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The Delight of a Good Fingering

Let your fingers do the talking…

Sometimes during oral sex, actually, most of the time during oral sex, I will get restless. My hips will buck upwards. I want more friction. On my clitoris and labia, over my vulva in general. Then I also want something else. I want internal stimulation. But not from a cock or a dildo. I want, no need, something more targeted.

‘Finger me, please!’ I may moan out, before pushing his head away slightly. He’s usually happy to oblige. And his long digits reach those places that a cock seems to miss. He can curve his fingers upwards and rub against my front inner wall, and I squirm under him. Writhing like I’m in both agony and ecstasy. Agony that I must await my pleasure. Ecstasy at how it feels, to be massaged inside and licked at the same time. Sometimes, the clitoral stimulation is not quite enough, and I reach for a bullet.

He senses me climbing higher up that orgiastic ascent. I teeter on the edge, trembling, before I hurtle over it, moaning and exclaiming ‘fuuuck!’ Yes, there is something amazing about giving yourself over to your partner. They are in control. They can speed up or slow down at will. They can ramp up your arousal with encouraging ‘dirty’ talk.

You may not cum until I tell you to do so, I own your orgasms.

They can stop at the point of no-return. Leaving you panting and wanting. So merciless. Just a subtle movement one way or another, up against that fleshy raised erogenous zone. It could push you over the edge, at any time. Combined with the external stimulation of your labia and clitoris, it blends into one sublime orchestral symphony. Your senses are heightened and you want more. Breathless, as you find the air to inhale again.

It’s intoxicating, and it’s not enough. Too bad pleasure is short-lived. We will need to do it again soon!

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