My name is Amara, I’m 24 years old, and today was the day I decided to take control of my pleasure. I had been single for almost a year, feeling lonely and frustrated with my lack of intimacy. So, after some contemplation and a few glasses of wine, I finally made up my mind.
It was a warm summer evening when I found myself in my favourite bookstore. The air was filled with the sweet scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee. As I browsed through the aisles, I felt a sudden jolt of excitement run down my spine, realizing that I was about to do something truly naughty.
I approached the section where they kept their adult colouring books – you know, those books with intricate patterns meant for adults to unwind and relax. But tonight, I had different intentions. I picked up a book with the title “Him on Me” and felt my heart race as I turned to the first page.
The images were explicit but artistic, depicting men and women enjoying each other in various positions. As I flipped through the pages, I couldn’t help but feel an intense warmth growing between my legs. My nipples hardened, and I knew it was time.
I hurriedly purchased the book and headed home, hoping no one would notice the bulge in my purse that contained my newfound treasure. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I ripped off my clothes and plopped down on the couch, spreading my legs wide open.
The first picture was of a woman lying on her back, with a man kneeling between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance. His hands were gripping her ass, pulling her onto him as he thrust deep inside her. I felt myself grow wetter just looking at it, and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
I reached down, running my fingers along the smooth skin of my inner thighs, feeling how slick they were with arousal. As I slid my hand upwards, I gently brushed against my swollen lips, moaning softly as electric shocks shot through me.
The next picture showed a woman on all fours, her ass high in the air as a man knelt behind her, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The sight made my heart race even faster, and I felt myself grow even wetter.
I decided it was time to take things into my own hands – literally. With one hand still playing with my sensitive clit, I used the other to carefully tear out a page from the book. It depicted a woman sitting on top of a man, her head thrown back in pleasure as she rode him hard and fast.
I propped the image up against a nearby pillow, so it faced me perfectly. With my knees bent and spread wide apart, I began to rub my clit in slow, circular motions, imagining that it was him sliding his cock deep inside me.
As I grew more and more aroused, I picked up the pace, my fingers moving faster and harder against my swollen clit. My moans grew louder, and I could feel my orgasm building within me like a volcano about to erupt.
I felt the pressure building inside me, threatening to consume me whole as I continued to rub myself furiously. The image before me seemed to come alive, the woman’s face contorted in ecstasy as she came hard on top of the man beneath her.
With a final thrust of my fingers, I felt the orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in waves of pleasure so intense that I screamed out loud. My body convulsed uncontrollably, and I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing but air as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.
As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, I slowly withdrew my fingers from my still-quivering pussy, gazing down at the mess they had made. My juices glistened on them, a testament to the power of my imagination and the sheer force of my desire.
I lay there for several minutes, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow of my incredible orgasm. As I finally began to come down from the high, I couldn’t help but think about how much fun it had been – and how many more times I would do it again.
And so, with a satisfied smile on my face, I closed the book and tucked it safely away, ready for another round of self-pleasure whenever the mood struck me next.
