Self Reflection (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
There once was a time in my life that I hid from myself, in more ways than one. My devotion was to others, leaving very little for me. But this last year I have been training physically and mentally to overcome the seemingly impossible. I have learned to claim the soft contours that make me feel feminine and powerful. This particular experience was a particularly enjoyable example of that feeling.
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My husband is working late and I have hours to myself. I have already taken a bath and now I’m ready to indulge.
I study my smooth, bare pussy in the large floor-length mirror, tracing her outline with proud intention. My nipples harden. The mere caress causes a scattering of goosebumps across my skin. This is part of the ritual of learning to love every landscape of myself. Tonight will be my first time putting this new-found flexibility and empowerment to it’s purposed use.
Heat is already quickly pooling inside my pussy. The knowledge of what is coming makes me softly giggle as I step back from the mirror. Shyness teases at me, but I push it away.
I kneel down to the plush blanket on the floor, arranging the pillows to create a nest made for surrendering to ultimate visibility. I lean my torso against the support of the pillows, then open my legs wide. I invite my inner nympho to be entirely exposed. I squeeze and rub my tits, turning myself on further. I gaze upon the soft blush of my beautiful, dewy pussy, and my mouth waters. I suck on my fingers, priming them for their task. My body shivers as I begin running the wetness between my outer and inner lips, mapping the divine silkiness of the folds. I exhale deeply as my senses come to life.
Minutes pass as I settle in, studying the light from the scattered candles glowing on this pussy, watching as I stroke her. Taking one last, lingering glance at my reflection, I remove my fingers and begin the complex, rehearsed dance of the contortion. My core tightens, my spine curves, and I move with the slow, agonizing precision of getting into place. The tension in my abdomen and neck peaks, and finally, my face—my mouth—is suspended directly above her, my pulsing pussy. I pause there, breathing into her heat, relishing the scent of my own arousal, my hot breath on her hood.
Finally my head tips farther downward to begin the feast.
I begin with an exquisite, agonizing slowness—with the feather-light graze of my tongue across the tip of her hood. I continue to tease her very peak delicately until my breath quickens, igniting every nerve. My hips begin to rock, and my pussy reaches out, begging to be consumed and enjoyed. This is going to be better than I ever imagined!
Slow and steady, I swirl close—but never quite touching the hardening tip of my clit. This deliberate game of delicious frustration pulls a guttural groan from my throat. Gently, slowly, I suck in one outer lip, relishing the puffy fullness, a delicacy filling my mouth.
Next I close her inner lips with my fingers and taste the very fringes of her satin flower petals. My entire pussy is now ablaze and aching to be consumed. My tongue parts her inner lips, lightly sampling the flat surface of her drenched petals. The sensation is so profound it threatens tears.
Her inviting hole is now dripping and demanding attention, but so is my awakened clit. I tease further, orbiting the tunnel entrance, drawing slow circles with my tongue around the perimeter. Gradually, I slurp deep inside myself savoring the juices and the decadent scent. I’m so thirsty for this. The sheer smell makes me ravenous. I am a glutton for this divine, capable body. I reserve the art of eating pussy for my body alone. She is my sanctuary; she desires me as much as I desire her. We connect in our ecstasy, engulfing one another in euphoria. Every nerve of her is pulsating with a blood-rush of fire.
On the left side of my hood, I feast with purpose, stroking in a steady rhythm that travels up, arches around the top and cascades down the other side. My tongue presses and glides up and down, side to side on my hard, engorged clit. The wetness is so exquisitely hot that I whimper and shake. My rocking pelvis spurs me on to take myself higher. I direct firm, circular pressure in a slow pace. My entire clitoris is now engulfed by my moaning mouth, desperately suckling her.
The shaking intensifies; every muscle in my body contracts with the same fire building between my legs. She is insatiable and impossible to ignore. I transition to long, downward flicks, before returning to pressured circles, this time with speed. My hips pound my pussy harder into my face as I begin to writhe. I am utterly in love with this body that God gave me and its capability to create indescribable ecstasy. I’m so close to the peak, but I will torture her a little more.
I stop, sit up, and marvel at the sight of my glistening, beet-red clit. I lie back, drizzle warm coconut oil onto my chest, and savor the vision of my full, glossy tits. I graze the tips of my hard nipples with the palm of my slippery hand. Again, my mouth waters and my hips grind against the air. I lift my breasts and go back and forth between them with my voracious tongue: slow licking followed by rhythmic suction. Fluttering warmth intensifies as my clit pleads for my attention.
I grab my trusty bullet vibrator and shower this gorgeous pussy with oil, mixing with the leftover saliva. I am ready to surrender to the grand finale. Spread-eagle, I yearn to open beyond what my hips allow. I am hyper-sensitive and ready to burst. The smooth, buzzing surface glides up and down the sides of my clit and creates a radiant, upward heat. My sighs and girly moans intensify into heavy breathing so intense it sounds panicked.
I picture my husband watching, utterly turned on by my display of self-indulgence. He is aching, barely holding himself back from devouring and pounding me into oblivion. I open my eyes and inhale the graphic view of my bulging clit surrendering to the waves that are building. God, she is hot! I am hot! The candlelight bathes my slippery pussy and she is glistening. I am doing such a good job for her, for myself.
Hot, tingly pressure begins to pulsate in her tip, radiating to the shaft, lips, hips, and spreading outward into every corner of my body. In my head I’m forcefully commanding, “Keep going! Stroke that juicy hot clit. Watch me fuck my pussy. Keep going! Stroke! Fuck!”
From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, the surges take over.
I reach the peak and cannot restrain my cries as I feel almost ripped apart by an explosion of pleasure, and I convulse. A reflex causes my gaping legs to tightly clamp together, bracing against the rush of aftershocks. Carnal ecstasy pulsates again and again.
Gradually, the earth quiets and muscles relax. Euphoria blankets my sweaty body and I laugh.
Suddenly, my naked husband appears in the doorway. I forgot to close and lock the door!
But the timing is flawless. He smiles, his gaze holding mine in a lingering and hungry way . . . and something tells me this evening’s indulgence isn’t over.
Someone ahead of me gave your story a 4, I am giving a 5.
A gorgeous piece of masturbation, making love to yourself as all good Christian women should – a beautiful thanksgiving of your body and sexuality, also with your husband in mind – thanks be to God.
JMLullaby, I see this is your first story – well done.
Wow! This is SO beautifully hot!
The very first part of this story said so much ! Life will demand from us and that demand will not be satisfied with a little or a part. But maybe work, family, friends but they will always be a cause that we feel we need to fix. Consequently we are the ones that wear down and we do it silently. This isn't unique to women. Men can feel the same thing. But women through innate qualities quite often feel the need to care.
On top of this is self image. The feeling that we are perhaps not worth loving or being cared about. As you stated it requires tenacious training mentally and physically to overcome those self-image feelings.
And then there's the most intimate thing, Libido. When it's left unattended it withers and can die.
And then there's your usage of words. Referring to your body as a landscape. When we think of a landscape, We think of vistas, expense, beauty. We beautify landscape by changing and planting and caring for it.
Park and parcel of taking care of the landscape is how you adorn it.
I have spoken before about a woman who played a major Park in my sexual awakening. Older than I and much more knowledgeable. It was she who taught me about the power of femininity and how lingerie is like finding the perfect frame for a beautiful picture. It was she who taught me that my sexuality is first for myself. That the power of recognizing my own feminine mystique, the power of female sexuality is not only a physical thing but a mental one as well.
It's not uncommon for me to feel the need to pamper myself , adorn my own body with the fabric that I love next to my skin and I feel enhances my own curves. To watch myself in a mirror constantly tasting myself and incorporating the parts of my body that need my attention. Perhaps caressing with oil or the attention of sexual toys.
And last but not least throughout my day letting my husband know that I'm doing it with word and picture to tease and create expectation.
And in that respect it's not uncommon for me to be dressed and waiting at the door for my man to enjoy together what I have to offer to him and what he has to offer to me.
Now the way you describe it for yourself I'm not sure if it's imagery and allegory or if you are able to taste yourself. I know some people are flexible enough to be able to do so. Myself I am not that flexible then have to resort through tasting my fingers or my toys. And inspecting myself in the mirror as I play.
To sum it up thank you for your story It was beautifully written and created a lovely picture of yourself and how women need to take the time to pamper yourself inside and out. And don't let the part of you that is your femininity and sexuality die.
Rather determine to care for it much as you do a small plant nursing it to grow and become a lush vibrant part of you.
Lady L. 💋
Taking your last paragraph into consideration – if only all women could do the same
Whew! (twice, actually)
I have long wanted to read a "full-color", detailed description of what it feels like for a woman to have her pussy eaten.
But, I never expected the person eating it to be… herself. Part of me is turned on, but another part thinks it's taboo.
WOW! What a story, and what a session! There are two big things that stand out to me… and no, that's not a boob joke! LOL! (Well, now I guess it is. Oops. :P)
The two big things are:
1: First, obviously, the extraordinary feat of being able to give yourself oral stimulation—especially as a female, who has a several-inch disadvantage in reach due to the lack of a penis. I see this is marked under the "Fantasies" category, so it may only be a fantasy rather than reality. But I HAVE heard of the rare woman who is able to do this, so if you can, what an amazing achievement! And of course, whether it's a real experience or a fantasy, it's unbelievably hot! You captured the idea well. It sounds like an incredible experience to be so up-close and personal with such a beautiful part of your own body.
2: And second, your love for your own body comes through with radiant beauty in this story, and I think that's a reflection of reality, whether or not the story itself is a fantasy. It's such a beautiful thing to hear how much you appreciate and adore the gift of the body that God has given you. I so deeply wish that more Christians—women and men alike—would wholeheartedly embrace the inherent goodness and unfathomable beauty of our bodies, because they are the crown jewel of physical creation! They deserve to be honored and cherished. When precious gifts are cherished, that brings honor to the one who gave that gift!
I also want to note, I appreciate the small detail of you referring to your pussy as "her", as if she has her own personality and desires. I've personally never been much of a fan of giving human names to our body parts, but for some reason, referring to them with pronouns like "she" or "he" does something special. They're obviously a part of us, and not separate entities, but I think in my mind, referring to them as such can help to acknowledge their specialness, uniqueness, and outsized influence on our behavior. I've definitely had fun fantasizing about situations where I'd use this kind of language. For example, I'd indicate my cock and tell my future wife, "He wants you so badly." Or I'd indicate her pussy and tell her, "She's so wet for me, isn't she?" I need to think more about exactly why I feel this way, and why it turns me on so much, but suffice it to say for now, it DOES turn me on a lot!