True Sex Stories: I Love to Watch

Who says boys are the only ones who like porn?

My day was fucked. Too long, too many crazed, addicted, frazzled, psychotic patrons, who think I want to adopt them. Life was heavy yesterday. My ass dragged through the door at around 10 PM. All I wanted to do was chill, but that was not possible. I am somehow leading not just a double life, but a serious triple life. I had three e-mail accounts to check, consider, attend to, and respond to, one with 30 bloody emails, and not good, hot, lusty moaning, emails. Just heavy.

Forget about all that though. I worked for awhile then decided to check a couple blogs, naughty pics. A girl needs a break. I came across a blog. I read an entry that, to me, was a mix of the personal and sultry-ish; you know pain and love, mixed with the pleasure of sex, which of course usually turns back to pain, but that's another love story. Leaving a comment on the entry I then went back to work. Not too much time passes and I notice the author has responded to my comment, as well as posted a comment to my page, professing his secret sexy desire for libraries. Well of course that works on me, so I go back to read some more of his words.

This is when I get derailed.

I stumble across his frequent posts of self gratification. Well– this, watching the way a man strokes, loves, abuses, handles, his own cock is something that makes me melt. Absolutely dissolve. This first clip was titled Pre-Cum. Yummy. Of course I immediately click on it, my heart starts racing, instantly my cunt begins her wake up call. It was hot. He described it as a "slow ooze," and yes that is accurate. The clip shows him jiggling, stroking his dick between his thumb and finger, then backing off until pre-cum flows, without his hand even touching his dick. He then gently strokes the back of his shaft with his index finger bringing forth the last few drops of luscious liquid. My pussy turns from viscous to juicy. I am seriously getting worked up writing and thinking about all over again, which is sort of what the attached words to his post are about. Filming yourself, feeling yourself, then getting aroused by watching yourself to the point of feeling yourself again. So stroking your cock while watching yourself stroke your cock. Right? Right!

This self-self-gratifying behavior triggers my memory. I was partaking in a lil Ifeelmyself.com, photographing and intermittently filming myself, feeling myself. Then played back my footage, so the ifeelme girl was on screen moaning and cuming, I was on the camera screen moaning and could hear my own wetness, and I was in my living room, real time, moaning and cuming. It was so fucking hot, and yes, as the author states "a little fucked up (in a good way)." Just the way I like it.

Last night watching him, thinking about my own self gratification trip, I could not help but begin to slip my fingers in and out of my folds, I had no choice in the matter, the kitty was meowing, the kitty was roaring.

I alternated between two clips posted Pre-cum and Erection. I watched them both many times, flipping between the two, running my fingertips along my pussy, feeling myself open. He is running his fingers along the back of his shaft, giving a little shake here and there, he is very gentle with his cock, hot, I love it. I was becoming increasingly wet, my fingers began to plunge. I love the way the flesh inside of me seems to grow and tighten, then loosen and fill with syrup and softness. Watching, I continue to fuck my self, longing for more, wishing there was more to this 1min. 7sec. clip. My breathing now deep, lusty, heavy, my back no longer on the chair as my hips push into my own fingers, watching the of motion of his cock. I again, watch the portion where he runs one finger up the back of his shaft, it amazes my how gentle and precise it looks, I pull the tab back and watch that one part two more times, as the move drains the last little beads of silky white from his tip. My fingers are deep in exploration. I am panting.

When I watch online action, I usually have the goal of cuming when the participants are cuming too. But, since he did not cum, I had to time mine to when his pre-cum flowed.

Oh my, I cannot even write that with out pushing my fingers between my thighs, which I just did.

I pull the tab back again and increase my rhythm, my stroke, the beat of my finger to my pussy, pushing deeper in, lapping at my clit with two flat finger, hearing my juice surround everything, I am super wet, he removes his hand from his cock, twitch, twitch. Flow. I push harder in, rock on my fingers and seem to be feverishly rubbing my clit. When his last droplet of pre-cum streams from his tip, I cum with a such a hard release that wetness pervades, my hands are filled with my cum, dripping and sweet. I feel so relaxed and relieved; I slump a bit my chair, slow my pant down and try to regain my breath and heart rate. My heavy day has dissipated deep within my folds, my hue, my sultry steam, my cunt has swallowed the day.

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