The Wonders of Unplanned Evenings
We’ve all had those nights, haven’t we? You’re wrapped up in your comfort zone, settled down with some entertainment, and expecting nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe you’re reminiscing about the day or perhaps even lost in the mundanity of the moment. But as life loves to remind us, it’s often in the unexpected silences that the loudest revelations occur. So there you are, trying to switch between finding a good TV show and seeking some thrill. Ever had that feeling? Let’s delve a bit deeper, shall we?
Exploring the Unknown Alone
There’s a certain joy in self-discovery, in charting uncharted territories all by oneself. While society might emphasize the joys of sharing experiences with another, there’s something uniquely empowering about exploring one’s senses alone, sans judgment, sans inhibitions.
Those ‘Oops’ Moments
Okay, let’s face it. Sometimes, in our quests for pleasure, we might…overdo things a tad. And by overdo, I mean, there might be a splash here or a spill there. But isn’t that a testament to the authenticity of the experience? And honestly, who doesn’t enjoy a good laugh post-adventure?
This is the story:
It was maybe nine at night when I was in bed watching television. Just wearing pink panties and white tee and laying on top of my bedspread. Parents didn’t go to bed till ten so I stayed dressed in case I had to go get something. My door was shut. Didn’t think they’d walk in but never know.
I got bored with the show on the tube so I started playing with my pussy with my left hand. Just grazing my fingers up and down on my lips to my clit. My legs were spread and my other hand massaged my hardening nipples. My hips moved almost unconsciously with my ministrations on my pussy.
A small wet spot formed on my panties. Could feel it. My pussy pulsed and I moved my head back and forth on the thick pillow. A small ache deep inside was begging for a finger inside me. I slipped under the covers and put my hand inside my panties. My hand teased my pussy with a couple fingers inside and my thumb on my clit. Just played with my pussy and watched the drama on television.
I kept a couple of fingers inside and moved my thumb roughly on my engorged clit. It felt like dull ache just growing till it felt like my clit wouldn’t stop. Just a little rougher stimulation and I’d come hard. But, decided to deny myself.
My pussy juiced wetted my whole hand. My hips moved up and down, undulating on my fingers. My breaths were labored and it was getting impossible to stave off my orgasm. I slowed down on my clit to just my hand there and my body jerked. My mind was saying come but wanted to stay on the mountain. Hadn’t yet achieved multiple orgasms. Wanted to.
My pussy and clit still pulsed and my fingers went back to work. My legs were wide apart and my skin was flush. Moans escaped my lips. My eyes closed and I concentrated on having a fucking powerful orgasm.
I massaged my clit with my thumb and spread my pussy with three fingers. My fingers rotated inside touching every part of my cunt. An orgasm welled from deep inside and my clit was real sensitive. Kept my thumb working my clit anyway. My hips were moving with my massage and finger fucking. It was close.
Finally, I came. Came hard. I whimpered as my hand kept working. My whole body shook at waves of orgasm overcame me. I was determined to keep going. My clit literally hurt as I stopped massaging it. My fingers stayed inside my cunt though and continued fucking me despite my hips bucking raw against them. My sheets were soaked underneath my ass.
After a few minutes my clit took more stroking. My pussy was slippery and hot to my touch. I doubt an ice cube would last long down there. I came again with a stronger one then rested for a few minutes. I took an ice cube from my glass on the night stand and put it in me holding it inside with my hand. The cold hit me and my hips bucked. I was so hot it felt really good. A couple of minutes inside and it was just a fraction of itself.
I got my vibe from the night stand, turned off my light and took off my clothes. It was eight inches long and four inches thick. I liked to be stretched and full. I got maybe seven inches inside me and just left it in while I rubbed my clit. Closed my eyes and just enjoyed my skin all flush with warmth and orgasm and my pussy pulsing like crazy.My pussy juice was flowing like a river down my ass onto the bed. Glad I had plastic under my sheets.
It didn’t take long before an orgasm hit and another followed. My pussy tried to push the vibe out so I held it with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. Didn’t think my third orgasm would be much. It wasn’t as deep it seemed as it began.
I watched down below as my cunt reacted trying to push my vibe out. All the sudden, it felt like I had to pee. I let the vibe pop out and fluid came out of my pussy hitting the bedspread. I grimaced and fell back and one strong squirt after another happened and my pussy came harder than ever before. My ass came off the bed and my legs went weak. My whole bed was soaked. My orgasm was powerful. It wouldn’t stop. Several strong waves overcame me as I squealed into my hands.
Not sure if I blacked out or not. My whole body tingled as I became aware it was over. I was exhausted. The bed was soaked, my legs were soaked and my musky scent filled the room. I just laid there totally satisfied and totally weak. It took maybe twenty minutes before I could get up. Other than my first cum, it was the best one. My hand massaged my pussy lightly and I smiled. I had squirted and squirted hard.
Finally, I got up and my body was sore. A good kind of sore. Drank a whole glass of water and wanted more. Got in the shower and took a long one. Cleaned up the bed and got new sheets and a bedspread. I feel asleep quickly and woke up wondering if everything was a dream. Had gotten quite wet sleeping. Had to do that again tonight.
Written by: Kay V.
The Morning After Reflection
Waking up after such a night is an experience in itself. You’re navigating between the fuzzy memories of the electric moments and the concrete evidence, perhaps in the form of a soaked bedsheet. A silent chuckle, a smirk, or a full-blown belly laugh – it’s these morning-after moments that give the previous night’s escapade its final touch of perfection.
To Wrap It Up!
As our anonymous friend’s tale reminds us, the journey of pleasure and self-discovery is a roller-coaster of emotions, sensations, and occasional waterworks. It’s an expedition of highs, surprises, and pure, unfiltered euphoria. So here’s to those who brave the voyage alone and come out with stories that are a delightful blend of spicy and sweet. To the bold, the brave, and the ever-curious: keep exploring and, more importantly, keep sharing! Because, trust me, you’re not alone in this, even when you think you are. Cheers!