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Dreaming up my own porn

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Bored with porn so I made up my own.

I get bored with porn most of the time. It's just so disappointing that the images don't fit exactly according to what turns me on. So I've just given up and starting fantasizing more vividly. This is one of my fantasies about watching a lovely woman. The first time I watched porn, I was a senior in high school and hanging out with a bunch of friends. We had ordered pizza and were hanging out like a bunch of teenage kids in the living room of one of the girls while her parents were away. There was this guy among us who was 18, so we got him to go out and fetch us some porn. He came back with 3 videos that were for straight men, and we spent the rest of the night watching them. I knew I liked looking at women's bodies and women experiencing pleasure, but this was a let-down. Nearly all of the women in the videos had silicone breasts, orange skin, and bleached blond hair. They wore lots of make-up. They all had sex with high heels and garter belts on. They didn't look like they were enjoying it at all. Their squeaks and cries sounded fake and ridiculous. The men didn't even look like they were having fun. They had to have orgasms because it was their job, but they didn't look like they liked it. I somewhat enjoyed the girl-girl scenes and the girl-alone scenes, but the girls in question here were definitely not fun to look at. Then there's the internet porn for straight men. I can find lots of close-ups of spread pussy and women rubbing their spread pussy---usually while wearing stick-on nails that are some garish color---on the net, but hardly any of it is interesting to me. Almost all of the pussy is shaved in some way, either completely or almost completely, and I like it natural. Also, most of the pussy I see is bone-dry, and who wants to look at a dry pussy? Boring! When I do come across one that's dripping, it gets me hot, but there are only so many times I can look at the same image before I get bored again. I've tried lesbian porn made for lesbians, but found it disappointing, too. There just isn't all that much lesbian porn out there, and what I've seen isn't all that much of a turn-on for me. There's the butch-femme porn that has lots of leather, chains, tattoos, and piercings. Then there's the warm-fuzzy soft-core porn that makes me yawn. For some reason, both kinds involve lots of strap-ons and other toys, and that's not really my thing. Dreamed-Up Girl-Alone Scenario God... the thought of a woman masturbating is so hot. I wish there were videos out there that did it justice, but---alas---I haven't found one. In one fantasy, I'm hiking in the state park nearby my home. It's early in the morning, and many people are not up at this hour. There are campsites at this park that are secluded so that campers can have their privacy, but I take a wrong turn and find myself approaching the entrance of a site. There's a woman lying in the open air on top of her sleeping bag, and she is completely nude. She appears to be sleeping. She has smooth, creamy skin. Her breasts are full and round with large areolas and rosy nipples. Her curved belly rises and falls to the rhythmic breathing of her slumber. I am captivated by the patch of straw-colored hairs on her mound. I strain to look at what's between her thighs, but I can't get a good enough view. I go closer, and she stirs from the sound of my footsteps. I stop and stand motionless, afraid to even breathe. She settles and drifts back into her deep sleep, and I approach some more. Again, she stirs, and I stop. Subconsciously, she starts stroking her amazing body with her hands. She appears to be only halfway awake. I'm in shock. Am I really seeing this? I'm only a few feet away from her. She continues stroking her creamy skin, and she gradually becomes flushed in her face, chest, and neck. Her nipples pucker and harden. Her legs spread ever so slightly, and finally I can see her pussy. She's a plump one, I think to myself. Her outer labia are a puffy rosy pink similar to the color of her nipples. There isn't a lot of hair on them. Her inner labia are full but remain closed, and the sight of her folded-shut pussy teases me like crazy. She moves her right hand down to her mound and rests it there, unmoving. I stand there and wait for what seems like an eternity. I feel a tinge of disappointment, thinking she has fallen back asleep. I savor the sight of her body one last time and take a step backwards to leave when I see her fingers rustle the hair in her bush. Frozen in my steps, I stand and watch. Slowly, she starts to stroke her mound, softly like petting a cat. I can't believe what I'm seeing. I feel warm drops escape from me, tickling my labia before falling into the crotch of my underwear. The petting doesn't appear to be a wayward movement in her sleep. It continues steadily, purposefully, even though the woman appears not to be conscious. Eventually, her hand---as if guided on automatic---becomes more precise in its movements. She is still stroking with her entire hand to that same rhythm, but now I see that her middle finger travels a path from her slit to her clitoris. She does this over and over again, spreading her flaps which close over and envelop her stroking finger. I know she has to be moist. Her left hand eventually joins her right between her thighs. The fingers of her left hand spread her lips even farther, revealing a delicate pink surface like a wet flower. Her right hand continues to stroke, the middle finger tracing that precise path of pleasure. She stirs again, and her eyelids flutter. I'm afraid she'll wake up completely and discover me. Instead, she lifts her knees up and spreads them farther apart while she continues to stroke. Seeming to drift off to sleep again, she lets her hands go limp. They fall aside, and for a long moment, I have an unobstructed view of her open pussy. Her labia are juicy and fleshy, and I am jealous of whoever has had the opportunity to taste them. Her clitoris is bigger than mine, and I'm fascinated by the head---about the size of a pea---protruding from underneath the retracted hood. The entire area glistens in the early morning sun. My heart is pounding, my legs are trembling, and I'm afraid I'll pass out from hyperventilating. She takes her hands to herself once again and continues to stroke. By this point, the tension in my own pussy is unbearable, and my underwear is completely soaked through. Each trickle of fluid teases my sensitive lips. She increases the rhythm of her hand gradually and changes her stroking from a one-direction petting to a more urgent back and forth rub. I'm in awe of her half-asleep body's mounting pleasure. In another moment, she lets out a gasp, and her lovely body tenses. Her chest heaves, and she crosses her thighs over her hands which now make quick, jerky movements. She takes one last sigh before relaxing her body, uncrossing her legs, and resuming deep sleep. I watch as her dewy petals close up from their early morning bloom.

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