Playing Solo
2004-11-20
As I sit down in front of my computer with intentions of doing myhomework when other thoughts cross my mind. The thought of pleasuring myself and telling you what it feels like. As you told me long ago, pretend that you are blind and I have to be your eyes. Painting, like an artist to fill the blank easel in your mind. I am sitting Indian style with a blue t-shirt and my polka dot g-stringpanties on. I am not wearing a bra so you can see my erect nipples through my shirt. As I touch them, teasing them through my shirt it feels good, awaking the nerves that have been resting in my pelvic region. My body telling me it is hungry for more than just nipple caressing. My fingertips gently run down my stomach; it tickles but excites me. Myfingers find their way under my panties, where the peach fuzz begins, stubbly one way but so smooth the other. My mind wants to send my fingers to find my clit, but my hand is stronger and brings my fingers to my knee and back up the inside of my thigh continuing across my clit - making me gasp with the pleasure - I then continue down the other thigh and then back up. This time I pause at my clit brushing gently. I spread my fingers; starting at the top, I follow my lips down to my asshole. I can feel the juices starting to lubricate my pussy, and want to plunge my fingers deep inside but I force myself to wait. I decided to remove my panties so that I could explore my pussy easier. I found a comfortable spot with my legs spread eagle.