Once upon a morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. It was a warm and sunny day, perfect for spending quality time with myself. As I stretched out my arms and legs, I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs. It was time to indulge in one of my favourite activities – masturbation.
I rolled over onto my back and reached down to touch myself gently. The soft warmth of my fingers sent shivers through me as I traced slow circles around the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. My heart began to race, and my breath quickened as I moved my hands lower, brushing them against my erect nipples before continuing their journey southward.
As my fingers reached the edge of my panties, I could feel how wet they already were. The thought of what was about to happen only made me more aroused. With one swift movement, I pulled my underwear down and spread my legs wide open, exposing myself fully to the cool morning air.
My pussy was pulsating with need, begging for attention. I slowly slid two fingers inside, feeling the slick walls close around them as they entered deeper. My other hand found its way up to my clit, teasing it in slow, circular motions while my fingers moved in and out of me at a steady pace.
I closed my eyes and imagined being with someone else – feeling their hands on me instead of my own. In my fantasy, they would be touching me exactly how I wanted them to, kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobes while their fingers explored every inch of my body. The thought alone was enough to make me moan softly, the sound echoing throughout the empty room.
As my fingers moved faster and deeper inside me, I could feel the pressure building up within my core. My clit swelled under the steady rhythm of my hand, aching for release. And then suddenly, it happened – an intense wave of pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, causing my entire body to tremble uncontrollably.
I screamed out in ecstasy as my pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, milking them for all they were worth. My juices flowed freely down my legs, mixing with the sweat that had formed on my brow during this morning’s delight.
As I lay there catching my breath, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was yet another satisfying solo adventure, one that left me feeling fulfilled and content in a way only masturbation can provide. As I drifted off into a post-orgasmic nap, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found myself craving more of these delightful morning encounters with myself.
