Flick the Clit

In a world that often shies away from discussing the art of female pleasure, it’s time to break the silence and celebrate the art of self-love. Female masturbation is a natural and beautiful aspect of sexuality. While deserving to be acknowledged, understood, and celebrated. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been all alone in the house. To say it was a rare occurrence these days was an understatement. I’d even switched off the incessant background chatter of the television. The silence felt like an old friend, forgiving my long absence and welcoming me back with an embrace filled with tantalizing potential. Pleasuring my pussy!

Pleasuring My Pussy-Oohs and Ahhs

After simply enjoying the revitalizing silence for a few minutes, I wondered what I should do to make the best use of this alone time. The answer was pretty obvious, pleasuring my pussy.

The decadence of being able to pleasure myself elsewhere than our bedroom’s safe haven, or behind a locked bathroom door, was supremely arousing by itself – and I hadn’t even started yet. I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. I’m also hyper aware of my breasts. The hardening of my nipples and my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part. Begging to be filled and pleasured, I was naughty not nice, and fucking proud.

I had at least an hour yet, no need to rush. The lounge curtains, however, were wide open, with sunlight streaming in from the street outside. Although it wasn’t a massively busy road, there were occasional passersby. Legs spread and hands thrust down my jeans pleasuring my aching cunt. I’m wet and I’m definitely doing something about it.

Solo Performance-Pleasuring My Pussy

Also, the rareness of this silent solitude made me feel like I didn’t want to share it with anything. No vibrators, no lube. This afternoon was all just for me. Alone with my imagination, fingers, arousal, and sticky wet fingers were easier to hide than a vibrator.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my fingers down between the denim and my lace underwear. Letting my fingertips find, and gently stroke over my labia then circle over the now-hard nub of my clit pleasuring my pussy. I enjoy the sensation of my breasts pushed together. My nipples rubbed against the scratchy lace fabric of my bra. As my hand explored the fabric-restricted area between my legs.

Tuning In to the ‘Me’ Channel

Also, the subtle bondage of my knuckles restrained by the extra-tight denim wasn’t lost on me. Deliberately heightening every inch of eroticism, forcing your mind to the peak of self-awareness. Staving off the pinnacle of self-pleasure and taking the scenic route. To a carefully crafted, body and mind-crashing climax pleasuring my pussy.

Finally, with my other hand, I pulled my breasts free from the confines of my sexy black silk Italian lace bra, liberated from the fabric but still held in the scaffolds of the wire cups beneath my t-shirt.