studying the light from the scattered candles glowing on this pussy, watching as I stroke her. Taking one last, lingering glance at my reflection, I remove my fingers and begin the complex, rehearsed dance of the contortion. My core tightens, my spine curves, and I move with the slow, agonizing precision of getting into place. The tension in my abdomen and neck peaks, and finally, my face—my mouth—is suspended directly above her, my pulsing pussy. I pause there, breathing into her heat, relishing the scent of my own arousal, my hot breath on her hood.
Finally my head tips farther downward to begin the feast.
I begin with an exquisite, agonizing slowness—with the feather-light graze of my tongue across the tip of her hood. I continue to tease her very peak delicately until my breath quickens, igniting every nerve. My hips begin to rock, and my pussy reaches out, begging to be consumed and enjoyed. This is going to be better than I ever imagined!
Slow and steady, I swirl close—but never quite touching the hardening tip of my clit. This deliberate game of delicious frustration pulls a guttural groan from my throat. Gently, slowly, I suck in one outer lip, relishing the puffy fullness, a delicacy filling my mouth.
Next I close her inner lips with my fingers and taste the very fringes of her satin flower petals. My entire pussy is now ablaze and aching to be consumed. My tongue parts her inner lips, lightly sampling the flat surface of her drenched petals. The sensation is so profound it threatens tears.
Her inviting hole is now dripping and demanding attention, but so is my awakened clit. I tease further, orbiting the tunnel entrance, drawing slow circles with my tongue around the perimeter. Gradually, I slurp deep inside myself savoring the juices and the decadent scent. I’m so thirsty for this. The sheer smell makes me ravenous. I am a glutton for this divine, capable body. I reserve the art of eating pussy for my body alone. She is my sanctuary; she desires me as much as I desire her. We connect in our ecstasy, engulfing one another in euphoria. Every nerve of her is pulsating with a blood-rush of fire.
On the left side of my hood, I feast with purpose, stroking in a steady rhythm that travels up, arches around the top and cascades down the other side. My tongue presses and glides up and down, side to side on my hard, engorged clit. The wetness is so exquisitely hot that I whimper and shake. My rocking pelvis spurs me on to take myself higher. I direct firm, circular pressure in a slow pace. My entire clitoris is now engulfed by my moaning mouth, desperately suckling her.
The shaking intensifies; every muscle in my body contracts with the same fire building between my legs. She is insatiable and impossible to ignore. I transition to long, downward flicks, before returning to pressured circles, this time with speed. My hips pound my pussy harder into my face as I begin to writhe. I am utterly in love with this body that God gave me and its capability to create indescribable ecstasy. I’m so close to the peak, but I will torture her a little more.
I stop, sit up, and marvel at the sight of my glistening, beet-red clit. I lie back, drizzle warm coconut oil onto my chest, and savor the vision of my full, glossy tits. I graze the tips of my hard nipples with the palm of my slippery hand. Again, my mouth waters and my hips grind against the air. I lift my breasts and go back and forth between them with my voracious tongue: slow licking followed by rhythmic suction. Fluttering warmth intensifies as my clit pleads for my attention.
I grab my trusty bullet vibrator and shower this gorgeous pussy with oil, mixing with the leftover saliva. I am ready to surrender to the grand finale. Spread-eagle, I yearn to open beyond what my hips allow. I am hyper-sensitive and ready to burst. The smooth, buzzing surface glides up and down the sides of my clit and creates a radiant, upward heat. My sighs and girly moans intensify into heavy breathing so intense it sounds panicked.
I picture my husband watching, utterly turned on by my display of self-indulgence. He is aching, barely holding himself back from devouring and pounding me into oblivion. I open my eyes and inhale the graphic view of my bulging clit surrendering to the waves that are building. God, she is hot! I am hot! The candlelight bathes my slippery pussy and she is glistening. I am doing such a good job for her, for myself.
Hot, tingly pressure begins to pulsate in her tip, radiating to the shaft, lips, hips, and spreading outward into every corner of my body. In my head I’m forcefully commanding, “Keep going! Stroke that juicy hot clit. Watch me fuck my pussy. Keep going! Stroke! Fuck!”
From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, the surges take over.
I reach the peak and cannot restrain my cries as I feel almost ripped apart by an explosion of pleasure, and I convulse. A reflex causes my gaping legs to tightly clamp together, bracing against the rush of aftershocks. Carnal ecstasy pulsates again and again.
Gradually, the earth quiets and muscles relax. Euphoria blankets my sweaty body and I laugh.
Suddenly, my naked husband appears in the doorway. I forgot to close and lock the door!
But the timing is flawless. He smiles, his gaze holding mine in a lingering and hungry way . . . and something tells me this evening’s indulgence isn’t over.
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