Early on the Columbus Day holiday I woke up horny. Squinting at the clock, I saw that I'd have to get up soon to walk the dog. I dressed, leashed the dog, and went out. Half an hour later I was back indoors. Now what? I was still horny. Alerting my husband wasn't an option; he dislikes waking up early and he hates being asked for sex. Combining the two would make him crabby for days. I lay on the couch with my head on the arm, and pushed my jeans and underpants down to my ankles. Gently I stroked my labia with my right hand and rubbed my itching left nipple with my left. (Why do I have only one itchy nipple? Logically I would expect it would be both or neither.) Spreading my legs wider, I pinched my clitoris and pulled the lips. Too dry. I licked my fingers and plunged my fingers into my crotch. I could feel my vagina start to moisten and my clitoris was swelling. Back and forth I rubbed it, steadily, back and forth, dipping into my vagina every few strokes for more lubrication, a light tickle, back and forth. My nipples tingled, I squeezed my breast, I began breathing harder, still rubbing my clit lightly, tickle, tickle. A shiver of pleasure ran up my belly, my legs trembled, my vagina drooled with passion. I opened my mouth to gasp for breath and pressed harder on my clit. I could feel my heart beating faster. My legs and belly tensed with the approaching orgasm. My vaginal muscles clenched, relaxed, clenched, as I came. Waves of pleasure flooded over me. I could barely keep my fingers moving. My heart pounded and I lifted my hips off the couch. I couldn't stand any more, slowed my fingers and lightened the touch. One last quiver and I was done. I lay quietly as my breathing and heart rate slowed to normal. I wiggled my fingers and felt the pleasant damp squishiness in my crotch. My clit was too sensitive to touch. Whew! That was great! I should do that more often. Pulling my right hand out of my crotch, I brought it to my face and smelled the rich musky-sweet odor it had picked up. Gradually I began to notice the room was cold and I was getting chilly. Stiffly I got up, straightened, and pulled up my clothes. My crotch was still gooey and tingling. That didn't take long; the dog was still crunching his breakfast. Now it was time for mine.
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