I am a deeply private person. You would pass me in the street and never give me a second glance. I am tall, but not very well endowed. My breasts stopped growing almost as soon as they had started, so I still have small 'A's with the puffy nipples of a pubescent teenager. I have dark hair and eyes and am a size 8.
This is about the time I allow myself. I was married, you see, but he left after three years. I turned to my faith which commands me to be celebate. Don't get me wrong, I love my faith and do not find that it is in any way overbearing. However, I am celibate.
I do not even masturbate. Well, not regularly, at least. But this is about my 'time'. The time I allow myself every two or three months.
I never know when the 'time' will be upon me. All I know is that one day I will wake and just know that it will be today. And so it was this morning. I woke to the sun pouring into my bedroom window, and as I stretched out under the sheet, I felt the unmistakable wetness between my legs. I lifted the sheet and inhaled my own musky scent. I almost laughed, you know. This is the day I allow myself to be sexual once again. Supressing a giggle at the sheer naughtiness of it, I said out loud to my empty bedroom, 'Oh Emily. Your cunt is wet!' Cunt. How I love that word... how I love all of them, the more vulgar the better. Cunt, pussy, fanny, minge, slit... they all work for me during my 'Time.' (but enough with the commas.)
I got up, and avoided my early morning shower. Instead, I put on my long cotton dress over my nakedness and walked to the seafront. There is nothing like the sharp salty tang of a morning by the sea. Last night, there had been quite a wind, and the air today was full of salt.
I stood in my place, my special place, on the clifftops near my home. So totally secluded from the road, and so totally mine. I teased my shoulder straps off first one, then the other shoulder, and let my dress slip to the floor. I stood, skyclad in front of the ocean. I let the breeze caress me, make my nipples almost painfully hard, and of course, my clit rose with expectation. I parted my legs and sat on the grass, my open thighs towards the ocean. 'I want the sea to fuck me. To spew its white foam deep in my cunt.' So saying, I started to masturbate, slowly at first but it had been so long, I could not hold out. I came in time with the crashing of the waves below me. Wave after wave, and spurt after spurt left my body. (I have always been a heavy squirter when I come, from when I was only 13 or so.) I toyed with the notion of walking naked along the cliff tops, but that would be to share myself. I do not wish that. So, reluctantly, I put my dress back on and walked home. There, I masturbated again, this time in my small garden, squirting out my wetness onto my lawn.
Today will be a day of masturbation before I go back into my self-imposed celibacy for another couple of months until my 'time' comes upon me again.