He was on top of me and my knees were pushed into my underarms. The room was bright and the bed was cozy cozy cozy. My pussy felt warm and inviting despite the lack of four play. She knows her job and does it well.
I didn’t want to get up this morning at all. In fact, we didn’t make love last night because I was exhausted then too and needed as much rest as possible. My husband reminded me of myself when he jumped on me saying, “Wait, you can’t go to bed yet, Stella, we haven’t made love. I’m dying to make you cum.” He was like a little puppy pouting intensely.
“No, good night! Love ya.” I held firm.
Yesterday had been a busy day. I sent out at least five agent submissions and got one call back.
“Is this Stella?” said the peppy voice of a middle aged woman on the other end of the line.
“Yes it is.” I felt a tinge of excitement.
“I just spent the last ten minutes laughing my ass off watching your stuff. Your resume reel is hilarious. It’s terrific in fact. I can totally book you for all sorts of things.”
It’s what I wanted to hear, needed to hear in fact. She and I set a meeting for next week to see if we’re a good match. My dream is to have a fabulous TV show, a late night talk show would be awesome. My goal is to find a partner in crime, someone to help me find my way and get me paid in the meantime.
The space between my ears is happy and content, but the space between my legs needs some major help! It’s been almost three weeks since I last orgasmed. How in the world did I allow this to be my reality.
I need you to remind me to keep going on this journey. “You’re doing it to find a deeper, more intense vaginal orgasm,” is what I need to hear you say. “You’re dying to let go more and let God more. You’re trying to lose control, quite literally!”
Yes! YES! That’s exactly what I’m doing. Thank YOU for paying attention.
I’ve been visualizing the life I want out in the world — my show, my books, being fabulous, and making a real difference. Now it’s time I visualize the sex I want, the orgasm I want. It’s time I experience it in my mind so that my body can launch the expedition to find it.
There’s a place inside of me that when touched a certain way fills my entire body up with a magical feeling. From my toes to the crown of my head, this sensation overtakes my senses sending me into another realm of existence. It’s euphoric and splendid, mindless all together. He keeps touching me but I don’t know he’s even there. Wails from the goddess escape my mouth filling our room with echos of the past. Every tension, let it go. Every worry, let it go. Every duty, let it go. Every sadness, let it go.
He’s bulging with desire, yearning so badly to enter my cave and experience the pleasure for himself, but he holds off just another minute or so until he sees my faint return.
Just then, he dives into me reaching the bottom with record speed, and with the tip of his dick, he continues to massage me. He’s intent on keeping me high, keeping me there. My eyes roll back into my head and juices flow from my pussy and onto the sheets. It’s the release that releases him. I feel his hot cum coating my deepest within and know that I am home, I am free.
Time stops or doesn’t matter at all. It might have been five minutes or maybe an hour. I begin to come down, looking around, the world looks so much different. It’s brighter for one and brimming with potential. There are dreams, lots of them, but no goals, and the dreams unfold before my eyes like miracles needing only me to witness and feel sublime.
Suddenly, he pushes a finger inside of me. I’m hot, on fire with pure mother fucking ecstasy. I cry for him to stop but he forages ahead knowing what’s best for me. The tingle in my toes, the humming in my ears, begin another slow and steady climb into heaven. I have absolutely no fear.
That’s the orgasm I want. I can feel it in my bones. It’s so real, it’s almost here! Now I believe the dream gods heard it loud and clear.