Cumming along
I had the BEST orgasm last night! By myself, as by now you lovely readers no doubt assume.
Certainly there had been lots of foreplay through the afternoon, as you saw in my posts. (I dared myself to reblog on my tumblr that "sexual predilections" post from last week -- http://devifemme.livejournal.com/1940576.html -- and that had me pretty aroused all evening.)
Anyway, I changed into my favorite pair of panties (tight, black and sporting a little lavender bow -- not what you'd have wanted your mom to find in the laundry, back in the day) and had a quick review of my Tumblr "dashboard"...
Settling in, I teased my pussy for what seemed a very long time -- and then sensed a climax taking shape, building slowly -- but ever so predictably. I deliberately slowed down a little -- carefully, since I know it can be all too easily lost. (I didn't dare break the flow to play with my new pink dildo, bought recently and oh-sooo nervously -- you'd think I was still a kid!).
It was like a giant ocean wave (trite, I recognize) when it finally swept over me. I was trembling and gasping for breath -- but trying to keep quiet. (Even four rooms and several closed doors away, Joanne has very good hearing, as I've occasionally found out...)
I'm aware The Donald may have copyrighted the word, but I gotta say it was HUGE! And I was able to keep going, shivering through a chain of tumbling little sequels. It was such a sweet rush of feelings -- I only wished I had someone to share it with.
Memories flooded back of just such lovemaking: most especially, an American girl named Michelle in Rome used to get me off with THAT intensity -- and I was able to do exactly the same thing to her. Alas her wealthy boyfriend returned to Rome after a couple of months; instantly, I was history.
From those luscious memories I drifted into a peaceful sleep.
I cum a few times a week, starting and finishing in many different ways: I'm an inventive self-lover, if nothing else. But last night may well have been the single best climax in several years, at least.
Certainly there had been lots of foreplay through the afternoon, as you saw in my posts. (I dared myself to reblog on my tumblr that "sexual predilections" post from last week -- http://devifemme.livejournal.com/1940576.html -- and that had me pretty aroused all evening.)
Anyway, I changed into my favorite pair of panties (tight, black and sporting a little lavender bow -- not what you'd have wanted your mom to find in the laundry, back in the day) and had a quick review of my Tumblr "dashboard"...
Settling in, I teased my pussy for what seemed a very long time -- and then sensed a climax taking shape, building slowly -- but ever so predictably. I deliberately slowed down a little -- carefully, since I know it can be all too easily lost. (I didn't dare break the flow to play with my new pink dildo, bought recently and oh-sooo nervously -- you'd think I was still a kid!).
It was like a giant ocean wave (trite, I recognize) when it finally swept over me. I was trembling and gasping for breath -- but trying to keep quiet. (Even four rooms and several closed doors away, Joanne has very good hearing, as I've occasionally found out...)
I'm aware The Donald may have copyrighted the word, but I gotta say it was HUGE! And I was able to keep going, shivering through a chain of tumbling little sequels. It was such a sweet rush of feelings -- I only wished I had someone to share it with.
Memories flooded back of just such lovemaking: most especially, an American girl named Michelle in Rome used to get me off with THAT intensity -- and I was able to do exactly the same thing to her. Alas her wealthy boyfriend returned to Rome after a couple of months; instantly, I was history.
From those luscious memories I drifted into a peaceful sleep.
I cum a few times a week, starting and finishing in many different ways: I'm an inventive self-lover, if nothing else. But last night may well have been the single best climax in several years, at least.