My cunt is my passion and my power. It is vibrant, alive and wet as morning dew. its colours are purple, scarlet and fuschia. Its shape is like an almond nestling in the grass. It's smell is wild, free and dense. Its taste is sweet and salty, like the earth itself.
I masturbate very often, though I also enjoy a wonderful sex life with my man. My cunt is demanding, so that even in the midst of a busy working day, it throbs and trembles if I don't give it attention. In meetings and when in public, I squeeze the muscles often, thereby letting my clit rub up and down in small movements against the seam of my trousers and also making sure my muscles are working well when it comes to clamping down on my man when he enters me. Sometimes, I'll go to the loo and find that my panties are sopping wet, soaked in the juices that flow out of me. When I masturbate, I usually play back in my mind the last lovemaking session I had with my man. This morning, with my fingers working away between my legs, I relived the sex we had last night. He took me by surprise, from behind. Stripped naked, he had me standing up, legs apart, bending down, so that my head and my tits were hanging down. From behind me, he rubbed his eight-inch pole against my cunt, up and down, rubbing my inner lips and teasing my clit with the head of his dick. My juices began to flow, my nipples went hard and I began to thrust my hips against him. The movement of his dick against my cunt made a squelching noise that turned us on, and we both began to grunt and groan. Soon he was inside me and I began to rotate my hips against his dick, so as to feel its pressure against my inner walls, my g-spot swelling and filling up. I could feel him against my ass and I loved the feeling of being filled from behind. By moving up and down, I could work the length of his pole, using my muscles to squeeze him hard, making him groan in pleasure. My man had one hand on my tits, squeezing them and tugging at my nipples and with the other he rubbed my clit. He thrust hard and fast, then slowed down to make it last for both of us. It was sweet agony. Then, he pushed me down and on my back, so my legs were open and my reddened vulva exposed. Sitting between my legs, his pole dripping pre-cum and throbbing with excitement, he thrust three fingers into me and finger fucked me hard and deep, He played with me as he always does when he does this, taking me faster and faster to the edge of orgasm and then slowing down till I moaned and pleaded for more. Then he withdrew his fingers and circled my hole which was dripping wet, while with the other hand he rubbed the left side of my clit. Then his fingers were inside me again, as I grabbed his penis and exploded in waves of orgasm as the juices gushed out of me onto a puddle on the floor. As you can imagine, the orgasm is doubly strong when I masturbate and dream of last night, lying on the sofa as I do, one leg thrown over the edge, my cunt wide and open, three fingers inside me while my other hand plays with my hard bead of a clit. When I come, the orgasm spreads from my centerpoint, my cunt, outward down my legs which shake and tremble, to my belly that jerks and convulses as the fluids drip through my hand. I am in ecstasy.
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