something new

when BeautyEyes let his fingers roam, they explored so much of my body, and in that exploration, I too discovered new delights. I was apprehensive about letting his fingers penetrate because I was wearing an Instead menstrual cup. yes, you can have sex with this thing inside you, and really, there's no difference. however, because his fingers would be probing so deeply, I didn't want him to feel something strange inside of me. thus, the excruciatingly long bouts of clittoral foreplay. his fingers danced a choreography I've never felt, and it wasn't too extreme of a sensation either. normally, I'm extremely sensitive on my clit, but his gentle ways did wonders on my body. two fingers would glide smoothly, one on each side, flanking my tight little clit, moving my skin side to side, back and forth, up and down. his rhythms were perfect, never off beat from what my body was crying for. he was so attuned to my pleasure that it was as if we were one breath. he watched my face for tell-tale signs and listened to my inhalations. he never wavered, and our motions were syncronous with one another. occasionally, he would dip one finger, then maybe two, just barely glancing the inside rim of my very tight pussy. and then back outside, back to the manipulation of my clittoral pleasure. this continued on for well over an hour. of course there was more going on other than his fingers rubbing me, but for this post, I'm focusing on masturbation.

eventually, he wore me down, broke me away from my apprehensions and I let him slip the whole length of his two fingers inside me. as he eased deeper inside, I could hear him whimper, could feel his breath changing pace. could he really be enjoying this as much as me? the way he flitted his fingers against each other and against the walls of my cunt was something else entirely. I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head, in complete surrender to what BeautyEyes was making me feel. he started pushing harder, deeper, more rhythmically, and I could feel these scratching sensations where he must have been pushing against my G-spot. (mind you, I've never felt this so-called g-spot, until this weekend.) my body responded by pushing back against his palm and now his thumb was playing around with my lips and my clit. I couldn't take it anymore and started really fucking his fingers, my hips grinding down, my body grasping his, tightening down against him. and that's when I felt it -- the heat, the pressure, the building of muscle tension in my hands, my arms, my abdomen, my thighs clenched taking everything inside me. One final scratch on that small hard mound behind my pubic bone, and that was it. I couldn't believe I was cumming all over his hand. Screams tearing out of me, moans released into the air, he brought me to climax for the first time, with only the dexterity of his fingers. incredible.

now that I am home, looking at porn, I'm experimenting with different touches. trying desperately to imitate BeautyEyes, I've learned another part of my sexuality. I've learned quiet discipline -- the kind that creates a build-up so extreme, the kind that takes patience and time. light circles of barely touching fingertip to clit, leave the grinding for another time. it's a sweet kind of pleasure, unlike the gritty, hard palm-fucking to which I'm accustomed. I have BeautyEyes to thank for this. sometimes all it takes is to slow down and recognize subtlety.