Solo Pleasure with Ms Gigggles

I want a release. I need a release, I want to explode. These are the thoughts running through my mind as I keep gliding my favorite vibrator back and forth across my throbbing clitoris. Just how much more can a body take? These are my favorite moments of the week, the moments that are selfishly mine and mine alone. I've never really been embarrassed over the act of getting off, I actually am quite content to do it anywhere and everywhere if the mood hits me. I am only a loud cummer after the third or fourth orgasm.

However, as of late, as soon as my partner hears that buzzing down the hall he runs into the room as if he is a puppy and I am his master putting down a heaping bowl of food. He’s ready to devour me, mouth, hands, and dick at the ready. 

But no. No—these moments are about me, my pleasure, my sopping wet pussy begging me to just stop. To give in and let the release wash over me—but I don't. Not yet.

What is the point of a delicious afternoon masturbation session without the excruciating torture of needing to fucking cum?! I move towards my breasts, the softest fucking breasts I have ever felt in my life. The one thing I have always been thankful for in this life is having breasts that make people come to their knees in worship. I think of a random Tinder hookup who took his mouth over to my breast and simply grazed his soft lips over the tip of my nipple and said “I don't know how to tell you this but you have the best looking nipples I have ever seen.'' I begged as he teased every inch of my breast softly with his mouth as if I tasted like honey and rosewater. I begged him to put his hands down my pants so I could handle the over stimulation of my breasts. The feeling takes over me: I can feel how wet my pussy is just thinking about that hot, wet mouth ready to be put to good use: for my pleasure solely. 

My right hand finds its way to my nipple and I squeeze HARD, a rush of adrenaline hits me and I am so close that I can almost taste pussy wetness on my tongue. 

I take the hitachi off of my clit—“That was a close one!”

“You are not allowed to cum yet you fucking cum slut!”

When I touch myself I think of intensity. I think of overstimulation. I think of the power in between my thighs. I think of the power of the divine feminine, and how lovers have found themselves lost in my bed for an afternoon or a lifetime. 

I think of how soft my body is, and how it looks like it was meant to be fucked and fucked well. I love having a lot of everything. Fat Ass, Fat Tits, Fat Tight Pussy, and an even tighter asshole. If the Gods have blessed a woman with some quality fucking it would be me. 

Another Tinder hook up creeps into my mind and I let out a loud sigh as the thought of their perfect cock appears in my head. The buzzing of the Hitachi continues. I rearrange myself onto all fours like a good girl, the air hitting my asshole creates a sensation I wasn't prepared for… but I’m enjoying it. What is it about being on top that is the perfect combination of service, submission, and domination?! My legs spread and I find a pillow to perfectly position my wet pussy to be in control. My body thrusts slowly onto the hitachi with an intensity that screams “I am fucking you now, not the other way around!” There is no doubt who is in control—I go hard into the pillow, arms positioned for power play ready to hold up my weight, ready to feel the weight of my pelvis hit my clit down onto the wand. Intensity, we're going for overstimulation again as always. “Make me beg for it,” I think to myself. 

How can someone be so beautiful? How can someone be so hard? Why do non-binary people always have the best cheekbones? I laugh and I think of their body on top of mine; a thin frame on a long body, all muscle, all cock. SO MUCH Cock. When they entered me it felt like my soul was leaving my body, every inch inside me a year of my life taken off. It would have been worth it. 

I thrust hard into the hitachi, rocking my pelvis back and forth, each pulse edging me to go harder, harder, harder as I imagine that cock inside of me now. Never allowing myself to put fingers into my leaking pussy. No! You are edging yourself you fucking whore, so keep taking it and keep thinking of all the times your greedy pussy got what it wanted. “To be fucked so completely it feels as though I carry them with me each time I cum,” I think to myself. 

I think of their cock, I think of that feeling of being filled. God I love being filled. I think of my soft breasts, I think of soft smelling skin, wet mouths, and asshole eating. 

And at that thought, as my asshole is in the air, the edging comes to a slower, harder pace. I cum. And the world comes falling back to me, in this space, in this goddess' bed.