Budding Curiosities

There was no defining moment which piqued my curiosity, no courage born from spirits or wine, nor an interested lover attempting to persuade me into spelunking. No, my interest crept up on me over time.

Over the years, I would find my wandering eye fixating on the circular ridge in the porn I was watching. Regardless of who it belonged to, male or female. Or its state of appearance, hairy or clean. My searches varied from simple masturbation, to titles such as “Anal Whores!” While watching, my fingers would act on their own, as if they had their own agenda, rubbing lower below my pussy. Toying with the idea of fingering my own hole nestled between my virgin cheeks, but never passing through the threshold out of fear and uncertainty. Until my inhibitions were hindered by my self-indulgence.

It was the weekend and I deliberately had no plans as I needed some time to myself. Which usually meant I wanted to catch up on my masturbation debt! It’s a lot like sleep debt but, more fun and orgasmic. I was lying in bed, relaxing in my pj’s. Loose fitting shorts, fuzzy socks, no top, or bra. “The Office” was playing in the background as I scrolled through various apps, taking moments to suck bubbles and blow rings. Achieving a state of chill and ravenous hunger, quickly accompanied by a raging desire to fuck myself into a blissful state of orgasmic unconsciousness.

Opening my favorite app for porn, my left thumb scrolled along the home page, getting lost in the numerous pictures and GIFs depicting people fucking, masturbating, using toys, being spanked, and whatever else my feed curated. Naturally, my right hand squeezed my tits, tweaking each nipple, which tended to be more sensitive in my hazy state. My thumb stopped on a GIF, a close-up of a woman using a vibrator on her clit, and it wasn’t long before she came. Her pussy pulsed, and I was captivated, watching her asshole clinch and release in rapid succession as her juices covered her hole. I wanted to lick her, all of her.

Enthralled by what I briefly witnessed, I searched for and found the anal page, admiring the women who had the never to stick things where the sun doesn’t normally shine. I envied them, I was intimated by them, and I was turned on by them. My hand left my tits to rub my pussy through the soft fabric of my shorts. A soothing sigh escaped my lips as I continued to scroll. Browsing the delicious content, it wasn’t long before my hand gripped my shorts and tugged on them, adding a warm friction against my pussy. My eyes were glued to the tiny screen, watching a woman getting railed in the ass by a guy. She was moaning and writhing in bliss as her butt jiggled from the pounding, taking my breath away. I watched as he pulled out, his cum peeking through as if she was a jelly filled doughnut freshly glazed, I huffed in delight. Sticking my hand down my shorts, I was a hot mess.

Connecting my phone to my TV, I tossed my shorts to the side but kept my fuzzy socks on as they were comfy and warm. I found a playlist of anal videos and started from the top. Leaning up against the headboard, my legs spread with knees bent as my feet were planted on the mattress. My right-hand dove between my thighs, feeling my pussy radiating with warmth and excitement. Everything was more sensitive, but I was lost within the videos playing before me, imagining I was the woman getting her ass licked, fucked, and creamed. I needed another hit.

I sat up and reached for my pink heart shaped bubbler, tucking it between my tits as my lips sealed the mouthpiece. I took a long-drawn-out hit, holding my breath before billowing out a plume of smoke, setting my room a haze. I rested my bubbler on my nightstand before opening the top drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and resting up against the headboard as I was before. I watched as the woman in the video was getting fucked in the ass with passion. Lubing up my fingers, I rubbed my clit, matching the sensual strokes the guy was giving her. My fingers slipped down my slit, mixing lube with my fluids and back up to my clit, moaning with each passing stroke.

Elated from the visual and physical stimulation, I wanted to be fucked in the position I was seeing on the screen. Laying down on my tummy and facing the foot of my bed, so I could watch the porn, I lifted my left leg towards my side. I slid my fingers beneath me, humping my clit against my hand, panting with each thrust. Memorized from the grip her ass had on the guy and my euphoric state, I said fuck it. Taking my free hand, I dipped my middle finger into my drooly pussy then rubbed my fluids all over my crinkled star.

My breathing became shallow as I felt every ridge and crevice with my slick finger. Adding more pressure with each circular rotation until I felt the pad of my finger sink lower, circling my inner ring. A soft moan escaped my lungs as I felt my heart racing with apprehension, I retracted my venturous finger to grab the bottle of lube. Looking back at my pale bubble butt, a little mole on my right cheek staring back at me, I added a few drops on my asshole before rubbing it in with my middle finger, determined to explore these unknown depths. I pushed the pad of my finger firmly against my tight entrance.

The moaning and cries of pleasure from the porn filled the ambiance of my room as I held my breath. My ass attempted to resist my probing curiosities, clinching around my finger, but I was persistent, pushing further in. A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated from my ass. Sliding in with resistance until, pop! Passing the second barrier of entry, knuckle deep in my ass, my face resting on the bed, I took time to adjust to the new sensations I was feeling. Unconsciously, my little hole was squeezing and releasing around my finger, adapting to its first visitor.

My palm rested between my cheeks as I started to slowly finger my ass, taking shallow breaths with each thrust and pull. The hand under me cupped my pussy, feeling her drool more than I’ve ever experienced before, I began rubbing my clit with fervor. Losing control of my hips, bucking wildly as I fiddled my ass and stroked my clit, moaning loudly, matching that of the woman in the video, my orgasm ripped through me without warning.

Squealing as my body squirmed from the hot orgasmic waves washing over my body, my ass being the epicenter of it all. I wanted more. Looking through my messy raven hair, the couple on the screen were fucking harder than before, and I intended to join them. Fumbling with the bottle of lube, I managed to apply more to my fingers and started massaging my newly explored hole. Stacking my middle finger on top of my index, I pushed them into my ass with care, feeling myself stretch beyond my first exploratory probing. My back arched upwards, pushing my tits off the bed as I took a sharp breath from the widening sensation.

“Fuck!” I said with bated breath before starting to finger my ass again.

I propped myself up on my knees, butt in the air, face in the sheets, and rubbing my clit with vigor. I was ready.

Pushing my fingers to their knuckles, I wanted to fuck myself, but I was enjoying the stretching feeling and started to rub my pulsating clit. I could feel my legs trembling beneath me as I rubbed myself, fixating on the throbbing sensation coming from my ass. My breathing quickened. My hips bucked as my legs failed me. Letting out a series of moans as I flattened back out onto my bed as my orgasm rippled throughout my body, only to return to my clit and asshole, I retreated my sticky fingers from my hot body and closed my eyes as I took a much-needed breath.

Lying there in bliss, the next video began to play, but I was lost in the warmth of my orgasms, content and smiling. I was absent of thought. Time seemed to melt away as I recovered from my explorative activities. Sitting up in a sluggish manner, I was sticky, sweaty, and all around messy. I loved it.

Sitting at the foot of my bed and resting my feet on the floor, I attempted to stand, but my legs quaked with disapproval. Crawling on my bed, I reached back into my night stand to find my hygienic wipes and cleaned my hands off before reaching for my bubbler. Propping myself up against the headboard, I took a couple of hits as I continued to watch the playlist of porn playing uninterrupted, letting my legs recover their physical capabilities.

Wobbling my way into the bathroom, I drew a hot bath and stripped my fuzzy socks off before sinking in. The warm liquid enveloped me as my cognitive abilities gradually returned, allowing me to reflect on what I just did. My fears were tempered, as my tentative interest were emboldened. I stretched open Pandora’s box and there was no returning. This was just the beginning.