My life seems to go from FM to F to FF and back again like a pendulum of pleasure
I think I've just become bi sexual.
My boyfriend broke up with me a few months ago. Up until the day he left me, we had a very loving connection as well as a very active sex life. We were together for years and intimate almost every day. We loved masturbating together, masturbating each other. There's something so erotic about watching him pleasure himself, especially when he's stroking his cock while I've got my hand down my damp cotton panties. Each and every time that we found ourselves alone together, there was never anytime spared before the urge of bringing myself to orgasm overcame me and we had the most amazing mutual masturbating sessions followed by lovemaking that made my soul content. Then, one day, he chose to not want anything to do with me.
I went through withdrawals, questioning myself and why he didn't want me? I'm a really sensual and romantic woman, raw in many ways but refined in most. Tall and somewhat slender and what many would consider pretty balanced in figure. 36C-26-36.
The break up shattered me and I found myself masturbating all day but still, the pain never seemed to subside. I realized that I liked masturbating with him, to him. When I was with him, I was constantly aroused, hovering until the next moment of tantalizing pleasure. Each day that I saw him, I couldn't help but greet him with a hand job or a head job which got me so worked up, I was never able to come down from my euphoric high.
How was I going to manage my urges? Was there a remedy?
I tried everything. I read stories, looked at pornography, and still I was hungry for more! I was insatiable!
One day, while speaking to a girlfriend on the phone she asked 'You seem so down lately, are you alright?''
I couldn't help myself but to divulge my current discomfort and my frustration over it. I admitted to my shameful acts of pleasuring myself, even in public, just to try and allow this urgency to weaken. I began to cry and I wasn't sure if I was sad, disappointed or sexually frustrated, probably all of the above. My admission instantly relaxed me and I found myself subconsciously fingering my deprived pussy. She comforted me and offered an 'out' for me. 'Would it make you feel better if I masturbated right now while I talk to you?'
My heart stopped! Then as it started to beat again, I responded with 'at this point, I'd try anything'.
I made myself comfortable on the couch in my living room, put my phone onto speaker and welcomed what was about to happen. She mentioned that she could hear great tension in my voice and because she recently relocated after taking up a new job opportunity, the only thing she could do is offer me herself over the phone. 'If we lived closer, I'd be right there with you' I felt myself smile for the first time in a while.
I could tell that she was genuine in helping me, after all, I have always been there for her at every moment in every way. She wanted to be able to be there for me, like a true friend. She started to describe what she was wearing; a silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, thigh high sheer black stockings and a pair of dainty rose coloured silky panties with a lacy edge. (she is a lawyer and was at her office writing a dissertation). I closed my eyes and started to visualize her sitting at her desk with her legs spread wide apart and me under her desk staring between her legs at the darkening patch on the crotch of her panties as they became wet.
She reminded me of a time that she showed me her pussy after she had shaven it for the very first time. Now, I had this visual in my head of her sweet little clit rearing itself calling me to it. My breathing became deeper and by now, my fingers were deep in my well lubricated hole. I could hear her fingers sloshing in and out of her pussy. In my mind's eye, she rolled back in her office chair and slipped her panties off. I crawled out from under her desk and sat atop it in front of her. As she moved closer, I placed my feet onto each arm of her chair and lifted my dress to expose myself to her. I pulled my, now soaking full cut panties to one side and felt my juices begin to drip out of my smooth pussy, over my ass and onto her shiny hard wood credenza.
Our conversation then turned into a rhythmic harmony of our gentle moans. 'Can you feel my fingers in your beautiful pussy?' she asked. It was then when I felt myself gasp, my breast cupped firmly in my hand while my fingers found the trigger on my G-spot and had the most amazing cum that I've had in a long while.
My head was spinning and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she tried so hard to stifle a scream as she came. Even with all the miles that separate us, I could feel the energy as she climaxed!
Synchronistically, we both let out a long Mmmmmmm
'Gosh' she exclaimed 'Why would anyone in their right mind not want to feel THAT?'
After that phone call, we entered into the next level of friendship and promised to always be there for each other.
A few days later, a girlfriend came by to use me as a 'guinea pig' for some massage work that she was studying.... That's another story....