Soon, Too Soon

I lay on my back, propped up with a couple of pillows, my knees bent and spread open. I slip the cold, clear glass between my lips, splitting myself open with the tip, dipping it just inside my cunt and sliding the slick wetness over my clit. Solid and cold, resembling an obscene icicle, the dildo finds its home deep inside me, the cool round bulges bumping over my overheated g-spot with each pump. Pressing the vibrator to my clit, I work both together in a rhythm. The glass presses the spot inside while the vibrator circles the other half of the whole outside.

Together they are an efficient pair, forcing a balance between pressure and intensity. More efficient than I want, and my body rushes toward climax. I force myself to pull back. I'm on the brink of the first spasm. I can feel the blooming warmth in my pelvis as its about to happen. But it's much, much too soon.

I need to feel this, to enjoy it. I want to revel in the ability of my body to create such pleasure. Slow it down. Pull back. I take the vibe away and slip the glass out and between my lips again. My cunt is hot and wet, and the juices coat my lips. Now I circle the glass tip around my clit, push it back and forth to keep the pressure on but the intensity off. The moment has passed, and I go back to my old faithful combo, forcing myself to the edge and back again and again.

When it's time, when I know that the heat is overtaking me, I press ever harder, wanting to wrench the most, the best feeling from this moment. And in the moment just before I clench tightly around the glass impaling me I squirt. Just a little, just enough to know how far I can push myself when I really, really want it.

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