#AiLovesToOrgasm Session 7: Speakergasm

 

Straight out of the Howard Stern Show, inspired by an impressionable young girl who saw Private Parts in a discount theater and thought "that looks hot." I've tried it before, but just never tried it with something that has enough UMPH to get me completely there.

Until now.

I've actually been thinking about this for a while, yet was never able to get the perfect song I think that I wanted to climax to. I know that might sound a bit weird, but I wanted this to be an experience, not just a one-and-done. I like opera and thought that would be interesting, even earlier this year I timed my orgasm with Pavarotti's Nessun Dorma, and while I've had more intense Os, the experience left me shaking and I can't stop thinking how much it affected me overall, it was so satisfying.

I found the song, but I'll hold off on it so you can experience it with me. When I told the Spouse my idea about using one of the large stereos we have for our TV setup (we have a good sound system, the Spouse is a bit of an audiophile), he thought about it before saying that I needed something that I'd be able to feel in my teeth.

Which is when he pulled out his old amp setup for his bass.

Spouse used to play in a band. Nothing big time, just a hobby, and he hasn't performed in over a decade. But that speaker is intimidating and he said he could wire it to our computer so he could play anything on it. Problem was, we have neighbors and this was going to get loud.

That is why today, Christmas Eve, is going to be the perfect day. All our neighbors are gone, it is noon so even if someone hears the music it isn't at night and we can just say we were celebrating a bit loud if the cops come.

We're in our living room. A layer of sticky plastic is over the speaker and there are enough pillows around so I can get comfortable. I'm wearing a Christmas sweater showing a scene from Christmas Vacation and thigh-high red and green wool socks and we have a little heater pointed at me to keep me warm. My hips and twat are exposed and I've slathered on a bit of coconut oil in case of chaffing. We set a chair in front of the speaker so I'd have a place to put my hands or lean up against. I'm horny as all get out but I'm not wet yet, haven't even touched myself all day because I wanted to go into this dry and see how far it would take me. I'm also wearing my heavy duty sound suppression earmuffs I use at the gun range. It takes me a few minutes to straddle the speaker and get the pillows arranged so I'm comfortable, but I eventually give Spouse the thumbs up, practically giggling as I hop up and down on the amp in excitement.

I'm facing away from the computer and Spouse. We did this on purpose so I wouldn't know what he's doing, but we do have a camera set up to the chair so he can see me.

(No, never gonna release this as a video. Sorry, no pics, no vids, no audio are the rules)

I don't know what is on the playlist except for 2 songs: the song I want to climax during and then our "if I haven't cum yet, this will do it" emergency song, Shiroi Yama no Naka by Shakkazombie, sped up 1.5x speed and put on a loop until I'm foaming at the mouth. That scenario terrifies me, so I hope I cum before that.

https://youtu.be/jOO2eJ5n--E

Spouse knows me too well, he's starting me out with my favorite Mannheim Steamroller Christmas song, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.

https://youtu.be/pNKc_6ZqxrY

"Oh my gosh!!" I cry out, though I'm sure not even Spouse with his headphones can hear me over how loud this music is blasting. I've ridden a sybian on full power and had my sexual body abused by every sort of vibrator I can name, but when those low, low piano notes hit up followed by the horn, I jerked my entire body straight up and had to grab onto the chair with a death grip. We have enough decibels pumping through me I can see our windows rattling across the room. It isn't just intense on my clit, I can feel it rattling up into my womb. My NIPPLES are tingling and Chip's drums haven't even gotten into the song yet.

Spouse has rigged up a program so he can control the sound levels in real time, watching me, I feel it when the volume eases higher and the bass absolutely DROPPED.

I was maybe a minute into this and I could already feel my vag sloshing onto the plastic. Well, what little I could feel down there, the vibrations were REALLY intense.

Even more than that, I love this song. I saw them in concert years ago (the only concert I've ever gone to) and when this song played, a giant video of a man riding a horse went with it. I've always had that video in my head when I hear this song. So here I am, grinding my pussy into a speaker playing a favorite song as my head has me riding bareback through the woods.

I've said it before, but these kinds of intense moments where I can get into a world of imagination and dream while I build towards orgasm, these are the most intense. My legs were really putting on the pressure into those pillows around the speaker, but as I rode through the forest as a princess racing to save her fairy lover, I was afraid my thunder thighs would crack the casing.

Spouse must have seen how much his magic music was affecting me, because he toned it down a bit as the song ended. The buzzing in my snatch when the music faded was a whole other level of intense and I was getting all kinds of sweaty under the pixelated design of Randy Quaid emptying his RV's septic. Pulled that sweater up and tossed it to the side, getting my girl muscles out in the cold(ish) air of the living room but now I'm only wearing the socks and I have to put the earmuffs back on because I forgot I was wearing them and I knocked them off. Another thumbs up for the Spouse (when I turned to look at him he was grinning like a fiend) and I'm ready to go.

Wizards In Winter by TSO. https://youtu.be/pWBjl-jPcVM

Oh no.

"Ah! Oh! Oooooh!" I'm not capable of coherent words at this point, my mouth is locked open and nothing is coming out of me as I'm contracting my diaphragm down and pushing without any control, tightening my kegels as low guitar riffs burst into me like the spell of some erotic wizard. I knock the phone off because I'm gripping the chair so hard and thrashing a bit as my body strains closer and closer, the edge is really almost there...

The volume suddenly drops and the Spouse turns the song to the one I've been waiting for.

Hallelujah by Pentatonix.

While Spouse is letting me ease into it by slowly increasing the volume, that bass is on full blast and when the second "hallelujah" comes in with the chorus and those voices vibrate SO LOW...

...oh baby.

My entire body whipped forward as I absolutely screamed and came.

I'm not a professional singer, but I think I'm a little musical. I've sung in choirs and I enjoy singing to the songs I listen to. I'm usually in the alto range, but I can hit some higher notes if I'm warmed up.

Anyway, when I say I sang out, know that when I came and the air was thrust out of me in a rush, I still had enough of my mind together to sing out with them.

"HALLELUJAH!! Oh HALLELUJAH!!"

I've been to church, I've prayed, I've felt the Hand of God rest on my shoulder during the most trying time of my life and pull me back from the brink. Yet when I came and kept on cumming as these voices shouted praise to God, I felt my entire soul reach out and touch something divine.

When the song ended it was a wonder I was still on the stereo, the heater now way too hot on my flushed skin and parts of me still twitching as I came down.

Which is when my sick Spouse came up behind me and plugged in his bass, sitting on the floor in front of me with that stupid grin on his stupid face.

"Don't you dar..." I gasped out while giving him my best death glare under sweaty hair.

Spouse must have been practicing for months without telling me, because I'm the weeb and he's the normie. So when the opening riff from Porno Graffitti's Melissa ( https://youtu.be/hvn7qmNoj48 ) started up and he actually started singing the lyrics in Japanese, I almost dropped this stupid game and jumped him right there. I mean it, Spouse has done some amazing things for me over the years, but just hearing him pluck those falling and climbing cords and sing one of my favorite songs...

I started crying. Oh, and orgasming again. He hadn't gotten past the first line when I was gripping the chair legs and holding my head up on the chair as the rest of me thrashed. I mean, he had that bass cranked and just...listen to the song, that hard low notes are all over the place. With the tears and the spots of white in my vision, I wasn't seeing much of anything.

It wasn't even so much of a feeling at this point - though this was even more intense and invasive than what came before - it was like I was having a lovegasm. My heart pounded so hard and my mind was just thinking of all the wonderful things this man has done for me and cared for me and I could feel all that inside as he played and sang just to me. It was like his fingers were plucking inside my womb and every vibrations reverbed straight into my most intimate parts.

A few minutes later, he apologized and helped me to the couch for some cuddles. He was apologizing for messing up the lyrics and forgetting the last half of the song, but I didn't care as I grabbed him and kissed him on the lips like I was sucking the breath out of is lungs. I was so happy, on cloud nine, I didn't want any of this to end.

Which, considering how nice he had been...

"Drop your pants," I said in a very firm voice.

He actually had the temerity to look surprised.

I growled at him. "You are about to get the blowjob of your life, and then I'm going to do it again, just to let you know how much I love you."

At that moment, Spouse stopped grinning and maybe he looked a bit scared. I figure the grin on my face and my impatient fingers tearing at his belt might have something to do with it.

...

Just got out of the shower, my legs still a little unsteady and my tummy full of warm cum, I'm wearing a robe and thinking I might take a nap soon before family stuff tonight. Or maybe I'll read. Whatever. Today was a great day and totally worth all the hassle putting it together.

Doesn't look like I got a review yet. REALLY don't want this to go to waste, so I'll hold off on posting it for now. Rereading it this was a big deal here and might even hold off on it until I get 50. Wooh! What a way to spend a Christmas Eve!

Keep harmonizing!

#ailovestogrow #ailovestoorgasm #hallelujah #spouseisthebest

Discord And A Pirate Story

Someone invited me to join Discord. I might be spending too much time there because I found a group of perverts who are all in my same class of perversion.

On a tangent, I've met a lot of wonderful people while social mediaing to promote Becoming Monsters. Some are fans, some are fellow authors, some are just poeple interested in the girl talking about masturbating her twat.

...some send dick pics. I don't like those...

Anyway, a few of them have been authors of books I've read and enjoyed! I was invited to a Discord server hosted by Cebelius, the author of the Celestine Chronicles, a series I've read when his first book came out years ago. And he talked to me! Ceb is super nice and very open to talk about anything!

It was like watching some sportsball game for years and when you tell a professional athlete you play a little sportsball they sit down with you and talk about it, invite you to their house, play a couple of games with you.

I don't do pictures, but the whole experience has had me glowing like a fangirl for the past few weeks. I think Ceb might be one of the kindest people I have ever met.

You should all pause this to go buy his books. Even if you don't read them, support this guy because he deserves it.

https://www.amazon.com/Cebelius/e/B07DXD332M

On the upside, every time I join a new social media and put in the effort, I get a huge bump in sales. It will peeter off as I suck the media dry of fans curious enough about the weird girl to try the monster smut, but I'm like a locust swarming through social media and soon enough, the amount of time I'm putting in will not be enough to justify the returns I'm getting back.

But I'm addicted.

I don't talk about my perversions with ANYONE IRL. I talk to EVERYONE on social media about them. I'm getting seriously addicted to social media where I'm getting shakes if I don't check it in a few hours.

I've gone through addiction, I know the signs. I saw it destroy family members. I've seen it almost destroy ME!

So I need to back off, put up boundaries, give myself limits. Can't cut myself off, networking is how authors make money. But every time I dip back in, I check my KDP and there it is, evidence that it actually WORKS!

AARGH!! Why can't life be easy?!

...

Sorry, had a bit of a moment there. I'm back, totally fine, nothing to see here.

On another note, this week I've been working on a short story because the wonderful, beautiful and amazingly talented Felicia Skye ( @EroticMorsel on Twit ) interviewed me and then asked if I could provide a short example of the kind of stories I write and the kinks that are in them.

2000 word outline, currently 9000 words into it, due date is next week, still have another few thousand words before I'm done...

MIGHT have over blown this whole thing out of proportion.

While it seems like a lot of work - and it is - I feel like I needed it. Writing like this, from the hip, has really gotten my dried up juices flowing again and I find myself excited to get back to my own story. Still got a bit to go, then maybe at least run it through Grammarly to avoid any major mistakes, it is going to be rough and rushed, but it will be DONE. That sense of completion is what I need and then Book 2 is practically going to write itself!

I hope.

Finally, to explain the title and the picture, the story is about a pirate ship womanned entirely by former prostitute women. It is a high seas adventure in a made up fantasy world and all my usual kinks will be there because that is the point of the story. I even had the Discord group give me names and what type of monster girls they transform into so most of the characters were not originally made by me.

Expect to see a link to the finished story sometime next week on my social media and I'll probably link it again next week here.

Here's a small taste to get you perverts hungry for the main event later.

...

“I know ya want eighty, but I ken’t give ya eighty. I ken give ya sixty.”

Mordicia Bluestein was not a pleasant man to look at. Well, male specimen. Massive jowls from eating good food and not leaving his tiny, cluttered desk all day, the worst part about him that Jyne couldn’t stand was the flop sweat. He had a condition, he told everyone, even now mopping his bad combover and then wringing out a solid stream of rancid ogre fluid into a bucket next to him. His pebbly gray skin had the toughness to stop a cannonball at close range, but it looked soft and flabby in the doublet and hose he wore to make him appear professional.

“We agreed on eighty,” Jyne insisted, leaning over the desk and glaring up at the ogre’s yellow eyes with her one good green one. “You TOLD me it would be eighty when I left port three days ago. I’m not leaving here until I get my eighty.”

“Threaten me all ya want, Jyne,” the ogre said without malice but also without caring. “I’m da only fence left in Olgutra Port that’ll work wid ya. Yer haul will have me barey makin’ rent. ” The meaty three-finger paw the size of Jyne’s head clunked down a leather purse that was clearly not large enough for the agreed eighty bars of gold. “Sixty.”

Jyne Argon’s eye hole itched underneath her black patch. The missing optical orbit in her head didn’t bother her as much these last three years, but when she got irritated, she wanted to rip the cloth off her head and dig her fingers inside her skull to relieve an itch that could never be reached. Instead, those that knew her only saw a scowl that turned her pouty lips into a sneer worthy of a pirate captain.

“I’m going to find another fence, Mord, even if I have to sail to the Eastern Potentate,” Jyne whispered through grit teeth, slapping her hand down and taking the gold. “I’ve got a big score next, and you just lost it. Savvy?”

“Yer done, Jyne, you an’ yer wenches.” The massive ogre reached down and pulled out his pen, dipping it in the ink and looking like he was already forgetting the stunning and furious woman in his office. “When ya robbed the Saintly Bounty, ya pissed off the King. They’re coming fer ye.”

Wanting to get in the last word with all her furious soul, Jyne beat that reflex down and turned to leave with a bit of dignity. She did slam the door, though.

...

Love all y'all and hope to get back to my fightin' self really soon!

Keep harmonizing!

#ailovestogrow #shorterotica #discord #cebissocool

Micro-Fiction Showcase 1

 

I'm thinking today will be a little different. I kinda got into writing a whole bunch of micro-fictions on social media and thought why not put them all here? Cool.

Later today I'm going to sit down and start back into the process of getting Book 2 done. Gonna begin with a light rereading to get stuff back in my head then I'll probably put down a few thousand words. Wish me luck! The micro-fiction was a way of getting my writing muscles flexed again and I think I'm ready.

There is no rhyme or reason to these. The first one was started with a random conversation with @SirJoshuagrego1 on Twatter and it just kind of grew from there. Some are based on random pictures I've found, some on fans requesting I do certain topics. I AM seeing a theme of perverted sex and monster pregnancy, but that is just me. I hope I don't become like Patrick Stewart's story pitch on Extras where he just keeps repeating the same thing over and over again, but it might: I know what I like.

Anyway, got a bunch of them, then I'll write a new one at the end for kicks and giggles. Enjoy!

...

"Get inside!" Juniper shouts, calling upon her goddess to smite the horde of orcflesh trying to claw their way through the defenses.

"I..." I stutter, wounded and weary from the war to save the Light Kingdom from destruction.

"Never mind that, get out of that armor." Juniper was already throwing the bar back over the door and slumping against the hard wood as the mindless creatures banged relentlessly. "I have three girls that need orgasms if they are going to have the divine energy to keep the barrier up, and you're next."

"Wha?" I ask, shrinking away. "But I'm...I'm..."

"Girl's can lick pussy as well as guys," Juniper insisted, grabbing me by the collar and marching me towards the back and a frantic orgy. "We need all the orgasms we can get if we are going to win this war."

...

It had been centuries since the giant goddess Peniope transformed into the mountain lewding before him, but nothing was going to stop Hector.

"This is what I've trained for," Hector mumbled, still days away from his ascent and already dreading the hard erection he'd be sporting the entire journey. "This is my destiny."

Walking forward resolutely (if a bit awkwardly), Prince Hector knew that if he wanted to fulfill the prophesy and save the world, he'd need all the royal cum his balls could produce. Because no matter the peril, no matter the danger, no matter how powerful those kegels were going to be, Hector was going to cum inside that goddess until she climaxed.

"I should have brought a horse," Hector grumbled, not for the first time.

...


When the aliens came to earth, we feared the worst.

When they explained they were dying out and needed females to repopulate their species, most of us recoiled in horror.

MOST of us.

"And do you, Xplorgle, take this Bethany Smith, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

[I do.] Xplorgle said through his translator, the fifteen foot tall mass of writhing slime and yellow tentacles unable to keep an excited squirm out as he looked down with his six eyestalks to Bethany, standing nervously in her white wedding dress.

It wasn't ideal, I'd be the first to agree. I think becoming Mrs. Bethany Xplorgle wasn't what my parents had in mind for me, but I didn't care.

I had a brain tumor and would have only lived for another three months.

Now, five tentacles pumping viscous green cum into my every orifice, I could feel it, my body changing just like the aliens promised.

Tomorrow, pregnant, I would be so much more!

...


When Santa came, it was inside his whore army of elves. Old Saint Nick was breeding a yuletide horde, and the world would soon fall.

Only the twisted and forgotten monster of Christmas Past, Krampus, could save us from this future of endless winter.

"Aaah AAAH!!" Jamie screamed, cumming even as she felt the barbs of his hard cock pull out, black as coal cum dribbling out between her legs.

"ANOTHER," growled the unholy voice of a chorus of throats, the shadows hiding the immense figure that was part goat, part demon, its prehensile cock the stuff of nightmares.

The next girl, Karin, stepped up and removed her robe. She was scared, looking down at the swelling stomach of Jamie as the monster inside grew and grew, the other woman already large enough to have a full grown man inside her and still getting larger.

Karin knew intimately the birthing that would come next. As she knelt down on the ground, she prepared herself for her 12th session.

...


Dragons used to be the terrors of the known world, destroying all cities seemingly at random.

Once alchemists found out how to thaumatically control a dragon's mind remotely, the destruction became even worse.

"Blue Wing 4, Blue Wing 4! You've got a Class M Drake on your tail!" I shouted across the room even as my left eye kept me connected to the battle through Vornazx. "Are you listening to me, Blossom? Pull up!"

"I hear ya, Wing Leader! I...I...Aaaah!"

"Tiamat's Tits!" I swore as the alchemical potions caused Blossom to orgasm and loose her connection to Phurn.

This battle was going on too long and I was only a dripping squirt away from loosing Vornazx as I ducked into a steep dive through the fire and flame, claws out to grapple a pair of wyverns even as my back heated up from some unseen breath attack.

"Just...a little...longer..." I strained through grit teeth as my pussy's contractions told me I was seconds from losing my connection.

...

“Am I...what am I?” Mogami asked, flashing back to the horror she was sure was her death. The blood, the screaming...all so real.

*creeeak*

“You are dead.” The...man seated across the study said. “You are now one of the Nure (濡) and a member of my clan.”

*snap!*

“You’re...clan? What is happening?!” Before Mogami did anything rational, when her bra broke and her breasts swelled outward like water balloons, Mogami’s sense of propriety overloaded fear.

“This is perfectly normal.” Was there amusement in his rough tones?

*streeetch*

“NORMAL?!” Mogami desperately held onto her thin blouse as the fabric reached its limit and frayed at the seams.

“Of course. As a newly risen Naru, your body is hungry. This hunger will expand your body the more you go without food. It is how you will survive.” The man stood up and Mogami realized his yukata hid a bare groin and waist, his cock larger than a horse’s engorging itself longer and thicker.

“Time to feed.”

...

"Hahaha, now you shall meet your doom!"

Dr. Madness was shouting something outside the gym. Blah blah blah. I didn't even know which hero he was fighting, though it could have been any of the Lakeside Champions. I didn't care. All I knew was I'd been waiting to use the pelvic thrust machine for fifteen minutes and if that muscle head wanted to finally get off so he could watch the super fight, it was fine by me.

"5...6..." I could feel the burn start in my glutes and it was a glorious feeling.

"Aaah!"

"No, stop you fiend!"

"He's released some kind of gas!"

"9...10...can all those cape fanturds shut up? I'm working out here!"

"What's happening to mmeeeEEEEE!?"

"We need to clear this place out!"

"Hahaha! Try dealing with a city of monsters, hero!"

These reps were getting easier and easier, I must really be in the zone! In no time it felt like I didn't even have any weight on, though the belt for the machine was digging into my abdomen pretty tight. When I tried to unbuckle it I just ripped the strap apart.

"Cheap Asian crap," I sighed, walking over to the free weights for some squats. My sports bra was really feeling tight and I swore I could hear some stitches popping. "Need to lay off the twinkies, this clothing is not fitting right at the moment."

Racking my usual amount, I decide today was going to be a good day so I slipped on another twenty to each side before lifting the bar off the guards and moving forward. Some more ripping and I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was going to see my cheap workout clothing tear from my snacking, but there was no one else around.

"Whoa," I said, a little vertigo hitting me as it felt like the gym was shrinking around me. I tipped forward and nearly dropped the bar on my shoulders as I looked down and noticed for the first time that something might not be right.

My skin was green. And scaled.

*riiiip!*

I noticed this because my tits had grown to become as large as two bean bags and completely exploded out of my sports bra, their emerald scales like the small and softness of an iguana as my nipples smashed into the wall 5 feet in front of me and punched holes through the plaster.

Now I dropped the bar as I glanced at hands that were now reptilian claws and my shorts disintegrated off of me as a thick and ridged tail curled around from my back and in front of me.

"This is not normal." I should have been panicking, but my emotions were becoming colder, like everything was changing into a reptile. Or, as wings sprouted out of my back and a hot fire burned in my throat and my face elongated and my mouth filled with fangs, changing into a dragon.

"I need to see this." My voice had turned into a growl as my head shot into the air and my neck stretched out. I turned around to find some mirrors but I suddenly realized there was a problem as my growing had my shoulders hitting the ceiling and I became acutely aware that in the next couple of seconds, I was not going to fit inside this building.

"Hope they have super insurance," I said with a colossal laugh as the structure of the gym gave way and more screaming from all around the city reached my ears.

...

And that's all for now! This has been fun, but it has definitely put me in the mood to get my own book moving again. See you on the social medias!

Keep harmonizing!

#ailovestogrow #microfiction #backinthesaddle #hidiscordpeeps

#AiLovesToOrgasm Session 6: Sick In The Shower

 

I’m sick enough I should know better, I’m horny enough not to care. Already got one massive deluge of a squirting orgasm in while I was too sick to get out of bed, might as well make the most of this one.

#AiLovesToOrgasm is back on the menu! Thanks to Jason Plaisance and with a small assist from Rob Brandt over at Goodreads.

Hilariously, my first attempt has led to me jilling myself and then falling asleep BEFORE orgasm! Now even my weak and fevered body is clam jammin’ me! Gonna regroup and try again tomorrow.

—The Next Day—

Ok, wasn’t expecting to start the day off with the peegasm. Who would? You perverts might be thinking because I squirt that means I’m cool with urine, but let me tell you I AM NOT!! Femjaculate is different than tinkle - smells different, looks different, how it feels coming out is different - so my bit of golden shower earlier shouldn’t tell you how deviant I am, it should tell you how completely I succumbed to my addiction. I was utterly ick afterward and the shower was extra long to wash the shame away.

Spent most of the day feeling (physically) better. However, no matter how much I have been improving physically, the day did start off badly from an unbalanced mental state and it doesn’t take much to tip a manic like me towards depression.

What? Not all of my orgasms are rainbows and lollipops: sometimes I masturbate when I’m sad.

Back on target. My toys are still banned and I haven’t worked out in days. My boss saved me from a complete doom spiral and let me do some work from home (that’s right, the highlight of my day was getting to work again, which is depressing in and of itself). I feel fat and weak and I don’t like these feelings so when night rolled around I decided to take another shower.

Our Master Shower is a jet bath shower combo. It sounds fancy but it’s nothing special. What we do have is a head/wand combo the spouse installed, a large water heater and really good water pressure. I can boil myself alive in that shower for around 45 minutes before the water starts turning warm instead of hot.

Before stepping into the show I strip and give myself a look over in the mirror. Sometimes I like to flex off and check my groups, watch those veins pop. Other times, like today, it’s just a reminder of what I’m not or what I dislike. I don’t look long but in my mind I’m imagining some doughy 300 lb couch potato and I want to be done with sick so I can work out again.

The shower is steaming the room now so I step in. And for the first ten minutes, I do normal shower stuff. I think some people do their masturbation first then rinse from the shower, but I like to be clean before I get dirty, just a thing. I do keep an active finger moving down there to get the nub out of the hood, maybe take a little longer with the soap to run my hands all over.

I like my showers scalding hot, so I’m flush for more than one reason as I turn the temperature down slightly and take the wand as I lay back in the tub. This wand is a testament to American engineering with all the fancy settings and modes. I’m in no mood to dawdle, though, so I turn it to Hard Pulse then stick it between my legs.

 

I have a lot of labia minora. For you guys who didn't take an anatomy class in college, that's the flappy skin parts on a girl's twat that make y'all think of an Arby's sandwich. My girl flower is a whole bouquette and while there is plenty about my body I don't like, this is one of the few parts I've actually thought about having elective surgery on. I just have too much. 

 

The jet stream flaps my lips around like two mud fish and pounds my girly bits with a bit of sting and heat that is quickly pushing me towards what I need.

"Ooooh, ooooooooouuummmm!"

The pulses are strong and soon I'm hitching my legs up onto the wall tiles so I can stretch my entire body out, rain from the overhead shower hitting my chest as the wand feels like a whole group of dwarves pounding me with their water hammers to mine the orgasm straight out of me. I'm really shoving the wand close, mostly for the clitoral action but enough of the stream is angling up inside me I am imagining a steady stream of hot cum filling me up while my I feel an orgasm building just from the tenderness of my labia and...and...

...I can almost reach it, pushing, straining...almost...I needneedNEED...

I burst into tears as I buck and drop the wand, climaxing finally even as the water is starting to get warm. My other hands tries to get more action out of me by going to the clit but I'm shaking too hard and I just curl up in the bath and bawl my heart out as my muscles slowly regain control of themselves and the water gets colder.

I orgasmed and it felt great, but this isn't the first time I've cried during an orgasm. The emotions that go through my head are very STRONG when I cum, sometimes those emotions bleed over, a wire gets crossed, something. I wouldn't say I was sad I orgasmed, the orgasm felt great, but the emotions that come out of me aren't always what I expect and it all gets jumbled together.

I eventually cleaned myself up and finished before the water turned into something arctic. I tried to finish writing this last night but while typing it in bed I fell asleep (stupid rona!). So here I am getting it done quickly before doing more telecommuting work from home. Hope you enjoyed this, even if sometimes honesty isn't as sexy as a sybian. Let's see if I can get back on the saddle sometime next week.

Keep harmonizing!

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