Masturbation with toys

For the record, I do like porn.  I like all types of video porn - men, women, groups - but I probably watch more girl on girl porn than anything.  So I found a nice video of two women online and rubbed my tits while watching the women on screen doing the same thing.  When one of the women moved down to lick the other one's pussy, I lowered one hand to my own.  I was wet, and my clit was so sensitive.  I continued this way with one hand on my breast and one stroking my pussy for a while.  I really can almost come from having my nipples played with.

I decided to get out one of my vibrators.  This one is pink and a little flexible, about 7" long with just a little curve in it.  I started with a low setting, just lightly stroking all around my clit with the soft buzzing, teasing myself.  Every time the vibrator would rub over me while I pinched my nipple I could feel the orgasm building.  On the computer, the women were now on top of each other, with their legs intertwined, grinding their clits against one another.  One of my favorite things.

Soon I felt the vibrator dipping further and further into my pussy.  I enjoy toys of all kinds, whether by myself or with others.  This time I decided to stay on my back and use it to fuck myself slowly, rubbing it against my clit, sliding it against my g-spot, then burying it deep inside me.  My hips were moving with the rhythm, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations.  I don't always need to be moving quickly, and this was one of those times where I just continued to stroke and squeeze until I finally gave in to a really good orgasm...the kind where you can feel the orgasm in your clit and inside your pussy at the same time.  Mmmmm.

I can have multiple orgasms sometimes, and sometimes I am completely satisfied with one.  Masturbating alone and/or with a toy is just a purely self-indulgent time.  You aren't thinking of pleasing someone else and can focus entirely on what you are feeling.  But it is only one part of a fulfilling sexual lifestyle for me.  I do enjoy being with others more because I like to give as much as I like to receive.  However, there is nothing wrong with masturbating as often as you want.  And I do believe that it is true that the more times you have sexual experiences, the more often you want them.

When I was finished I took a couple of licks of my juices from the vibrator.  I actually like the way I taste.  I encourage all women and men to taste their own come.  You may be squeamish at first, but it's yet another sense aroused and you get to know yourself just a little better.  Now it was time for sleep. 

James Version 2

At the end of the last book I talked about James and our friends with benefits relationship.  During my (mostly) time off, he was one of the few people I did see on a regular basis.  I felt comfortable with him.  We had known each other off and on for a couple of years, and I was wildly attracted to him.  He's fucking hot, and so was the sex.

We hadn't seen each other in a while but continued to talk and text.  He was in a relationship that was dying.  I wanted to see him, but after my experience with Chris, I was not going to get involved with someone who was already involved, even if it was just for sex.  It's not a moral issue for me.  I still believe the person with the commitment is responsible for maintaining that commitment, not the "other woman/man".  I just didn't want the potential for that drama in my life again.  So I would not see him while he was still involved.

When he told me the relationship was finally over and he wanted to get together, I was excited.  I always knew I was playing with fire just a bit because I did have some feelings for him.  I've almost always been pretty good at managing my emotions versus my sexual desires.  He's younger than me (38), never been married or had children.  I asked him early on if he wanted children and he said he really didn't know.  If it happened, it happened.  If it didn't, he didn't.  I, on the other hand, knew I did not want to have children in my life.  I thought we were pretty clear with each other on that topic.

We went to a movie and had a chance to talk before it started.  There was hand holding and a little kissing during the movie, with maybe a little bit of surreptitious stroking going on down below, but we pretty much just watched the video.  Driving to his house afterwards I decided to surprise him with something I knew he loved but hadn't had in a long time.  Road head.  The term is self-explanatory, but it means me sucking his cock while he was driving.  I trusted him to keep us on the road.  As soon as he realized what I was doing, he immediately opened his pants and released that gorgeous hard cock.  I sucked him and played with him the whole drive home, but I didn't let him come. 

When we got to his house he opened the door and immediately kissed me passionately before I could even take off my jacket.  James really only has one speed in sex and that is full on passion...at least with me.  We were all over each other.  Chemistry is an interesting thing.  It can vary wildly with different people but still all be good, just different.  With James it was always full out.

At first we couldn't even be bothered taking our clothes off.  James hadn't even zipped up his pants from the car to the door.  Right there in the foyer he pushed me to my knees so he could fuck my face.  He likes it a little rough, and with him I am happy to oblige.  He loves to pull my head back by my hair so I have to look at him while I'm sucking his cock.  He's very visual.  I sucked and pumped his cock hard and deep, wanting to taste him in my mouth.  After the road head he couldn't hold out for long and shot his load into my mouth which I swallowed, not letting a drop spill.

We headed to his bedroom, dropping the rest of our clothes along the stairs and ended naked by the time we reached the bed.  He pushed me onto the bed and immediately buried his face between my legs, finding me hot and soaking wet already.  Going to work with his tongue on my clit he drove two fingers into my pussy, finding my g-spot.  I wanted to hold out for as long as I could, but I just couldn't take it anymore and came so hard.  I don't think he let a drop spill, either.

Neither of us was ready to call it a night yet.  After catching our breath, we rolled onto our sides facing each other, softly stroking each other's bodies.  His kisses could leave me breathless, and I loved feeling the length of him stretched out against me.  He has such a wonderful body.  The feel of his stubble against my cheek as I nibbled on his neck and ear, the spent cock that I could feel rising back to erection against my leg, his rough, manly hands pampering my soft sking.  I physically craved this man. 

Rolling to my side facing away from him, I raised my leg so he could slide between my cheeks from behind.  The anticipation was building for me again, feeling his head at the edge of my pussy before he slid deep inside.  Wrapping his arms around me, he toyed with my nipples which immediately took me higher and made me thrust my hips back into him.  With one hand he reached down to stroke me, and I was finding it hard to breathe with the stimulation coming from every point.  We took our time, rocking together, almost like he was fucking me to sleep after the explosiveness of our coming together earlier.  The orgasm snuck up on me as I felt him harden even more inside me.  It was an airy, breathy climax, the kind you can just sink into and feel swallowed whole.

I almost never spend the night with anyone whether it be a man, woman, or couple.  But after that, James and I just snuggled up and fell right asleep.  I'm not a good sleeper, and I am not used to sharing a bed with someone.  I have to admit that it was nice, and I actually slept really well.

We started seeing each other once a week or so, and the sex was always great.  He had expressed an interest in the lifestyle but wasn't sure what he would be able to handle or not.  Up to this point our sex life had been one-on-one only.  I just wasn't sure he was ready to really branch out.  I did finally realize that I was getting a little emotionally attached and was a bit confused, so I asked him straight out what kind of relationship he wanted with me.  He said he also had feelings for me but really didn't want to get into any kind of "heavy" relationship since it hadn't been that long since his last one.  We continued our friends with benefits for a while longer.  We actually really are friends, too, not just fuck buddies.  There is a difference.

I backed off for a little while to make sure I was able to let go of my developing emotional attachment.  We continued to talk, but we didn't see each other for a while.  I wasn't going to end up getting hurt, and maybe I wasn't quite clear with myself what I wanted at that time.  I needed my space, too.