I love to come.
I love it.
I adore it.
Nothing on earth makes me happier. Not even pizza, and I love pizza. But coming? Best. Thing. Ever. I love it. I become this femme who has absolutely no inhibitions. I moan and ache. Oh, how the moans sound and the aches feel! I hump. I love to hump. It’s a glorious thing. I become full deep in my belly–pushing and pulling and feeling so damn good the entire time. It’s a lovely thing.
So, until I was twenty-two, I never masturbated. Well, that’s not completely accurate. I had masturbated before then, but I never climaxed, which, as we all know, makes the whole thing worthwhile. Anyways, when I was twenty-two, during a normal summer day in the Mid-Atlantic, it happened. I was lying in my bed–bored–so I began to masturbate. And I don’t know if I was particularly horny that day or if the Universe decided it was time for me to experience awesomeness, but that day, I began to masturbate, and I found myself in…a new place. I was humping, as I usually did, but then, I felt this great need to push. To this day, I’m not sure why, but I felt the need, and I began to push. And it was in pushing that I had an explosive orgasm–so explosive that I began laughing uncontrollably.
Sheer joy, it brought me.
And that day is when a new chapter began in my life. I like to refer to it as “Chapter Two,” since nothing ever came close to that glorious feeling. My only regret is that I waited so long to do it. I’d been taught that masturbation equaled lust which equaled sin which equaled hell, so even when I would touch myself, I’d feel so guilty afterwards that I wouldn’t do it for months (and sometimes years) on end. Damn shame.
I will say this, though. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I used to watch this movie titled, “Bloodmoon.” It was not a porno, but I would watch this movie over and over again. And in the movie, there is this one scene where a woman at the carnival begins to eat cotton candy. And I would get so turned on by that scene. Thankfully, it was a DVD, so I would set the scene to A-B repeat and just watch it over and over again, and I would get so fucking horny, it was ridiculous. And I would masturbate without climaxing, seemingly for hours. Eventually, I began to feel so guilty about this, that I threw the DVD in the back of my notoriously junk-filled closet, so that I couldn’t watch it again and wouldn’t lust (and sin, and eventually go to hell).
After twenty-two, I have made a habit of masturbating until climax. Sometimes it’s been OK, and other times, it’s just amaaaaaazing. I have had multiple orgasms before, which, contrary to popular belief, takes some effort. I have also come several times in a day. My current record is five, and believe me, on those ovulation days, I try my hardest to make it to six.
I felt the need to share this. Come’re.