Breathe, Touch, Cum

I could see the soft points of my nipples through the cotton material as I mercilessly teased myself even further with a quick tweak to each one. Tingles like lightning fired between them and my screaming clit, which I softly circled in between fingering the wet fabric covering my pussy. If anyone had walked by the uncovered window, I hadn’t noticed. The wall clock ticked in the silence, its beat of scandalized tuts the soundtrack to my wanton self-pleasure. I wanted more of my fingers diving into my pussy.

Diving Into Pussy-Chasing Rainbows

Carefully, so as to savor every glorious sensation, I peeled the lace from my hot, excited pussy with my increasingly sticky fingertips. My mini-massage so far had caused the lace to press even more tightly than usual into my smooth vulva, and there was an exhilarating ripple of sensation every time another millimeter of sodden fabric detached from my puffy, parted lips.

Pulling it to the side, my desire for satisfaction overrode my patience pleasuring my pussy. I scooped the wetness pooled at my opening and used it to lubricate my internal exploration – now unhindered by lace. I felt so hot, so slippery, so tight and intimate. The heel of my palm rubbed joyously against my urgently needy clit. Causing a surge of orgasmic sensation back through my body terminating at the twin points of my torturously teased nipples.

Diving Into Pussy

I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I forced myself to pay no attention to whether anyone was walking past, hoped for the best, and let my private fantasies flow through my imagination raw and unfiltered. The most shocking thoughts from the darkest parts of my mind were contributed to by stories, movies, friends, and my own perversions. Filthy, disgusting thoughts, outrageous images, humiliations and power and control and abuse and degradation, and all the things that must never be.

Abandoning my saturated, finger-fucked pussy, I used my liquid arousal to attend to my not-so-patient clit. This is where it was going to emanate from. Where my orgasm would be brought to life. It wasn’t going to take too much longer. My index and middle finger easily slipped over my erect. Exposed and straining clit, my slippery hot pussy juice forming the perfect lube.

Diving Into Pussy

Faster and faster I moved my fingertips lightly over my slicked clit. My other hand tweaking my nipples here and there to add an extra layer of stimulation. Over the top of my clit, then to the side. Dipping my fingers down again into my hot, tight entrance. Gathering more of the copious lubricant and returning to flick my fingertips over my nerve-ending central once more.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Forgetting everything else but the last few fantasies dirtying up my mind. The sensation of my fingertips slipping with incredible speed over my slick clitoris, I gave myself over to my orgasm. I still didn’t cry out too loud. I guess I’m too well-trained by house-sharing now. But I did cause a wet patch on the sofa which later proved difficult to explain. Especially when coupled with such a smug, self-satisfied smile.