Masturbation Gallore

 The first post - an erotica, of course. *smiles*

          Here is my story to you from a couple days ago. You see, I was lying in bed and my fingers touched my clit, then my breasts – questioning, seeing if my body and mind were up for a rumpus. I let my mind drift, then questioned my body a little while later, feeling that tonight is the night – I haven’t come in days, probably even over a week. I smile in my mind, trace my finger down my soft stomach, pass near my bellybutton with a hint of erotic suggestion, then smile and feel the entrance of my cunt. It’s wet. Yeah! This is a pleasant surprise as I was fully expecting myself to be unresponsive, roll over, get to sleep. Well, looks like I’m in for some exercise. I let my hands roam over my naked body, palms embracing the touch of my skin. I’m not getting there, it’s not erotic, my body is stationed at ready to be turned on, but unresponsive. Well then… kinky night it is! I grin as I remember some of the things I’ve done to myself in the past with thrilling success. I search our house in my mind, then run to the bathroom, remembering I’ve got some safety pins there. Beside those, I find my glistening Master chain, and grab that and the wide blue elastic bands I’ve been collecting just in case. I clench everything in my hands, feeling the textures, my face full of secret desires and excitement.
          I’m back in our bed, warm and content with the heat on. My toys are at my side. The lights are off. I feel up my nipples, now plump and ready, and reach for a safety pin. My right nipple gets to be squished up into the slot between the two thin wires of the pin. It’s not quite the right amount of nipple constricted, though, and so I open the pin, and readjust it to capture more flesh… the sharp pointy wire wobbles a little, then finally locks into place. Everything is already getting more sensitive, with the metal touching my skin, my nipple and fingers meeting in collaboration. My left nipple is free of constriction, so I touch, squish, twist, pull, twist some more. The inside of my cunt is buzzing with anticipation. I touch my clit, massaging it gently to find that spot, then move on down inside myself, frustrating my clit in the process. It wants my fingers back – now! My hand roams on the bed beside me, trying to feel what I have in reserve that I want to play with. I realize, suddenly, that I brought my accessory eye glasses with me into the bedroom. How delightful!
          The slender plastic bars that would run along the side of my face and behind my ears, if I were wearing the glasses, are called the “temple” (the straight part), and the “temple tip” (the curvy part behind the ears). I know this, now, so that’s what I shall call them.
          Anyhow, the temple tip ends up exploring my clit and the rest of my cunt, the curve providing a moan-worthy double sensation of pleasure. The transparent plastic glides smoothly along my wetness. It is a different feel – not so warm or rough, like my fingers are. The tip doesn’t know exactly where it’s going to hit, unlike my hands, which have a map of my delicious, spread-open cunt memorized. I like the surprise and the tender, shuddering sensation of that interaction. I like how the curve of the temple tip touches almost half the circle around my cunt opening at one time. I like how gently my mind and body, now one, guide this unexpected object of eroticism carefully inside me. Not too far, at first. The tip provides just enough curve that it stays inside, tantalizing the entrance to my cunt in its wetness, sending an elevated sense of sexuality throughout my being. The awareness of something that thin, but contacting my fluids and a part of my walls inside is that of a general sensation of pleasure. I enjoy it… it makes me hunger for more, allows my body to know it’s okay to not always consciously feel the exact details of what going on. It attunes me to my pleasure just as it is, and leaves me in balance, relaxed, and victorious.
          I leave the tip inside and use one hand to glide over my clit; tease it, feel it deeply and surely, use my cunt lips – each movement reverberating with an echo of pleasure just inside me. I slap my cunt over and over, getting harder and harder with my strokes, yet ever gentle. My other hand returns to probe my right nipple. It’s far more sensitive, the blood having rushed to it. Touching it and playing with it increases my general state of arousal even more. Knowing to increase the sensitivity again, I pull a plastic band under and around where the safety pin is squishing my willing areola. I fasten it with a few more turns, and the extra little bit of pain and arousal rushes through me. I take the knobby metal of the Master chain in my left hand entirely, and press it into, around, against my left breast. This way, the harder I tighten my fist, the more the chain presses into my breast and my left nipple. My right nipple is all set. I touch, flick, and twist it a few times. Then direct my right hand to my waiting cunt. My left hand stays with my left breast and the Master chain, pressing in. I explore the feeling of the temple of the glasses going in a bit further inside my cunt. As I probe to see which part of wall will respond the best, I settle on the curved tip pressing lightly into the side and bottom wall of my cunt – towards my ass. My hand rests on my clit, then massages it and taps it fervently. My left hand digs the Master chain further and further in as I come closer to orgasm. The soles of my feet are against each other, my knees turned out and legs relaxed. There’s no way to cheat or redirect my orgasm into contracted leg muscle. So I keep going and going, my hands swirling and swirling away, the common household objects doing their magic on the dirty, wonderful, sexy, wet and near-orgasm slut that I am. My body warms, relaxes. I’m fulfilled, though not there yet. Finally I move my right hand from the fervor around my cunt to squeeze and rotate my bound nipple. My body arches, the soles of my feet still together. I lift off the bed while the contractions in my cunt ripple within themselves, like an ocean wave coming in and out at the shore. I relax again, in a different way now. Everything is soft and pliable. I release my nipples; they feel so soft that my hands start roaming again, continuing. But my body is settled for the evening, and I snuggle into my post orgasmic feeling, resting my head on our bed for another dream-filled night.