I’ve been a member of ST for years. I love reading the submissions. I have been wanting to but I didn’t think I had anything to share. I would call myself a feminist and very woke. I’m also a GenX’er who was an excellent student of the socio/familial norms about needs, wants, desires and how “good girls” don’t have them. And if they did, they express them privately and secretly. Then I saw the Barbie movie (this is not a movie review so I really don’t care if you liked it or didn’t) and something in my brain clicked. Being a “good girl”, brimming with cravings was killing me. I’ll write about this journey if I get feedback. In my writing, I hope the men and women who read it dispel my beliefs about how men think and the doctrine thrown at us all. I guess initially I’ll need a little validation. This is new. Let’s start with me…
I am endlessly fascinated about human sexuality. It’s one of the reasons why I love ST.
OK, let’s do this…
At 55, I am going to just express that contrary to what we have been taught, I look better and feel better than I ever have. Post-menopausal issues corrected with Testosterone have increased my libido to shocking levels. I’m petite and take fairly good care of myself on a strict diet of Doritos and wine. Green leafy? I found the Devil’s Lettuce, the purple strand, and that’s where we will start.
Indica is my Viagra. It gets me out of my head. It quiets the “cock block,” called my brain. It lowers my inhibitions. And it makes me so, so incredibly horny.
I never much like dildos but I thought I would buy the highest rated one on Amazon and give it a try. I am attempting to challenge myself to using a toy without electricity.
I feigned exhaustion last night. As I walked up the stairs, I can feel my breath start quicken as my nipples start to harden. I can feel them rubbing against the lace of my bra. I may leave it on. I lock my door. I found my pen. I lit a candle so no one can smell the weed and I like the way the light reflects on my skin. I now feel my pussy begin to throb. I remove the dildo from its packaging and stick it to a door jam. I grease it up with coconut oil. I love the way it feels like a cock in my hand. I warm more and moan quietly as I put some on my pussy. I take more on my fingers and slide it in my warm, tight vagina. Yoga pants off, and decided to just lose the bra, I begin to gently rub and lightly caress my nipples and breasts.They are so sensitive, always have been, love them! I have my phone close by so I can read some stories. I’m grateful for all the stories. I have a special love of the ones about men masturbating. I have some favorites. I find myself so much more aroused by mature men who are still curious, still interested, and open. I also love reading about straight men who accidentally fall into a sexual dynamic with another man.
I’m now very aroused so I turn to amateur porn and watch how men slowly stroke their cocks and moan. I don’t want to see their faces but I love hearing them groan and enjoy their body unapologetically. I love watching Fleshlight use and grinding pillows. I love to hear them cum and watch the cum pour out of their cocks. I could watch men sensually masturbate forever. I also like the audio. I digress.
At this point I back up and slowly, slowly let the head of it inside my very hungry pussy. She starts contracting around it. I slowly allow the dildo access deep inside of me and I moan. I love being able the control the speed of the fucking. These orgasms are different from ones involving clitoral stimulation. These are involuntary. I cannot begin to tell you how good they feel as I arch my back and let my new cock hit my G-spot. I can feel the hot wetness of my pussy as I go in and out. I am feeling so sexy, connected and free. I hear the kids start towards their rooms. They think I am asleep. I love my private, secret self fuck fest. I am starting to fatigue but as the next orgasm hits, I increase my pace. I left my hair out of its clip and I started pinching my nipples trying to find my yoga pants as I am moaning so loud. I know I am going to scream. I am riding a $12 dildo hard, compliments of Jeff Bezos. I did not know I was this good!! I am shocked by not only my actions but the response of my body. Weary and wet yet still very aroused, I decide I need to get some rest. My knees are sore and my legs are weak as I disengage from the door frame. I throw the dildo under the bed, brush my teeth and get into bed.
I’m exhausted but elated at my new found discovery of pleasure. As I turn on my alarm I grab my vibrator and place it on my clit. I’m quasi awake as I shudder in one last powerful orgasm.
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