Writing the stories of my first lesbian experiences with Lisa have provided me with quite a lot of enjoyment. Many readers have written, and some of the innuendos have further fueled my excitement. With each story I write, and sexy letter I receive, comes a burning desire to release the excitement that builds inside my pussy.
As I recall the stories and put them into written words, I become wetter and wetter so that by the time I finish the chapter I need a release. The final words are often misspelled because I am typing with one hand while the other has a finger buried in my slit. It is only because I re-read and edit the chapters before I send them, that I am able to correct many of the typing mistakes. The only `problem' is that I usually end up masturbating again as I read and make corrections to the stories.
I've enjoyed masturbating ever since my young teens. My best friend Betsy showed me how she did it during one of our many sleep overs. I was in the middle of puberty, not really sure what was going on with my body. I had recently begun menstruating, was growing hair on my pussy and under my arms, and my nipples were turning darker and puffing out on my breasts. It seemed that every part of me had an itch that didn't need scratching but was soothed with a constant gentle rubbing.
When Betsy and I tried on some of her clothes, and then proceeded to do a little striptease for each other, I felt that burning itch of desire. When she was completely naked, having just completed one of her stripteases, and asked me if I ever rubbed myself I wasn't quite sure what she meant. She told me to watch as she slid a middle finger between her young furry lips and began to rub up and down. She told me to try it, because it really felt good, and she was right! My style of masturbation developed from that first time with Betsy.
I like the feeling of my finger sliding through my slit, and although I sometimes will dip the tip into my wet hole, most often I get off by rubbing against my clitty. My finger becomes very slick, as I generally become very wet, and I use my natural lubrication to slide my finger from my pussy to my bottom and back. I like laying on my side with my leg raised high in the air so that my finger has freedom to travel from my anal opening, over my pussy, up to my mound, and back around again.
Sometimes I get carried away, sliding my finger back and forth, achieving one orgasm after another, and wanting to keep going to reach the really big one. Any of you that get as wet as I do, know that often the oozing can't keep up with the desire, and I found that if I sucked and licked my finger, coating it with my saliva, I could keep going without making my pussy feel too raw.
I like to watch myself in the mirror, because ever since that very first time I watched Betsy I have been extremely turned on when I witnessed a woman playing with herself. In college, I was able to watch my roommate on several occasions. I've seen women in public restrooms and dressing rooms doing it. At my health spa I saw a woman a little older than me do it in the shower. I am not an exhibitionist, in fact I am rather shy. So whenever I have witnessed these scenes, I have been reluctant to join in the fun. Rather, I save the memory, rush home, quickly undress and finger myself, replaying the scene from earlier.
My other method is to sit with my knees drawn close to my chest and my legs spread wide. This often works when I am in the bathroom, at the computer, or some other place where I don't have the luxury of laying down and watching myself in the mirror. This alternate method developed after I got married. My husband -- wonderful gentleman that he is -- just doesn't satisfy me the way that I can satisfy myself. While he is average in size, and fills me completely, it's my clit that craves attention. After he cums, and has satisfied himself, I am still in need. Our foreplay includes some oral sex, but he doesn't seem to be able to stimulate my clit the way that I can with my own finger.
Sitting on the toilet, with my legs drawn up, my own wetness along with his cum, seeping from my open cunt, provides me with enough lubricant to bring myself off. He must think I have a bladder problem, because every time we finish he rolls over to sleep and I rush to the bathroom to finish what he started. I'll be honest and tell you that I don't masturbate everyday, but it's close. There are a couple days a month when my sexual desire isn't at its peak. Other than those few days, it's the rare case that I don't use my hand to satisfy myself.
Once, on a daring whim, I stopped in an adult video store in our town one day when I noticed only one car in the parking lot. I assumed it belonged to the person working there, and was relieved to find it was a woman. I scanned through the tapes on display and selected a 2-hour video of women masturbating. When I checked out, the saleslady commented that she preferred the same type of films. She asked if I ever used a toy, and I told her no, and she suggested that I try a vibrator. I bought one to go with the video, and used it a couple times, but found that the sensation on my clit was too much to handle. Buried deep in my undie drawer is the vibrator, rarely used. Hidden in a shoebox in the closet is the video tape, often watched.
As I sit here, telling my story, I feel myself getting wet, a signal that I need to take care of some `personal business'. My chair is covered with a towel to keep from staining it as my pussy begins to drip. I could sit here and masturbate, perhaps visit a chatroom and see if I can find a lady in the same situation as myself. I can go get the video tape. Or, I can go and stretch out on the bed and watch myself in the mirror. Decisions, decisions...
Wendy