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Ever woken up after a date super horny? One woman can’t stop thinking about the night before, so takes to the shower to blow off some steam. One thing leads to another, and soon enough we’re entangled in a story of mind-blowing morning masturbation.
Her hair danced across her shoulders as we strolled along the banks of the Canal Saint-Martin that evening. The spring air, soft and warm, fluttered across our skin and I jollied in nervous excitement just being next to her. It was my second night in Paris - a deliberate trip taken to meet Juliette in person for the first time, after romancing virtually for almost a month.
Now there we were walking side by side, on the mythical canal banks, chit-chatting while enjoying the city-heartbeat of Paris.
I tossed in my bed at the memory.
Juliette was beautiful – is beautiful.
I thought about her hair - red waves that fell perfectly down the sides of her neck. Her skin, white like porcelain, radiated against the green in her eyes and I trembled, thinking about what it would feel like to have it brush against my brown skin.
I rolled on my side, shifting my thoughts away from Juliette to the bird, perching on the window ledge of my hotel room. The buffy-brown sparrow chirped for a few seconds before flapping her wings and flying away into the morning light.
I tossed back on my side and stretched out.
The memories of our date the evening before crept back on me and I heaved in exasperation. I liked Juliette, I really liked her, I had always liked her. Meeting her confirmed all of those emotions that tugged at my heart ever since we started texting and now, now I was certain without a doubt that she was the girl for me.-
We had slipped into one of the bars by the waterside as the evening wound down, and sat down to a glass of Pinot Grigio, a baguette and, some cheese. As we ate, our conversation thrived...
I noticed the hints of excitement that lingered in her laugh, and how her cheeks grew pink at the things I said. The way she brushed her hands through her hair, and subtly, pushed a strand behind her ear and dropped her gaze when I said, "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
She had bit her lip and I wished she was biting mine.
"Thanks," she had said, "You are really pretty, as well."
I wanted her, here and now, under these lonely white sheets on this beautiful morning.
My thighs brushed under the sheets, and I tossed my head, feeling uncomfortable with longing. I was warm, heating up just thinking of Juliette.
The silhouette of her face, her body -fleshy in all the right places, twirling in her little white dress on the banks of the Canal. It all flashed through my mind and my body whirled in the bed, itching to hold her.
I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my white tank top and I slid my hands down to the heat between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs against my hands and stretched them out again.
With my hair sprawled out across my pillow, messy from tossing and turning, I let my body relax and flickered my eyelids shut.
Her hair, shimmering under the twilight… Her laugh; loud and contagious, and her body, drawing me in with every move she made.
It was like in the movies, those slow-motion scenes when the protagonist was remembering their lover… that was how these thoughts played in my head; gently, and all in a freeze-frame.
I kicked the sheets to push the thick covering down my bare feet and I spread out my legs on the large mattress. I had on white lacy panties with a matching white tank top and I wondered what Juliette would think of the juice, drenching the center of my underwear… What would she do, to my nipples, still standing turgid, unweathered, and begging to be stroked?
I licked my index finger and pushed my body to sit up straight in the bed. Throbbing between my thighs, I climbed down from the bed and began to wade my way towards the bathroom. I needed to take a shower.
I thought to myself; if I would just stand under the cascading water, and let the warm liquid wash all over me, then maybe, just maybe, this longingness will be eased away, and I’ll feel stable, stable and sane enough to hop on my evening flight that luckily for me, was still hours away.
I touched the knob on the bathroom door and twisted it open. The door came ajar, paving way for me to step inside the spacious bathroom and pause before the rectangular mirror.
I observed my image in the mirror; eyes so heavy with unquenched longing. Taut nipples, refusing to back down, hair rumpled and tangled. I dragged a hand heavily through my full hair. Then heaved, again, before proceeding to bend over and peel my panties down my feet. Completely naked from my waist down, I picked the edges of my tank top, pulled it upwards, and over my head. I tossed the apparel into the bathroom basin and turned away from the mirror.
The shower stall was nestled in the corner of the bathroom. I grasped the glass door and slid it open. Then, I climbed in and pushed the door close.
I reached out my hand to the faucet and twisted it on. Warm water immediately jumped out of the shower head and began splashing down on me. I rubbed the soap over my skin, it lathered richly and I caressed the sweet scenting foam into my skin, in circular motions.
As I worked the soap up my arms, over my shoulders, and down the crane of my neck, my fingers brushed the hardness of my nipple. My body shook at the pleasure of that singular stroke, so, I touched my nipple again, this time, more deliberately.
I pressed the nipple between my fingers and tweaked it so firmly that it sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Enjoying the sensation, I shuffled backward until my back was against the wall. With lather, all over my body, one hand on the nipple of my left breast, and Juliette’s face, plastered on my mind, I slid my hand down my stomach, past the dampened curls between my legs, and slid a finger into my warm heat…
“Ohhhh!" I moaned softly, rolling my head to the side.
I moved the finger further down the length of my swollen clit – wetly engorged with desire. I caressed the length, as gently as I could go, my eyes shut and my mind focused on the pleasure each twirl of my finger brought me. My left hand squeezed the fullness of my breast then pinched the nipple at the same time that my right fingers were toying with my clit…
I tossed my head to the other side and my waist began to move against my finger. It felt so good.
I could see her through my mind’s eyes; laughing from her cheek to the squint of her eyes. I squeezed my breast again, then slid my hand across my chest to touch the other.
My knees grew wobbly, the hole that led into my mound hungrier, so hungry that my finger began to lapse, so I slipped out my finger and flickered my eyelids open. With one hand still rubbing my breast, my eyes slid to the silver shower head. It was a high-pressure shower head. Now, staring at the crook of its neck, my eyes blinked at the idea building inside my head. I peeled myself away from the tiled wall and reached up to pluck the shower head from its base as water surged out. As I directed it over and around my body, my hand motioned downward, towards my thighs.
The water brushed my dampened curls and I shifted backward to perch against the tiles again. I spread my legs as far apart as the wall could carry me and I brought the gushing showerhead inches away from my mound. The water jetted against my clitoris and I cried in pleasure!
I held the showerhead still as the water continued to crash against my clit, igniting all my senses. My legs quaked and I shoved my left hand back against the wall to stop myself from slipping over. I was hunched over, moaning with my mouth agape.
Juliette… Her smile, her skin.
My mind crawled to the clit sucker toy, packed at the bottom of my suitcase. I turned off the faucet, snatched the white towel hanging just outside the shower door, and wrapped it around my body. With my mind fixed on finishing off what I started, I stepped out of the shower stall and took brisk steps out of the bathroom. It wasn’t long before I was scuffling through my suitcase for my silicone friend.
I felt horny, high and excited!
My fingers touched the toy and I pulled it out of my case with a beam of satisfaction spread across my lips. It had 12 intensity levels.
I slid back to the bed, climbed in, and spread out my thighs. The knot of my towel loosened and the material fell lazily around my body but I didn’t care. Instead, I held the toy to my face and powered it on. It came alive, whispering quietly.
I set the speed to the lowest and slid my fingers in between my thighs. The juice was still shimmering all around and inside my walls.
I was so horny!
I glided the purple vibe down my body and into the space between my thighs. I parted the thick damp lips of my vulva with my left fingers, held them apart, and touched the stimulator head to the tip of my clitoris. Waves of stimulation immediately shot through me and my toes curled downward in submission!
I squeezed the side to increase the intensity level a little and held the toy still as it drove sucking sensations on and around the tip of my clitoris. My body slithered, my head tossed, and my mouth cried pleasurably, all the while fantasizing about Juliette.
My left fingers moved up to my chest and caressed my breast while the clitoral toy continued to suck on the sensitive tip of my clitoris.
I imagine Juliette’s tongue in its place - stroking in an upward rhythm with her hands wrapped around the thickness of my thighs. I imagined her tongue sliding down and pushing into my vagina to plunge in and out of me.
Juliette, I imagined her hands, releasing my legs to crawl between them.
I arched my waist forward as I imagined her middle finger, inching into me, then halfway through, her index finger too, thrusting to my tilt. Then, curling both her fingers upward to find my G-spot until I can barely feel my legs.
I groaned with the toy glued to my middle. I flipped over so that I was face-down on the bed as I squeezed the vibe for even more intensity, pushing to see how much I could take. I ground myself against it, pressing my bare breasts against the bed as I went.
Pleasure built from my toes, all the way up to my ears. I slid my hand forward and grabbed the pillow, overwhelmed with immense passion! Waves of throbbing sensation sprung from the pit of my core, I felt my muscles tighten and an orgasm begin to form. My hips rocked harder and faster against the toy until my muscles clenched and my body stiffened in a….
THE END. WRITTEN BY: KYLIE JOY TERUNDU.
Have you ever considered how your masturbation sessions fit into your wider self-love routine? After all, our sexual wellbeing is just as important as our physical, mental and emotional wellbeing, least because it can positively contribute to all three.
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