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Happygirl Fiinds Herself in a Quandry

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On the other hand an orgasm is still an orgasm

Some time ago, I fell off my bike and sprained my wrist. It was my right wrist, and I'm right-handed. I wore a splint while it healed. Since I am very horny, one of the first concerns I had when this happened had to do with how I was going to masturbate. I really, really love diddling my clit, and I do it at least once a day. Getting myself off is such an important part of my life, and I felt sad about my accident. The night of my accident I laid in bed with my good hand immobilized, and I felt sorry for myself. Frustrated, my left hand wandered to my pussy to stroke and massage it. Wow! I was completely surprised with how that felt. Now, when I masturbate normally, I make good use of both hands, but I always diddle with my right hand. The left hand may help out by holding my labia open or pulling back my clit hood or finger fucking to make the experience that much better, but I never tried diddling with it. As I circled and rubbed my clit with my left hand, I became intrigued and aroused with the different and unfamiliar sensations. It felt like someone else was doing it to me. I couldn't get at my clit at exactly the ideal way, but it was all good. I did a dry rub first, building my arousal, and then I scooped my second and third fingers over my cunt opening to catch a drop of pussy juice that was just beginning to fall. I wanted a wet rub. As I slid the moistened fingers of my left hand directly on my sensitive nub at a steady, unhurried pace, I thought about an old boyfriend from years ago who had been amazing with his hands. I knew I was going to have an orgasm, but it was longer in coming. My left hand circled and circled diligently, and my pussy just ate it up. It clenched and dripped. Since it took unusually longer to build my arousal, that inevitably meant an unusually more mind-blowing orgasm. I wavered between feeling frustrated and feeling pleasantly surprised. At the point of no return, my left hand slid over my clit at blinding speed--only a little clumsy now--as if it had done this all before. My pussy swished and gurgled, and at the crucial moment, the release was agonizing and amazingly pleasant at the same time. And it was a long, long orgasm. I kept on diddling and diddling, twitching and twitching, not knowing exactly when it would end. My body possessed, my left hand woudn't stop and neither would my orgasm. As the calm finally approached, I drew the covers over my cooling body and fell asleep with the fingers from my other hand sticky. My wrist is better now, and I've since become ambidextrous in certain ways.

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