Pleasure.

“The porn films are not about sex. Sex is airbrushed and digitally washed out of the films. There is no acting because none of the women are permitted to have what amounts to a personality. The one emotion they are allowed to display is an unquenchable desire to satisfy men, especially if that desire involves the women’s physical and emotional degradation. The lightning in the films is harsh and clinical. Pubic hair is shaved off to give the women the look of young girls or rubber dolls. Porn, which advertises itself as sex, is a bizarre, bleached pantomime of sex. The acts onscreen are beyond human endurance. The scenarios are absurd. The manicured and groomed bodies, the huge artificial breasts, the pouting oversized lips, the erections that never go down, and the sculpted bodies are unreal. Makeup and production mask blemishes. There are no beads of sweat, no wrinkle lines, no human imperfections. Sex is reduced to a narrow spectrum of sterilized dimensions. It does not include the dank smell of human bodies, the thump of a pulse, taste, breath—or tenderness. Those in films are puppets, packaged female commodities. They have no honest emotion, are devoid of authentic human beauty, and resemble plastic. Pornography does not promote sex, if one defines sex as a shared act between two partners. It promotes masturbation. It promotes the solitary auto-arousal that precludes intimacy and love. Pornography is about getting yourself off at someone else’s expense.” 

― CHRIS EDGES, EMPIRE OF ILUSSION.

My right hand travelling up and down my tummy as the left one squeezed one of my boobs slowly, playing along with my nipple. Sometimes I would lick my fingers and pinch my nipples again so that I could feel like if someone was biting them. I liked to moan, because it aroused me. My own moans mixed with my heavy breathing was something I really liked. Enjoying yourself is always a must, before surrender to someone else you should get to know your own body. What you like and what you don’t, what arouses you and what doesn’t arouse you.

Now my two hands were squeezing my inner thighs a little bit hard, because I discovered I really enjoy being pinch and its equivalents. My long nails caressing my inner thighs as well, making sure to leave a red trace till my wet core which was still covered by the slightly wet fabric, “Yes…” I moaned to myself as my index and middle finger started rubbing my pussy, not one spot but every zone I could reach, I would trace little circles all the way up and down my vagina, I would tease myself again and again, the other hand went back to one of my nipples, squeezing it over and over, I would use my long nails to stab my own nipple, firmly. “Oh…” I gasped, arching my back a little bit. I was very sensitive when it was about my boobs, my nipples being specific. Teasing them is what I liked the most and I still do.

I was wet, yes, but I needed more… My fingers were still roaming my pussy, then I decided it was time to put my panties aside and open my legs. I realized I needed to watch myself so I managed to adjust the mirror in front of me. Now I had a very good perspective of my body.

My perky nipples, my messy hair, my tummy and my wide open legs were there, I looked beautiful. Now my eyes focused on my vagina, I was able to see the wetness in between, my folds as well, covered by a short layer of pubic hair, it’s been 3 days since the last time I shaved, still it was tempting to chafe my fingers along my crescent pubic hair, it tickled.

I watched carefully as my fingers started descending, being specific my index and middle fingers were the ones in charge of splitting my wet folds apart, now I was able to see my swallowed clit. I poked it with one of my fingers and whined, it was too sensitive but I liked that way. My other hand travelled to my mouth as I sucked two of my fingers.

I kept my folds split apart while my wet fingers were back, pocking softly my throbbing clit. “Yes…” I moaned and pressed a little bit. “Mhgd…” I complained again, my hips wanted to move against my fingers but I wouldn’t let them. I started tracing little circles on my clit, once in a while my fingers would go down in order to get wet by my own fluids, I would tease my entrance causing me to whimper.

Believe me or not I didn’t have anything in concrete going on my mind, people always say… “In order to have a good masturbation session you should imagine different scenarios which arouse you. It would help you warm up and getting ready for some action.” But for me it didn’t work that way, I was just fine caressing myself and teasing… even edging when I was about to come.  I would think about how I was enjoying myself and nothing else.

“”I have masturbated myself out of serious problems in my life. The phone doesn’t pick up because I’m masturbating. And I have excused myself at the oddest times so as to not make mistakes. If Tiger Woods only knew when to jerk off. It has a true market value, like gold bullion. First of all, I don’t jerk off because I’m horny. I’m sort of half-chick. It’s like District 9. I can fire alien weapons. I can insert a tampon. No, I do it because I want to take a brain bath. It’s like a hot whirlpool for my brain, in a brain space that is 100 percent agreeable with itself.”

My fingers were still teasing my throbbing vagina; I pulled one finger in and moaned. I started moving it slowly, feeling my wet, warm and tight fleshy walls embracing my lonely finger, thanks god it was chubby but long, and even if it wasn’t enough it was a perfect start. I kept moving it in and out for a couple of minutes till I decided it was the right time to add another one.

Self-improving is masturbation.

I moaned as my two fingers started moving in and out my wet core, I was doing it so slow yet so good, enjoying myself has never felt so amazing. I tried to keep calm, I didn’t want to get crazy, not yet. I kept moving my fingers inside my wet core till I reached a rough zone, better known as the g-spot. I pocked it a couple times using my two fingers. Suddenly I felt like I was about to pee, it was so delicious I couldn’t stop pocking it again and again.

“I don’t think sex is something people should be afraid of. It’s part of human nature. I don’t think it should be so shameful, particularly for girls and young girls.”

But at this point my fingers weren’t enough. Sadly I had to take them out; I stretched one of my hands and opened the drawer on my side table, taking my favorite dildo out. It wasn’t big nor little, it was chubby and curved. I chafed the tip of the dildo on my wet folds, pressing it against my swallowed clit, I cringed and moved my hips slowly against it, and the best was yet to come. I turned it on and it started vibrating, slowly… My clit began to tingle as I moaned softly again and again.

“I’m a promoter of masturbation. Don’t sleep around … learn yourself first!”

I was done with teasing, now I wanted some action. Slowly I shoved the curved toy inside my wet pussy. It was still tight; I was having some trouble… I gasped and pushed it inside way too hard. I whined but it felt amazing, it was still vibrating so my fluids started to overflow my vagina. I managed to look up and look myself in the mirror, my sparkling eyes, my perky nipples, my free hand travelled and started squeezing them playing with my boobs, I loved being rough and when I was by myself I had little control over my needs, I managed to keep my eyes in the mirror so that I would be able to see my reflection, the mirror was starting to get steamy because of my moans and because temperature was still going up.

“Look at you, you are gorgeous…” I told myself with a trembling voice, I was pumping the dildo in and out really quick, it made a watery noise because my pussy was soaking wet. I moaned again and again as I hit my g-spot, feeling tension building up in my pelvis, it tickled and felt amazing. “yes.. yes…” I kept gasping for air and out of breath, now I was spanking myself really hard as my hips moved quickly against my own hand.

I was seconds apart from seeing stars…