I Can't Stop

Only, I’m never satisfied. 

When I first started, I didn’t really know what I was doing. All I knew was that when I touched down there in a certain way, it felt good. I’d do it every night before bed, every time I was alone at home, and eventually, every time I went to the bathroom. It felt so exhilarating touching myself when no one else knew I was. By the time I’d graduated to properly pleasing myself, there was no way I’d ever stop. I loved to watch myself in the mirror, overcome by pure lust for the image of my own self-pleasure. I’d take pictures and videos to watch back later, shaking and leaking cum as I watched myself from the day before do the same. 

I was scared to finger myself at first, but I quickly realized how the added stimulation could elevate the feeling of an orgasm so much. It was how I got myself to squirt too. I’d piston my fingers in and out of my pulsing hole and muffle my cries when the dam burst and all I could hear was the sound of my cum shooting all over myself. Sometimes I’d use it as lube to go through another round, this time twitching and flexing more than ever due to over-sensitivity. 

I found, late one night, that I could coax myself into eight orgasms in a row with short breaks in between. To start it was a challenge, caressing my wet cunt into feeling what I knew it wanted to feel, but by the end I was rubbing my clit with the harshness of someone who didn’t care if she couldn’t take it. I’d make her take it. And she did. 

Every. Single. Time. 

It seems like it’s impossible for me to not make myself cum. Sometimes it’s gentle, a slow and warm rhythm that allows me to sink bonelessly into my bed and ride the calm waves of pleasure. Sometimes it’s ferocious, like a beast I can’t tame but I continue to feed it anyway. Adding weed to the mix sort of combined the two. It’d start in my mind, the memory of pleasure so bone deep I could never forget it. And then my pussy started to get wet. I could feel the wet patch forming without so much as a ghost of a touch, and then I was gone. I’d clench my thighs together and sway my hips, still smoking, just to feel how my thirsty cunt wanted attention so badly. I had to make her wait for it, and then when I finally gave it to her, she leaked and fluttered so beautifully for me.

So, I think you get it. I can’t even lie that just writing this didn’t put me into a state of need. My poor kitty’s just been pulsing with hunger the entire time. 

But I’m making her wait for it.

I'll try to be as cohesive and articulate as I can be, but right now all I can think about is how much I want to cum. I love cumming so much, if I could spend the rest of my life giving myself orgasms, I would. Sometimes I fantasize about giving up a functional life and being a slave to my greedy pussy forever— as if I’m not the one who made her this way. Years upon years of teasing and pleasing her, hours spent rubbing my clit til my breath stuttered and choked. The memories of my own pussy dripping in the mirror of a public restroom is enough to draw a reaction. It’s like a drug, this feeling. Like I would do anything to get what I so desperately crave, except give it to myself right this second because the sensation of a needing cunt is just so good on its own. I’ve successfully had a hands free orgasm twice in my life. The first time was a shock, something I only half-realized I was doing until I was panting in bed, heat curling up inside me from the flesh I could feel pulsing behind my hole. The release was like no other, and I’ve spent countless smoke sessions attempting to coax the same feeling, but I was only successful one other time (for now). I’ve considered not even servicing my pussy after I’m done writing this. How cruel, it would be, to leave a poor, needing wet thing to fend for itself only in my dreams. I’d probably be called to redeem myself in the morning, shoving a hand down my shorts and rubbing her just right until I sighed with relief. No, just that idea has me going again, and I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight without at least one orgasm. Maybe two, but we’ll see how tired I am after the first. Shouldn’t be too strenuous really, with how I already feel like I’m halfway there.

I’ve reached my limit for tonight. I hope my story inspired something pleasurable for you as it has for me. Stay gooning my friends ^_^*