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'Connie' Fourth Instalment

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Connie Age: 37 Posted on: 12 Aug 2005 0 comments
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Thanks to all that took the time to send comments in response to my first three contributions. I was pleased and flattered with your positive feedback. I responded back to you in the 'Specific Contribution' comments section in both June & July. You can always check there for any return comments I send. Your very positive feedback has encouraged me to submit this contribution. You can trust that all my contributions are true and factual. I hope not to disappoint.
Hi again, A little more information about me... I am employed in the IT department of a mid-size company in the city I reside in. That's correct, my day job is being a computer 'nerd'. I migrated to my current position over a period of years. Normal everyday complaints, but for the most part I enjoy my work and I'm challenged by it. Very briefly...I lost my husband in a car accident over two years ago. I met him in my second year of college and he was the one and only 'love of my life.' We were true soul mates and I was absolutely devastated when this happened. I have slowly recovered. I'm surrounded by an extended family, and a few good friends. I live a quiet, content, and quite normal life. We had no children (very long story.) I have not pursued a relationship since his death. My choice. No sympathy is necessary, I had something very special with him and I treasure the memories. For over fifteen years I had enjoyed a varied and active physical relationship with my husband. A very good physical relationship, and yes, we shared a mutual masturbation passion that had been incorporated in our sex life in a variety of ways. I could drive him crazy with my masturbation 'shows.' He loved to watch Connie 'playing with herself' and I enthusiastically complied with his requests. I could be an absolute 'slut' performing for him... Other times I would tell him my personal masturbation 'stories' as I stroked his cock (it was a nice size and thick, thank you.) It would sexually arouse both of us, as I shared specific details, regarding true experiences of my masturbation habits. It excited me to see how hard, how far, and how many 'ropes of cum' I could expel from the head of his cock at the 'climax' of my stories. And, yes, he heard the versions of my previous contributions to Solo Touch. For the record, I became adept in treating a guy to a 'wicked' hand-job starting with my boyfriend in the latter part of high school. With some tips from my two high school girlfriends, and also, being a dairy farmers' daughter, with experience 'milking cows,' I quickly learned the skilled nuances of providing extreme pleasure to a males' penis with my hands. (I'm serious about the 'milking cows' comment...Tug...pull...gently...a little firmer...repeat.) For you male readers out there...If you have never been stroked by a dairy farmers' daughter, you have missed out on a very special treat! Sorry, I couldn't resist. After my husbands' death, I faced a dilemma. Despite my emotional devastation, my sexual desires resurfaced, and I found myself alone. What to do? I commenced with a regular pattern of solitary 'self-pleasuring.' Oh yes, I had continued to masturbate while I was married, but more often than not, it would be with my husband present. If I masturbated when he was not around, I would 'tattle' on myself, and that could lead to a very satisfying evening, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. We were very open with each other about almost everything. I miss that. In trying to decide what direction I wanted to go with this contribution, I considered many different personal experiences. I am twenty-five years removed from 'My First Time.' If my math is accurate, in one manner or another, I have experienced thousands of orgasms in my life. My goodness! Obviously, a good percentage of these orgasms have been self-induced. There are only so many ways to describe the throes of an orgasm. I think the eroticism of an experience, has much to do with the setting, or what initiated the self-pleasuring. Would you agree? Also, if you have read my previous contributions you already realize I can be long-winded. If an experience can be told in ten words, I will use a hundred to get to the point. My thoughts are that if someone wants to skip over certain portions or details that is their choice. I attempt to cater to those who prefer to become immersed in the tiniest details of an experience. So, what to share this time? Since my first three contributions reflected on the teenage 'Connie,' maybe it's time to familiarize you with the adult 'Connie.' Perhaps take you into my bedroom to 'watch' one of my masturbation 'shows.' I have missed having someone watch me doing 'naughty' things to myself. I do have some favorite fantasies I conjure up to put me in the right mood. I probably should share one or two of these with you while we're at it. What do you think?...Okay, now that we have agreed on that, let's slip into my bedroom... After my husbands' death I converted a guest bedroom in our home into a bedroom for myself. I'm sure you understand why. It's a nice size room, about 15' by 20'. The walls are painted pale green with muted beige wall trimming near the ceiling. Outdoor type colors, feminine but woodsy. There is still a little of the farm girl in me. The bed comforter, shades, and curtains, complement the wall colors. Typical bedroom furniture, with the focal point of the room being the queen-size sleigh bed I purchased when I re-did the room. I adore that style of bed. A goose feather filled mattress cover and comforter lie atop the bed. This room is a safe haven for me, my refuge, if you will. It is on my sleigh bed that I most often pleasure myself... If you were watching me on an evening of my self-indulgence this is what you would observe... I have entered my bedroom after a long and busy day. Time to leave the outside world behind. I have taken my evening bath. A warm, sudsy, lazy bath that has left me feeling pampered and relaxed. I remove the light blue summer robe I wore from the bathroom and drop it at the side of my bed. The small night-light plugged into the wall, casts just enough light to observe my shadowy movements on the bed. I climb onto my bed, my nude body settling in the center, resting on my back, with a couple of pillows supporting the back of my head. The room temperature is comfortable enough, that I don't need any covers to be warm and cozy. This will allow me to have unobstructed arm and hand movement as I fondle my body. The slightest twinge of sexual arousal permeates between my thighs in anticipation of my nights' activity... The bed engulfs my petite body. At thirty-seven years old I've managed to retain my 'girlish' figure. Through much hard work and exercise, I might add. Not so much from vanity, but to feel good about myself. My weight is just about right for my 5'2' frame. My breasts are a bit fuller from when I was younger, bordering on a C-cup. My blondish brown hair cut to the middle of my neck with soft curls. My ass is still my best feature. When we first met, my husband would always kid me that my 'shapely' ass is what first captured his attention. Also, that I had a strong resemblance to his favorite singer/actress at that time. I didn't mind that at all. A gal does have to use her female wiles, you know... As I begin my solo sexual sojourn my eyes are closed. I bring the fingers of my hands to my mouth to moisten them with my saliva. I then drop my hands and begin to fondle my soft breasts. Each breast almost a perfect fit in either hand. I manipulate my light brown quarter size nipples with my saliva to harden their tips into erect nubs. In a little while, I will be wet enough down below, to use the light, slippery nectar from between my thighs as a lubricant for the same purpose. (Yes, I stole that idea from my high school girlfriends.) I gently tug and pinch the nipples on my breasts to full arousal. My mind shifts into sexual fantasy gear. What fantasy to focus on this time? So many to choose from, so many in the sexual fantasy file in my mind. More often than not, the theme will revolve around another persons' masturbation practice. One that is real, or perhaps, one that is in only in my imagination... A random thought enters my mind of a true experience that happened my first year in college. Yes, I will start with that! I drop my hands from my breasts, slide them across the silky soft skin of my stomach, place my hands on either side of my pussy, gently grasp the slightly moistened lips of my labia with the thumb and index finger of each of my hands, and begin to manipulate their thick velvety texture. It feels nice. I recall a night in college, way back when... I'm lying in my bed in my dorm room, late in the evening, a couple of months after I started college. Since I've been there, my self-pleasuring has had to be conducted on the sly. Not like back home, when I was in high school, and I pleasured myself in the privacy of my own bedroom. My solo sessions have been restricted to brief 'quickies' when I can sneak it in...In the shower when my soapy wash cloth lingers longer than necessary between my legs to induce those sweet spasms...Sitting on the toilet, behind a locked door, rubbing my clit frantically, to 'cum' as soon as possible, in order not to arouse suspicion among the other females in the dorm...In my dorm room bed, in my traditional manner, but with the necessity to complete my 'business' quickly, so as not to get caught by my extremely prudish roommate. It had turned into a challenge to keep 'my little guy in the boat' happy and content... On this day, I had not had the opportunity to quiet the 'twinges' that had been distracting me throughout the day. I had attempted to get back to my dorm room before 'Ms. Prude' (a nickname some of the other female dorm mates had assigned to her) returned. No luck. She was already there, and in her bed. Darn! There was no way I was going to be able to appease myself with her lying in bed less than ten feet away from where my bed was. I undressed and climbed into bed, resigning myself to delaying my gratification until the next day... I could not get to sleep. My mind wandered with thoughts of my classes and an upcoming test. I was still a bit homesick for the life I had been so comfortable with for the first seventeen years of my life. I tried to lie still in order to lull myself into a restful slumber. I was almost certain Ms. Prude was asleep. Perhaps, fifteen or twenty minutes elapsed when I heard Ms. Prude whisper, 'Connie, are you still awake?' I remained silent. I could give you numerous reasons why I did not want to have a conversation with her at that time. I pretended to be sleeping... A minute or two went by and once again Ms. Prude whispered a bit louder, 'Connie, are you awake?' Once more, I feigned sleep. I was lying on my side facing her bed. My eyes were partially open. The room was dark, but I could make out the shadow of her body in her bed. She was under the covers. I was sure she could not detect whether my eyes were open or closed, so I continued to 'peek' across the room. A couple of more minutes went by and the room was silent. I lay as still as I could. I guess Ms. Prude decided I was sleeping. I heard a rustling movement coming from her bed. I slowly opened my eyes all the way... Ms. Prude was shuffling around on her bed. Getting into a more comfortable position in order to sleep? The darkness of the room made it somewhat difficult to observe her exact movements. No, she was up to something more than just rearranging herself for sleep. From what I could detect it looked like she was taking one of the two pillows underneath her head and repositioning it. She was bringing it down further underneath the covers. Hmmm...what's up with that? Was she a 'security' pillow hugger? Her head was turned away from me and I continued to watch. A few more, slow, subtle movements and it became obvious to me that she was fussing with the cotton nightgown that she always wore to bed. It looked like her arms were tugging upwards, bringing the nightgown further up her body. Is this going, where I think it might be going, I wondered? I continued to watch... Ms. Prude was not unattractive. She was about 5'6', weighing about 125 with a proportioned figure. She had full breasts, perhaps 36C. She was a brunette who normally wore her hair in a type bun style. She was pretty in a plain sort of way. She wore heavy rimmed glasses that did not complement her facial features. She had a clear complexion and used very little make-up. She alway dressed very conservatively. She had come from an extremely conservative background, and in hindsight, I now realize she was not at all comfortable with her sexuality at that time in her life. She was quick to criticize the other girls in the dorm on their style of dress, make-up, boyfriends, etc. Thus the name, Ms. Prude. Hey, even though I was from the farm, I had been to a few county fairs. I was aware at that time in my life that other females masturbated, expecially because of my interaction on this behavior with my high school girlfriends. Even though I was hiding my own masturbation habits in the dorm, I was certain that the dorm I resided in, the same as any other dorm, then and now, was a hotbed of secret masturbation frenzy. However, if you had asked me before that night, I would have bet that Ms. Prude was an exception to that rule. I was in for a surprise!... My eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was like watching a black and white movie or TV show. Ms. Prude must have been convinced that I was asleep. She paid no further attention to me as she proceeded with her nocturnal activity. Filling in the blanks to what I was observing in her bed, I decided that she had uncovered the lower portion of her body from her nightgown. She shuffled some more, and no, she wasn't hugging her pillow, she was mounting her pillow, positioning it underneath her genital area. Did she still have her panties on? I didn't know. I did know one thing for sure, though. Ms Prude was about to commence pleasuring herself atop her pillow. Ms. Prude was a pillow 'humper!' Who woulda thunk? This should be special, I thought... It was just a slow subtle movement at first. I'm sure she had both of her hands underneath her pillow as she began to move against it. I could detect the movement of her ass, raised beneath the covers, as she pressed her mid-section back and forth, up and down against her makeshift sexual partner. I immediately wondered what her fantasy might be as she moved against her pillow. I knew she had had very limited sexual experience in her life. What had she conjured up in her mind to accommodate this little sexual journey? Who knows? She settled into a steady rhythm in her movements shortly after starting. She would rub herself against the pillow about a dozen 'humps,' stop for about ten seconds, and then repeat this movement. Slow at first, and then faster movements as she 'pressed' forward. She adjusted her pillow a couple of times. Most likely to bunch it tighter against what now must be her sexually aroused pussy. Well, well, well. Very interesting, very, very, interesting!... As I realized what Ms. Prude was up to, a jolt of sexual desire overcame me. I also realized there wasn't a thing I was going to be able to do to quench my desire at that time. I was lying in my bed, on my side, facing Ms. Prudes' bed. My arms were under my pillow, supporting my head. I was afraid if I made the slightest move to rearrange myself, Ms. Prude would hear my movement and realize I was not asleep. I had already decided I was going to be a silent observer to her 'activity' and I did not want to jeopardize that. No matter how aroused I became, as she pursued orgasm, I was helpless to induce my own. This was going to be torture. I remained motionless as I continued to watch... Ms. Prude continued on in earnest. She appeared to be practiced with this method of self-pleasuring. Once again, you have to realize that in the short time I had known her, if there was anyone that I would have guessed abstained from 'self-abuse,' it would have been Ms. Prude. This made it all the more exciting to me...my masturbation fetish secretly being catered to. I was becoming wetter down below. She was about five minutes into her solitary pillow ride, several intense jerky motions against her pillow, a pause, and then several more. She had the rhythm down pat, it seemed. It may have been my imagination, but I'm almost certain I could detect some slight, almost inaudible gasps escaping her lips. I could discern the undulating motion of her covers as a result of the activity underneath. That was erotic to me, very erotic... She picked up her pace. Less time between starts and stops. She seemed to be pressing harder against her pillow, agitating herself with more intensity. I was familiar with this method of masturbation. I had utilized it myself in the past as an alternative to my fingers. Although, 'fingering' myself was my preferred method, I had occasionally rode myself to orgasm on my pillow, a pleasant alternative at times, to bring on those genital contractions. Oh yes, I knew this would do the trick for Ms. Prude. I knew it would be just a few minutes before I would watch her go over the edge. My eyes were glued to my roommates' bed...my own pussy was on fire... It was less than ten minutes after Ms. Prude had commenced with her pillow ride that I could sense she was reaching her completion. She was pressing more furiously, and longer, between pauses. She seemed to be oblivious to me being in the room. I must have been convincing in my sleep charade. I had become so 'horny' by this time that I could have gotten myself off with just a few quick strokes of my own, but I didn't dare. She got to the point where she was pushing against her pillow relentlessly, and I thought she was going to go over the edge, but then she stopped. Had she had her orgasm? I didn't think so. Thirty to forty-five seconds elapsed, her body lay still. Maybe she did have her orgasm. If so, she was more controlled than I at the point of climax. Ahhhh...but no..after this longer pause she started up again and I knew her grand finale was just a few brief moments away. This time she didn't stop. She humped non-stop, the covers on top of her ass jiggled in motion to her movement, her arms underneath the pillow pressing the soft material firmly against her moist center. Her body froze for a brief second and then jerked spastically in response to the first spasm of her orgasm...she gasped...and then several more spasms followed the first...as she shook and moaned quietly in response to the contractions escaping her clitoris. It appeared to be a very intense orgasm Ms. Prude was enjoying. I was quite impressed and immensely horny. I was desperate to quench the pulsating desire between my own thighs, but that was out of the question. Finally, her body relaxed underneath her covers and her sexual mission was complete... The room was eerily silent. Ms. Prude remained still on her stomach, with her pillow tucked underneath. I remained silent on my bed, I didn't dare move, lest I give myself away. A couple of long minutes went by. My eyes were still open, but I was certain she was not aware of that in the darkened room. Finally, Ms. Prude shuffled on her bed and rearranged herself. She brought her pillow back up and placed it underneath her head. She placed her head, face down, into the pillow. Was she sniffing the lingering aroma from her satisfied genitals? I couldn't be sure. Perhaps she had removed her panties before starting, which would have left a dark wet spot where her pussy had rubbed against the soft pillowcase. I was curious about that little detail. My own unsatiated pussy was driving me crazy. I was nearly insane with a need to put out my own fire... We both lay still in our respective beds. About five minutes went by. Five long minutes! Suddenly I heard movement in Ms. Prudes' bed and I realized she was getting out of her bed. I quickly closed my eyes. Was it possible she was going to go to the bathroom that was outside our room and down the hall? Could I be that lucky? I just needed a couple of brief minutes to tend to my own 'business.' Yes! I heard her walk across the room, open the door quietly, and walk down the hall, closing the door behind her. I knew I had two, maybe three minutes, of welcome privacy to extinguish my sexual fire... In an instant I turned over on my back, raised my nightgown above my stomach, and almost in a panic shoved my right hand underneath my panties. Back home I had become accustomed to leisurely 'self-pleasuring' sessions. In the privacy of my own bedroom, I would indulge myself slowly, with much 'self foreplay,' leading to a satisfying orgasm. My solo sessions would last anywhere from ten to thirty minutes. I would tease myself, take my time to get to the edge, back off several times, before bringing on those blissful contractions I had become so practiced at. I mentioned that life in the dorm had changed my masturbation habits, as it would be this night. The instant my fingers touched my pussy I was off to the races. I was soaked. I found my right labia lip, placed two of my fingers overtop it, found my enflamed, hardened clitoris underneath, and rubbed furiously. My mind was locked on what I had just witnessed and my fingers did not stop for even a second after making contact with my pussy. Trust me when I say that I 'came' quicker that night than anytime previously in my life. No question at all about that little detail. In less than two minutes I felt my spasms ready to escape my body beneath my flying fingers. I didn't stop...uuggghhh...very nice long spasms as the contractions lifted my ass off my mattress...so intense, so good. I completed my ministrations and laid still. Whew...with time to spare. I removed my fingers from my panties, took a quick smell of my juices, and pulled my nightgown back down. I rolled over on my side, the same as I had been when Ms. Prude left the room, and closed my eyes. Ms. Prude was back in the room no more than a minute or so after I completed my pleasant task. A few more minutes and two freshmen college girls were fast asleep. 'Connie' had a secret and new sexual 'fodder' she could use for her own arousal in the future. I purposely remained in bed the following morning until Ms. Prude was up and went to take her shower. I was out of my bed almost as soon as she closed the door and walked down the hall. I went over to her bed, raised the covers and picked up her pillow for a closer look. What do you know, there was a dried stain on the pillowcase of her 'pillow lover.' So she had removed her panties to conduct her activity. There was no doubt that the residue on her pillowcase was her dried 'juices' from the previous night. DNA evidence, if you will. Ms. Prude was tried and convicted in my nosy little mind. It would take a novel to tell the entire story of Ms. Prude. Perhaps, in a future contribution I will tell the full version of the sexual cat and mouse game I played with her that first year of college. How I purchased my first vibrator, and my discreet utilization of it in the dorm. Ms. Prudes' discovery of my hidden vibrator, and what I'm certain she did with it! (Oh, yes!)...My future observations of Ms. Prudes' masturbation practices...How I decided to let her catch me, sexually indulging myself, and the aftermath of that incident...I knew she knew that I 'did' it...She never figured out that I knew she 'did' it. It would be a lengthy story and quite erotic. Maybe next time, we'll see...but I digress... Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I had invited you to watch one of my masturbation 'shows.' How did I get so far off track? I start to share a fantasy that I might use to arouse myself and I ramble on for pages. My goodness, you must forgive me. When I self-pleasure I will normally shuffle through a fantasy or two (or four or five) and then when I'm nearing completion I will focus on a specific favorite fantasy to bring myself off. The true experience I shared above might be a starting point in my solo session. Then it would be time to move on to others... As you watch me masturbate, I spend these first few moments massaging my labia lips as I described above...silky, and smooth and velvety. My juices begin to seep from within me...clear, wet and slippery. I take a moment to slide, first one, then two, then my three middle fingers, squeezed together, inside the tight open slit at my center. Still a snug fit after all these years. I bring these fingers up to my nose and smell my sexual aroma, so intoxicating to me still. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick my bittersweet juices, a very familiar taste that I enjoy. I take a moment to pause at my breasts and rub a bit of my nectar on each nipple, my left hand lingers on my breasts, as my right hand drops down across my stomach, through my neatly trimmed, and slightly curly pubic hair, and comes to rest on the outside of my right labia lip. My index and middle fingers begin their rotating motion against the hidden nub below. My 'nub' is erect and firm as a result of my foreplay and my fantasies. Which fantasy do I want to focus on this time?... Perhaps a hand job I have given in the past. My soft delicate hand, covered with a slippery lotion, wrapped around an engorged, rock hard penis, stroking and tugging the firmness. Tickling the sensitive spot at the back base of its' head, with the tip of my finger, to bring it to full mast. Grasping if firmly, sliding my hand from top to bottom, again and again, urging the copious fluid to explode spastically at the moment of climax. It has always been erotic for me to see how high and far I can induce that warm, white fluid to fly. Mmmmm... Or one of the stories I have read on this Solo Touch site. Claire in 'English Graduate (2), masturbating secretly in a dorm bathroom stall with an unsuspecting accomplice in the stall next to her, enjoying an explosive orgasm just seconds after the co-ed induces her own orgasmic spasms. So sexy, so erotic! My mind may wander back to my mutual masturbation session with my high school girlfriends that I shared in 'Connie-Third Instalment.' Those memories never fail to arouse me. So many experiences, so many fantasies I've created through the years. Which one to choose???... Wait!!! I just had a thought. I am performing a masturbation 'show' for you, am I not? I'm going to fantasize that you have decided to join me as you watch. Mutual masturbation, if you will allow me. Perhaps, a part of my story above has struck a sexual chord in you. A setting, a phrase, maybe just a single word that I have written has sparked a twinge of lust that needs to be attended to. A female reader who has become moist between her thighs...a male reader now engorged and hard...a couple reading together deciding to pleasure each other. Yes, my fondest wish is that you will 'pleasure' yourself as you watch me. I will be watching you. I'll try to make it sexy and erotic for you. Perhaps, I will be a bit more animated, since I know you're watching. No more talking now, Connie... I'm several minutes into my solo session. I'm in my most common position. My head is resting on two pillows. My eyes are closed as I envisage you fondling yourself, your erect clitoris or penis, whichever the case, being manipulated in a sexual manner. So arousing that is to me! I'm lying on my back, my right leg raised with my foot pressed against the mattress. My left leg flat on the bed, spread wide, to allow me easy access to my moist center. The 'appetizer' fantasies I have used to this point have left me in a state of high arousal. I am intent on bringing myself to an extremely intense, satisfying orgasm in just a short while. 'Cumming' together with you. You can see my female juices glistening in the dark. So wet I am, so horny. My labia lips are thickened and my clitoris is enlarged to the size of a large pea, a very large pea. Do you like how I look down 'there?' I hope so. My left hand is busy massaging my breasts, my taut nipples hardened at their tips, covered with the nectar I rubbed on them just a few moments ago. It feels nice, so nice...My right hand is busy between my thighs, touching my most private parts. So practiced my hand is after all these years, gently and firmly applying pressure to my most sensitive parts. My fingers are familiar with every nook and crevice in the center of my body. I settle into a rhythm I know so well, sliding my labia lip across my clit, slow, and then a little faster, and then a bit faster still, then slowing down to repeat the process. What were you thinking? Oh, that...Yes, I can do that for you... I place my three middle fingers outside the entrance to my pussy, my very wet pussy. I squeeze my fingers together and push them forward, easily sliding them inside my slippery opening. A tight fit against my inner walls. As I glide my fingers in and out, the 'squishing' sound I find so erotic fills the room. I'll move my fingers faster, so the sound will be more audible to you. There...do you like that? I thought you might. I know, I'm showing off some. I do have a tendency to get carried away with myself when I'm putting on a show. I hope you don't mind... I lingered a bit longer 'finger fucking' myself since you were watching. I'm attempting to be 'naughtier' than usual. Time to smell and taste my moisture. Mmmmmm...my fingers smell so nice...Do you want a whiff? Go ahead...that is such a nice aroma, is it not? Oh, you want to taste them, also? Me first...yes, that bittersweet flavor I know so well. Here you go, your turn, doesn't that taste so special? That was nice of you to allow me to share!... Oh my, I have become enormously aroused from our mutual activity. I'm starting to get close to what is going to be a very, very, intense orgasm. It is very sensual to me, to have been joined by you...to be watched by you. I intend to make it worth your while as you watch my sexual climax. I should prepare you for what you will see... When I reach and go over the edge, when the first contraction releases from my body, a huge moan will escape my lips. My fingers will be furiously rubbing my labia-covered clitoris. My bended right knee will quiver and my thighs will jerk involuntarily in and out. My toes will curl in and out in rhythm with my spasms. My eyes will be tightly shut. My mouth partially opened to allow the moans of sexual delight to escape from deep within my body. My ass will tighten and lift off the bed with each wave of my orgasm. I will ride it out with you. I promise. Won't you please join me? That will enhance my orgasm so much...so very much... I'm focusing on my fantasy of you masturbating in unison with me. On the female that is fingering herself at the same pace as I rub myself. On the male stroking his engorged steel-hard cock, just a few moment away from exploding and spewing his warm white juice high in the air. My own fingers are working their magic on my enflamed nub. I'm so close now, almost to those last few seconds when you realize your orgasm is imminent. You know what I mean, don't you? I'm at the edge...I pause for a few brief seconds...holding myself at the edge just a little bit longer...just a bit longer...mmmmmmmmmm...I really can't hold off anymore...I allow myself to go over the edge.........!!!!!!! Nnnnngggghhhhh...YES, my first huge spasm...you're cumming with me, I can picture you in my mind...your quivering clitoris...your exploding cock...I can see you, yes I can! Keep watching me, don't take your eyes off of me! Nnnnngggghhhh...another long spasm...my moans are loud and long...my body is shuddering uncontrollably...your pussy, your cock, matching me spasm for spasm, contraction for contraction, so intense, so good, so satisfying. I still have a few more spasms escaping my body...there, there, and there, and yes, one last small quiver from my clitoris. Oh my, Oh my, that was soooo good! So, so good. I came so hard. I know you did to, because I could picture you in my mind. I really need to rest now. An orgasm that intense leaves me with no energy. Not an ounce of energy left in my body. I will drift peacefully to sleep. Good night. Time to leave you until next time. It was nice visiting with you again. We have a secret to share now, don't we? I feel so naughty. So bad we were. So good it was. Let me know if you want me to visit again. You know where to leave your comments. Take care, Connie