3 comments/ 27664 views/ 2 favorites A Vaginal Monologue By: sexygodess06 The frustration in my vagina had been building for some time. It needed to be fulfilled, touched and manipulated to arouse my deepest senses. When I looked into his eyes, I could feel warmth go though my entire body. As he pulled me towards him kissing me passionately, I felt his muscles and hardness press against me as if we were to become one. I pressed my breasts against him, large, swollen and tender against his hard chest as he fondled them and massaged them. It was as if the tension in my neck dissolved and all I could feel was his stroke, his fondling, his masculine hands and thumbs twiddling around my nipples. My nipples sent a spark to my vagina that awakened my senses wanting more and wanting the inevitable but fighting to prolong the moment. He unbuttoned my blouse kissing my neck and moving downwards towards my breasts as he reached down rubbing my stomach and sneaking into my vagina. His long finger entered me and probed me as I became wetter and hornier. I knelt on my knees putting his hardened cock into my mouth as I pulled down his jeans pulling his butt cheeks into me as I went down deeper sucking his long, erect and thick cock. As he took off his pants, he led me to the bed and laid me down. Completely undressing me slowly and eye fully, he sent chills down my spine. I lost track of the place and the time. It was these moments that I treasured in anticipation for the ultimate unity and ecstasy of sex. I was getting wetter as he pulled my legs apart, widening them for his wet tongue swirling it around my clit and into my cunt. I spread my legs wider wanting and yearning for more. Wanting more and never getting enough, I anticipated the inevitable. He stopped all too early, leaving me frustrated and denied my orgasm as he put his cock back into my mouth selfishly. I sucked on it vigorously, then rebelling and turning over on my knees sticking my ass in his face and fondling my clit to finish what a job he had left undone. As I was sighing from masturbating myself, he stuck his finger in my ass softly and sensually. I no longer paid attention to my vagina denied the pleasure of an orgasm as the waves of pleasure went farther up into my ass. As I was anticipating his hard dick inside, I didn't want his probing to stop and he didn't until I was good and excited. When my ass was completing stimulated, he stuck something in my ass slowly. I couldn't tell if it was his cock until my second hole was probed with his hard, swollen and wanton hard cock slowly moving inside my vagina deeply. As I weakly continued masturbating myself, I began to come, my ass getting tighter and his cock getting stronger and bigger. My vagina was soaking wet for him to glide in and out of as I continued to arouse my clit to orgasm. He kept probing me harder and harder, deeper and deeper and I lost track of where his cock was, where my ass was, and my frozen clit continued spasming. My ass started aching and throbbing with relief along with the pleasure of him penetrating me more intensely. The throbbing now was not just in my ass but in my pussy, up and down my spine and throughout my body. We were one, completely dissipated in pleasure, in guilt, in contentment and gratification. I lay weakened on my stomach trying to keep my ass up in the air as my entire body kept pulsating and burning as his hard cock kept penetrating me and piercing my sensitive membranes bringing delight and an inferno of heat. I heard a loud sign. I came again. He pulled his hard cock out of my vaginal walls leaving me selfishly to pull myself up and collapse as he surrendered himself. It was the oneness I was feeling and enjoying as my body convulsed and laid in rapture. I didn't understand what had just happened but it was only a sensation that a man could leave me with feeling. It was only the enjoyment and the loneliness of no longer being attached to another body that only a man could give me. It was this part of him I hated. It was this detachment I hated and commiserated for in my female psyche. Then I woke up. I woke up alone, fully satisfied but yet angry and tormented. A Vaginal Monologue from a Man Men often say that women have so much power over them. Most women think this is rubbish because they never feel they have this kind of 'control' over a man. But a loving man will express his love and profess it lovingly as often as possible in the secret little 'power hold' a woman possesses called her vagina. Only if a woman knew how much her vagina was really worth. However, most women evolve only as part of a learning process and years of experience so to speak. Practice makes perfect and perfect make a woman. As years go by, the little vagina learns it worth, learns how to bring her pleasure and serve her loyally. So, let's not forget the role a man plays in the evolvement of the vagina. A Vaginal Monologue of a Friend Whether men know it or not, it is not typical for women to talk about sex or intercourse with each other. We rarely speak about the explicit details of sex even with a man, or of having sex, wanting sex and of course not any kind of sex involving our special body parts. The special body part of discussion is called the vagina, which goes by many other names, as well. As a younger woman, on a weekend excursion, a friend talked about her vagina one too many times as far as I was concerned. I really didn't want to hear the word 'vagina'. I didn't want to be acquainted with about her vagina. I especially didn't want to know about what STD her ex-boyfriend had given her vagina during their last escapade. I didn't want to hear about how her vagina felt and anything else about it for that matter. After all, she wasn't talking about a penis that I may have found more interesting. She was talking about a part of the body I really didn't understand, look at or feel. In addition, I didn't want to know about how the doctor at Kaiser Medical examined her vagina. I didn't want to know about what the doctor gave her to treat her vagina. I particularly didn't want to go on another weekend trip with her vagina. I believe it was the end of that friendship when I expressed these feelings about her vagina to her. Life was all for the better. I don't think I ever really heard the word 'vagina' openly again until later in life. When I was a child my mother would use the word 'pookie' to discuss my little vagina but never talked about why the pookie existed or what exactly the pookie would do for me in life. However, as a latent open-minded adult woman today, it appears that I can't get away from the word vagina. I can't stop talking about the vagina or as you are witness, writing about my vagina. I can't stop seem to stop writing about the vagina. I certainly can't stop exploring my vagina. And, last but not least, I can't stop letting a man enter my vagina to make it feel needed and desired. If you are a man and you are even luckier, you have discovered all parts of a woman's most sensitive parts; the vagina, the pussy, the cunt, the box, or whatever other terms you may refer to as the vagina of a woman. You are lucky if you have found that special spot in the clitoris that leads to the vagina. You are the luckiest if you have explored the many other secrets of the vagina. As a woman, my feeling is that best sex with love, companionship, marriage and faithfulness. I believe my vagina feels the same way and responds more frequently in lust of a special penis. But then, who am I to say as only freelance vagina author. Unlike her mother who could 'take sex or leave it' probably because she had never had an orgasm, I prefer to take sex then leave it. Today's woman embraces sex and her vagina. She is fortunate and the world embraces her vagina, especially in America in a good way, and not in ways that many women suffer in other parts of the world. Okay, we're getting too serious her. Let's get back to the vagina, our vaginas, your vagina and my friend's vagina that I will tell you about as you read on. Women, in general, if I may generalize tend to like sex, love sex, go without sex, tolerate sex but those women who really fuck, do it with venom, do it vaginally and do it with tremendous orgasm, multi-orgasms and penetration. If you are a man, you are lucky if you have experienced this type of woman; passionate, loving, free-spirited, involved in the act of sex and having orgasms for you. As a woman, if you have a partner that you can talk freely about sex, you are a very lucky person. If you have a female friend that you can share intimate details with openly, or anonymously, through friendship or through emails, you are also fortunate. Recently, a friend of mine discussed her 'favorite body part' with me. Therefore, I thought I would share her story with you since you are my secret friend as well. If this story makes you think, great! If it makes you explore, even better! If it makes you touch yourself or your partner and explore your vagina or your partner's vagina, all the better in sharing this story with you! And, for the record, if nothing else enjoy your body, and if you are a woman especially enjoy your vagina. If you are a man, explore your woman's vagina to bring her some of the ultimate pleasures in the world and she will cherish you forever. It's called vagina power! My Friend's Vaginal Monologue I am happy to talk about my vagina, cunt or pussy as you well know my friend. I love my vagina filled up with a cock. I love my cunt aroused with cock vibrator. I love my g-spot. I love when I cum and my pussy goes into spasm. I love my vagina filled up with cum and feeling it drip slowly out between my shaved lips. I love it when my husband's cock fills me from behind and goes deep into my cunt. I love to have my cunt lips wrapped tightly around his cock while I ride him. I love the feeling of my cunt separating to take him all the way in and then coming together as he thursts in and out of my vagina. I love when he sticks his tongue inside my pussy lips and up inside my cunt. I love it when the hood of my clit opens and my big clit meets his hard cock. I loved my cunt when my children came down and slid through my pussy. I love each month when I bleed knowing it makes me special and it makes me a woman. I love feeling the wetness starting inside my cunt as my husband kisses me and my cunt knows that in a short time my pussy will be soaking wet and filled with his warm, hard cock. I love the feeling of my thong riding up in my wet cunt after we fuck, I go to my job and I am behind my desk with that wetness reminding me of what a wonderful fixation it is to be a woman and have a cunt. I love sticking my fingers up my cunt while I close my eyes and think of my husband's cock, slowly working another finger inside as my cunt stretches wide to accept my probing. I love it when I cum so hard that my cunt clamps down on my fingers as my lips grab them and my clit throbs to orgasm. I can do that at my desk along side other workers if I wanted to. Yes, it is wonderful to have a cunt!!! That's my vagina monologue!!!! The End But, please feel free to submit your vagina's story.