My tits bounced out my t-shirt as I lifted it up over my head.
Shuffling out of my knickers, I turned the taps off and stepped tentatively into the bath, my toes kissing the hot water as the steam rose up to greet me.
Mmm, the perfect temperature. Goosebumps shivered over my body as I shuddered into the tub.
The water caressed me like a skilled lover, my body relaxing and opening to the pleasure I was receiving.
My pert, dark nipples puckered with the contrast in temperature. I raised a warm hand and clasped it around my tits.
I pushed my soapy breasts together and gave them a squeeze.
Mmm. My pussy twitched with anticipation of things to come.
The bubbles formed a necklace around my chest.
As I lay back tweaking and stroking my frothy nips I thought of my best friend Lily’s voice clear as day.
“Be good to yourself please, Amy.” Her concerned voice rang in my ears.
“For fuck sake.” She clipped. “Slow down, start to be kind to yourself. You’re always on the go, thinking of everyone else. It’s like you have totally forgotten yourself!”
We’d met for a quick coffee a few days ago. She’d joked it was an ‘intervention’.
I think it was a joke anyway. But I kept playing her words in my mind.
“No wonder you’re feeling like shit, when was the last time you danced? Laughed outrageously? We never have fun anymore!” she had said, almost pouting and it was beginning to sting. She was right.
“When was the last time you shaved your legs,” she spluttered, “let alone have an orgasm?”
She’d reached over the table almost spilling my mocha and grabbed my hands. “You know, a proper, knee quivering, scream out loud orgasm?”
She released me and rose to leave handing me a business card out of her wallet and winked.
“Do yourself a favour darling and ring this number. She is a friend of mine, Tara. She is a pleasure mistress. The most amazing massages!”
Lily’s words had really triggered me.
She was right, I had been stuck in a rut too long. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shaved my legs, let alone the last time I’d had a proper full-blown orgasm.
Well, not one that involved anyone else anyway.
I had given up on the dating game last year after being disappointed and fucked over one too many times.
I have no idea where people find the time or energy to actually date!
Dating sites in themselves I found to be quite a traumatic ordeal. Sorting through the hundreds of random freakin guys with slogans like, “Get in touch. I’m bored!”. What the fuck. Pleeease.
Lathering my hands up with soap suds I slid my fingers in between my toes, squirming at the intense sensation.
Running my hands up the insides of my parted legs, the water kissed my pussy.
As my fingers reached my soapy thighs, I cupped my cunt and throbbed into my warm hand.
I slid my other hand underneath my bum, my finger gently circled my sweet spot.
My buttocks tightened as I grabbed onto myself from both sides.
I wanted to make sure I was really clean.
I gently gave my pubic hair a tug.
Sliding my fingers to either side of my clit, I squeezed them together and a shiver ran up my spine. Mmm. My clit pulsed begging to be touched, flicked, anything.
I picked up the razor and started shaving. Tonight was the night baby!
Nervous excitement rippled up my body with a severe case of What the fuck am I actually about to do energy riding it.
I quickly grabbed the wine glass and downed the whole thing.
A mixture of cold white wine and hot water made my head spin a bit.
I turned the tap for a blast of cold.
Fuck, Lily had been right. It had been so long since I had really thought of me and my pleasures.
Where had my internal fire gone?
My desire for fun and mischief.
So long since I had felt hands on me, so long since I had been kissed and pleasured.
It had been mere weeks since Lily’s get your shit together chat.
And I think that I’ve been doing really fucking well at turning my stale, no mojo, beige ship around.
Lily will be well chuffed when I tell her how far I’ve come with my self-care practice.
Lots of hot baths, dark chocolate and meditation.
And then yesterday—prompted by a very steamy dream, a broken vibrator and a few glasses of bubbly wine—I decided to step way out of my comfort zone.
Thanks to Lily’s promptings I had decided to book a massage.
But not just any old massage.
My voice was shaking as I spoke with the amazingly sexy-sounding woman at the end of the phone. But I kept on talking and soon the quivering turned into an ecstatic buzz.
I told her of my deepest sexual fantasies and she moaned softly with honour and recognition. At the end of the call, she said that she had taken notes and was looking forward to making me smile and we booked the appointment.
My toes curled.
She was going to be here soon.
I finished up and hopped out of the bath. Making sure I had rinsed all the soap suds off me. Soapy pussies are not tasty. And I wanted to be tasty.
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I went into the kitchen and poured myself another glass of wine.
Brrrrringbrrrrring, my phone sang out. My heart jumped into my mouth. It was a text from her.
I am on my way.
My eyes flicked to the clock, registering when exactly she’d arrive.
Put your front door on the latch and go to your bedroom.
Set your camera to record you as you lie down on your bed and blindfold yourself.
Her message made me weak in the knees.
I listened carefully to your fantasies. I promise to be gentle.
Oh my goodness! I was trying desperately to think back to our phone conversation yesterday. What did I relay?
Fuck I had been so horny speaking with her, the adrenalin rushing from my nerves turning into extremely heightened senses, that I couldn’t quite remember what I’d agreed to!
I know I spoke of loving anticipation and tease, kissing, photography, mystery, surprise. And women.
I had been in a relationship with a man for the last two years.
Celibate since we broke up six months ago. This reflection had made me realise how much I missed loving women.
The soft-touch of their hands, their sensual mouths and warm small tongues that lap so well.
I found my best lovers to be women. They know exactly what feels good.
Fuck! Half an hour!
Going to the front door I put it on the latch and skipped up the stairs.
Checking I had enough battery to last a good while I set my phone up facing the bed, and started to record in black and white. My favourite way to film.
Finding a blindfold in my knicker drawer I lay down on the bed and wrapped the fold around my eyes. I tied up tight at the back, making sure that I couldn’t peek out the sides.
Oh my. The excitement throbbed deep inside me. As I lay there with my eyes covered, all my other senses became heightened.
I could hear my heart pumping hard in my chest.
The smell of my horny juices filled my senses.
My pussy muscles clenched in anticipation of not knowing what was to come, other than promised pleasure, and the thrill of watching it afterwards.
I put my hands between my legs, stroked my freshly shaved skin and plunged a finger into my wet hot cunt.
Letting out a whimpered gasp, I shivered, fuck I was so horny and hungry.
Bringing my fingers up to my mouth I sucked my juices from them. Mmm, I tasted good.
The front door creaked open. And closed. The latch released and shut with a loud click.
The pressure and build-up within my body was making me squirm on the bed.
Her instructions rang clear and sexy from the bedroom doorway.
“You are to stay still. No moving. Just surrender and receive. This is your time, for your pleasures.”
The anticipation buzzed through my veins—my blood was pumping hard. I could hear movements getting closer, along the side of me.
My breath caught in my lungs as the bed moved with the weight of someone.
My senses were filled with a sweet sexy musky scent.
I was so tempted to rip the blindfold off my face.
“Don’t Move.” Came the voice again, assertive yet gentle.
Goosebumps crept up my body, my sexual energy was so high.
She lightly fingered my skin, gently, sliding, up my body, circling my nipples.
Then her warm tongue on my breast.
My toes curled and I squirmed under her touch.
I froze, startled as I realised that there was someone else working their way seductively up my legs.
“Don’t move,” she gently but firmly whispered again and pushed my arm to my side.
“This is Suzie, I am teaching her the art of pleasuring women. She is an eager student. Lie back and enjoy darling.”
Holy fuck balls! What the hell. This was such a surreal situation to find myself in. To actually drop into my full-on desires and really let my imagination flow. For that to not only be heard but acted upon. To be spoiled rotten with own my fantasies! Lie back and be pleasured, she said. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Hands and mouths were all over my body. On my breasts and my legs, lips and ankles.
It felt incredible being massaged and kissed at the same time, I ached to part my knees as she moved higher.
As her mouth reached my pussy, a hot, wet tongue licked my lips. Having my mouth and pussy licked and sucked at the same time made me so wet.
The pleasure rushed up my back as though the energy was dancing along my spine.
She kissed me hard and sensually, nibbling my lip and stroking my tongue with hers.
My mouth was filled with her stroking, sensual wet tongue probing me.
The whole experience was making my pussy ache with desire.
Tentatively, they played with my folds, teasing, fondling, stroking.
I pushed my cunt up and towards the fingers that started rubbing my bud.
I was practically dripping with desire.
Her hands felt so good, expert fingers massaged and stroked my cunt. I was aching for her. Catching my breath I shuddered. I heard kissing. Their tongues moving around, lips sliding. My pussy throbbed hard. Behind the blindfold, my imagination was going wild. Their mouths colliding, full breasts pressed against each other, both of them wet and horny from pleasuring me.
The urge to rip off the bindings at my eyes was tearing through me but I pulled my focus back to my breath and calmed my nervous system the fuck down.
I didn’t want to come too quickly. This was golden.
Goosebumps ran up my spine, I so wanted to move, to thrust and grind, but I lay there like a motherfucking boss and took it, as I had been told.
Then all of a sudden there were four hands at my snatch.
Two holding my hood back and pressing into my mound as the other flicked and rubbed me to perfection. The pleasure mounted in my stomach.
I stretched my legs wider, I wanted more. Deeper and harder.
Licking my lips, I let out a laugh and squirmed into my desires that were fast becoming reality. My mouth was craving to be licked, sucked, kissed. And just like that as if my mind had been read a mouth met mine. Sweet and full. Different from the other. This mouth must belong to the apprentice. She tasted good.
Which meant that between my legs was the Pleasure Expert.
I can completely understand why she holds that title, I thought as she thrust her hand in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Plunging and stroking me all in one action, I have never felt that move before. My pussy squeezed tightly onto her skilled fingers.
Arching my back, my nipple was sucked into a hot hungry mouth.
A whimper escaped my lips. My voice climbed higher, closer to climax.
A wet thumb suddenly rubbed my throbbing clit. I had no idea who it belongs to but to be honest, I didn’t fucking care. My body started to shudder, fingers, fucking, wet, thrusts into my shaved cunt. My breasts and breath heaved. I heard them kissing, this threw me over the edge of a crashing orgasm. My pussy pulsed and pumped at her fingers as I came all over her hand.
Oh, my goddess, stars danced around my eyes covered in the blindfold.
I lay back in post-orgasmic bliss. The sensation of her climbing up my body from between my legs brought me back into my being. Her breasts pressing against mine, her mouth seeking mine out.
In a flurry of tits and tongues, I was back in the room squeezing the most out of this divine surrender.
“Fingers.” I gasped. “More fucking, fill me with your fingers.” My pussy ached to be filled and fucked, screwed and shagged.
It had been far too long. And I was on a roll. Four sets of hands worked at my creamy pussy. Flicking and stroking, strumming me like they were Slash from Guns n Roses and I their guitar. Rubbing and pumping and spitting and sliding. My tits were shaking, my whole body quivering with the sheer pleasure that was coursing through my being. I could feel my pussy juice flowing onto her hand as my muscles clamped down once more in a delicious orgasm.
Oh my. Lily is my freakin hero. So pleased she gave me that boot up the arse to sort myself the funk out! I might even show her the erotic movie footage if she’s lucky.
I felt as though I was floating. I’m sure I was on the ceiling at some points viewing the horny scene in front of me.
And wowza, what a scene it was. I could only imagine.
Nibbles graced my skin. Kisses and licks and gentle bites brought me slowly back to earth.
The room had gone all quiet. All I could hear was my heartbeat. I couldn’t see anything behind my blindfold. Kinda wishing that I hadn’t done it up so tight but also loving the suspense and the mystery of the unknown.
The thought of watching this back and discovering what my lovers look like caused a deep shudder of excitement to run through me. I mean, wtf!! My own, mystery sex scene, for my own future pleasure… or anyone else I should wish to share it with. The exhibitionist in me got a huge kick from the thought of watching and sharing my erotic intimacy.
Oh my god! What the fuck was that? It sounded like a swarm of angry bees, a lot of them, whatever it was it sounded big. And I wanted to fuck it. God, I hoped that they were going to put that in me.
I opened my mouth to ask, no, to beg to be fucked but my requests were gagged with a tongue and hungry mouth playing with mine, wet, hot kisses.
I nearly shot off the bed as this buzzing beast caressed my cunt. The vibrations hit my clit full-on and practically made my third eye vibrate. Wowza! Goosebumps ran from my toes, up my shins, around my knees which were buckling like jelly. Up the backs of my legs like a tongue coursing its way up my body. Rippling, ripping through me. I pushed my tits up, my breasts aching to be squeezed and loved.
They were greeted by a warm mouth and strong, small hands that held me down.
I didn’t put up much of a fight to be fair.
I couldn’t tell if I was being pleasured or tortured at times. Minutes felt like hours of divine, soul-nourishing pleasure. Being squeezed and cradled. Licked, held down and caressed. The joy ride was coursing through my body.
I wriggled and squirmed with pleasure and pain as this motherfucking magical staff pressed against my dripping folds.
The constant stimulation on my clit was unreal, my juices were flowing, my hot cream running between my legs onto the bedsheets. Fingers were pumping in and out of my wet snatch. In and out, thrusting harder and faster into me. Filling my cunt up with her hand. That and the beast between my legs buzzing on my sweet spot made me feel like the mightiest, divine sex warrior queen.
My body twitched and gyrated under the restraints of female domme energy and tongue lashing.
I pushed myself onto her, fucking her hand so deep, filling me up in such a fine way.
My pussy pulsed around her fist as I came. Hard. Over and over.
Frissons of juicy orgasmic energy blasted through every cell in my being.
Again and again I came. My silent screams smothered by kisses.
The bright white light behind my eyes was blinding as I swam in that place of bliss.
Warm skin lowered itself onto mine, hot breasts pressed against me as I slowly grounded back in the room.
Hot, wet kisses brought me back round, passionate, deep. Tender.
“Oh yessss you did,” a sultry voice purred in my ear
“That was so beautiful. You should be proud of yourself for stepping forward and listening to your desires.”
I breathed in the recognition and empowerment.
“Enjoy watching your pleasures darling, I know I did.”
As the front door shut behind my guests, I floated on cloud sixty-nine, of blissful sovereignty, self-worth and divine feminine pleasure.
Taking my self-care practice to a whole other level never felt so good.
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