0 comments/ 56867 views/ 1 favorites Self Love By: ~Black-Wolf~ Hellen was sitting on the couch watching a movie when a particular scene caught her eye. The two main characters were in the middle of a steamy love scene but the thing that truly caught her eye was the fact that the two were both women. Hellen had known she was gay since high school. The other girls in the locker rooms had never failed to get her pussy going. She started to just revel in the felling of lust and love for her body. Knowing what she would soon be doing to herself. She turned off the TV and went to her room where she knew she would be most comfortable. Taking off her cloths as she went she was naked before she reached her room. Laying on the bed her fingers started tracing lines up and down her body, making slight stops at both her tit's and her mons. Never actually touching the inside of her pussy. Slowly making a spiral around one boob ending at her tit then moving to the other doing the same. Lightly scratching her way down to her pussy she shivers slightly at the feel. Moving past her pussy to the inside of her thighs just lightly scratching them as well. Back up and past her pussy once again she massages her boobs in round circles. Then pinches her tits rather hard sending shock waves of pleasure to her already erect clit. The wave rebounds and hits her again making her twitch. Again she makes a slow trail to her pussy scratching as she went. This time taking her whole hand and slowly rubbing up and down on her mons. Taking care not to touch her clit fully. With one finger she opens her inner labia and traces the inside of her pussy. She could feel her need for release getting stronger but not yet. She wanted to feel completely loved. Sticking two fingers in and moving them around and in and out of her pussy causing a moan to escape her lips. This spurring her on for more and more. Then deciding that two wasn't enough and put three in, causing another moan only more prolonged. She started moving them in and out at a quicker pace. Using her other hand she zeroed in on her clit. Just grazing it slightly caused her to spasm. Taking two fingers and placing them on either side of her completely exposed and extremely erect clit she started an up and down motion that her hips seemed to follow. She started to moan constantly now and her hips were still following the movements of her fingers. The fingers inside of her were moving a lot faster now and her moans were getting louder. She knew that she would soon get the satisfaction she wanted. Moving her fingers on her clit with a side to side motion with all five fingers causing her hips to move with them. This almost always caused an immediate orgasm but this time she purposely held back with all her power. Remembering what happened the first time she ever masturbated when her mother unwittingly kept interrupting just at the right moment three times in a row. She slowed her ministrations inside her pussy and removed her fingers altogether. Calming down some she waited a little and started again. Putting four fingers in this time and got to a good pace to start with. Then using the other hand she used one finger this time and moved it around her clit. Once again making her hips follow the finger's movements. Again she started her moaning only louder this time. The urge for satisfaction was even greater now but she still knew that her love would get her there. Seeing that her one finger on her clit wasn't doing it she added another and started the up and down motion again. Knowing she wouldn't last long in her aroused state she speed up her ministrations in her pussy. Again taking all her fingers on her clit she started the back and forth motion. Yet once again she stopped, removed her fingers and let herself calm down. Wondering how much more she could take she started up again. This time going for four fingers in her pussy and put all her fingers on her clit too. It didn't take long before she was moaning, almost screaming, and bucking her hips like never before. She felt herself getting closer to her ultimate climax but still she wanted to hold it off for as long as she could. Unbelievably she stopped again. Calmed down and returned to her work. The next thing she did surprised her. Taking her whole hand making all her fingertips touch she slowly pushed at the entrance to her pussy. The feeling of being stretched to her limits caused her to spasm again. With one quick motion she got her hand completely in herself. The act almost caused her to orgasm right then. Not moving her engulfed hand she took the other one and started playing with her clit for what she knew to be the final time of the night. Taking all fingers and sliding them side to side once more and she was nearly there. Moaning like a banshee bucking her hips she started moving her engulfed hand. The effect was cataclysmic. Wave upon wave of pleasure wracked her now screaming body, mind and spirit. No longer able to control her body it started shaking unbelievably. Screaming almost at the top of her lungs Hellen had the biggest orgasm she'd ever given herself. Still going she went into her first ever multiple orgasms. She didn't stop for almost three minutes. Slowly she started coming down and she removed her hand from her pussy causing another orgasm only smaller than the last one. She tweaked her nipples and clit causing lots of mini orgasms until she could stand it no more. Loving herself and her new found ability she falls asleep. Self Love I had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I was heading into my bedroom when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I was heading into my bedroom when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped in my tracks and turned around so that I was facing the mirror. I dropped my towel to the floor and looked at myself closely wanting to explore parts of my body that have never been touched by my hands alone. As a young child, I was told that touching yourself was very taboo. The urge was getting greater as also the thought what if someone comes home? I couldn't resist I needed to see what it felt like. So I started with my hair spreading the fingers of my right hand I put hair in between each finger then I closed my fingers and moved my hand down so that I finally came to the end of each wet strand. My hair is soft until you get to the ends and then they are dry. I decided then to touch my neck softly imagining you planting soft kisses. Oh, that feels good. I continue the path by running my fingertips down my chest and in the space between my breasts. That gave me goose bumps, but also felt good. I took a breast in each hand and squeezing reminding me of when I check the peppers at the grocery store. I sat on the floor in front of the mirror so that I would be closer when it came time to explore more intimate parts of my body. I decided to continue where I had left off at my tits. I made circles around my nipples and that had woken my body. I ran my hand gently over them, and then decided to taste them putting one and then the other into my mouth. I licked them with the tip of my tongue, bringing them alive, and then I started sucking smelling the soap that I had washed the with. I could feel all the nerves coming alive, and I was getting wet and had feelings of excitement in my belly. My hand held my boob so that I keep sucking but continue my journey down. My stomach the skin so soft my hand rubbing like you do, the fire getting bigger and hotter inside me. I yearn to have your hands upon me but I can't stop now. My hand finds my knee and I run my fingertips up the inside of my thigh. I let out a moan, as that feels so good. I move to the other one and do the same. My breathing getting faster as my mind thinking ahead of what I will do next. I put my hand where the pubic hair once was it has just a hint of stubble making it both smooth and a little rough. I take each lip in between a thumb and a forefinger sliding each side down. So, smooth on the inside and stubbly on the outside noticing how they are bigger at the top and get thinner as they are closer to my pussy. I stick my middle finger deep in side my pussy - so hot and wet making my finger slide in and out easier. I move my hips to meet each thrust of my finger, my pussy tingling with excitement. I play with my nipple while finger fucking myself my moans begin to get louder. I decide to move my hand to my clit as it is yearning to be touched. It is swelling and because my fingers are so, wet if feels to good making my pussy become even wetter as I let out more moans. Putting pressure on my fingertips, I move them in circles and raise my hips to get more pleasure. Oh yes that is the spot and I am going to cum. I stick two fingers of the other hand deep inside my pussy hurting at first as it is so tight fitting but my pussy takes them in. I can feel the juices moving between my fingers I can feel the heat that I have deep inside me I am working my clit faster as I can wait to make myself reach that ending climax. I can feel my muscles contracting making it tight around my fingers, and then loosening again. My body begins to shake as I realize that I am almost there. I move my fingers faster slamming them in and out of my pussy. Oh reminds me so much of you. I didn't think that a pussy could be so hot and wet. I need to cum to put out that fire that is burning so wildly inside me. I am there my juices are flowing so quickly I don't think that my body can contain them, and they begin to overflow a little. Making a wet spot on the carpet. I am trying to catch my breath as my heart is pumping so fast. I finally calm my muscles relaxing feeling worn like I had just worked out at the gym. I look at my eyes and they have a glow to them. Feeling relaxed I decide to lie down and take a long nap. Self Love Alone, naked standing in front of the sink looking in the bathroom mirror, she is critical. Her gaze travels over her tanned skin with an inspecting eye. The curves of her shoulders and hips are smooth. Ok. Her collarbone protrudes but looks soft not sharp. Her breasts are small (always a source of disappointment to her) but her nipples are dark, large and very responsive. She lifts her hand now to rub them, pinching, twisting, and gripping each bud as it comes alive under her fingers. They ache and throb when she moves her hand away, screaming to be touched again – but she knows better – they are bad little nipples – they deserve to be bound. She reaches for the elastics and cruelly binds each of her hard nipples, cutting off some of the circulation and keeping them in a perpetual state of ache. The elastics act like a cock ring, keeping the blood in and making them constantly hard. She stops for a moment to enjoy the sensation. The warmth travels from her breasts down an invisible thread deep inside to her center. Here, at her very core, is the control room for her sex. Here the ache in her nipples is transformed into pulses within her walls. She feels the moisture begin to drip. She smiles. Her eyes resume their inspection. Her upper abs are sculpted and her navel is attractive with its gold ring and little initial. She quickly passes over her lower abs, not wanting to see the scar left there from a childbirth gone wrong. Not tonight. Tonight there are no kids. Tonight there is only her. Tonight she will make love to herself better than anyone has ever done. Tonight she will get exactly what she wants without asking, begging, or explaining. Tonight it is all about her. She sweeps a glance at her pussy. She smiles. It is a cute little kitten. Her mound is smooth and shaven with just a small patch of blonde left over her button. She can see her clit peeking out from under it, pink and swollen it seems to be winking at her. She gives it a disapproving look, reminding it mentally that patience is a virtue. She reaches for the vaginal plug on the counter. It is large and will fill her completely. The silk strap is woven into the buckle of the plug and it will wrap nicely around her thighs to keep the plug in her pussy no matter what she does. There is lube on the counter but she doesn't need it. Not for this plug. The nipple rings have been doing a good job making her insides wet. She watches herself in the mirror. Spreading her legs and trailing a light finger across her little clit, teasing it, she positions the plug between her thighs coaxing open her slippery lips. She loves to see it enter her. As expected, when she pushes the plug up into her, it slides in easily with one hard thrust. She gasps but resists the urge to pull it out and thrust in again. This will make her come and she doesn't want it like that tonight. She enjoys the feeling of being filled. She begins to wrap the strap in a figure eight around her thighs. Rocking her hips back and forth to settle the plug in her, she then pulls the strap tight to tie it. Again her gaze travels to the mirror. One hole full, two more to go. The anal plug is smaller and narrower. This time she doesn't reach for it at first. Instead, she opens the bottle of lube and pours its cool slippery contents over her fingers. She rubs them together to warm the liquid. Then she reaches behind her and spreads her cheeks. She smoothes the lube over her entire crack then applies more to her fingers reminding herself how very much is needed to make it pleasant. When her fingers get closer to her hole she strokes lightly the outside. Circling and probing gently it seems to open to her. She pushes one finger in and the throbbing that has begun in her clit amplifies. Her ass is tight and it closes around her finger, sucking. She can feel the already inserted plug through the thin wall. Small strokes and another finger joins it's sister. She pushes them in and out and begins to moan. This will also make her come and she doesn't want it like this either tonight so she stops and reaches for the plug. She lubes it generously and rubs it warm too. Her fingers slip inside her ass again, this time with ease and she knows she is ready. She turns around with her back to the mirror. She likes to watch this one go in as well. This time the plug is inserted gently, lovingly. Her ass is tender and needs to be treated with care. She needs to maneuver the plug to accommodate it. The feeling of being filled returns and she can feel the juice in her cunt increasing. Some of it escapes past the plug and onto her inner thighs. Both her pussy and her ass begin to contract around their prisoners and she knows that she doesn't have much time. She quickly ties the strap of the anal plug in the same manner as the other tightly around her legs. She is full from the waist down. Her clit is jealous of the attention she bestows tonight on it's neighbor. It screams at her to give it some strokes, which she does for a few seconds but this only angers it. Her clit begins to throb and quiver and she knows she must hurry if she is to get what she wants. She turns around to face the mirror again and almost falls over from weak knees as the two plugs rub together inside her with her movements. Now, for the last hole. The Dildo is small. Probably too small but she doesn't want to choke. Her family would be mortified if the cops found her like this – dead from her own kinky version of autoerotic asphyxia. The small phallis has been prepared with flavored lube. Mmmmmm strawberry. Her favorite. With her left had she opens her mouth and sucks on the rubber cock while her right hand drops down and strokes the insides of her thighs. Her clit jumps and she releases a muffled gasp thinking it will all be over in a few seconds but manages to keep her control. She lets her hands stroke gently the area around her pussy, sometimes coming in contact with the plugs and giving them a little nudge deeper inside her. She sucks hard. She moans mimicking the sounds of pleasure the imaginary man attached to the end of her toy would make in response to her sucking. She lets her mind wander to a place where she feels free. To her sanctuary; where no-one judges, everyone needs and all is satisfying. She closes her eyes and on the black canvass of her eyelids she sees the images of lust. Men and women together in carnal need. She begins to rub her begging clit and lets herself go. She imagines fingers inside her, cocks inside her, tongues inside her, toys inside her, fists inside her, nipples inside her. She imagines that she is a well to drink from, to deposit into, to play with. The waves of orgasm sweep over her in succession. Strong. Powerful waves. She comes like never before. She rides the crests of each throb and feels in her core full and fulfilled. Her void, her emptiness is gone. She is whole. Self Love - an Inspiration What a wonderful enjoyment she had provided the last few hours. Admiring and appreciating, thanking her in fact for the tantalizing conversation she always provided, I felt myself painfully aroused. As she had requested, 'self love and the written word' inspired me to explore such thoughts. I started the shower, hot and steamy, and turned off the lights in the bathroom, stripped down and stepped in. Enjoying the hot water and steam filled air, I bathed myself thoroughly. With an image of her with legs spread, bent at the knees, I soaked the body scrub with shower gel and lathered slowly, covering by body sensually. My closed eyes brought more images. Lathering my crotch I found myself half mast. Aroused yet not hard. I lathering up fully, teasing myself with gentle long strokes and rubbing. Reaching around and cleaning my backside thoroughly, running the body scrub up my crack, feeling the hot water and soap across me. After a good 15 minutes in the shower I stepped out, drying myself slowly in the dark steamy room with my mind still racing of the many images and thoughts she had inspired throughout the past few years. I could nearly hear the light gasp of her moan and feel the gentle grip of her thighs around my face when her pleasure grew more intense. No sound emanated from the bedroom as I pushed the blankets off the bed and laid down in the middle of the bed. The bright sunlight warmed my naked form as I grabbed a bottle of heated KY lube from the nightstand. Thoroughly relaxed, I laid back and grabbed a pillow, resting my head comfortably. While the thoughts of her neck craning in pleasure as I tasted her sweetnss flashed through my head, I coated my hands and half mast member generously with the lube. Closing my eyes and savoring the idea, I slowly danced my fingers along my firm yet soft length resting on my stomach, feeling myself grow underneath my fingers. Various images sprinkled through my mind as I felt myself thicken within my gripping fingers. The toy was between her legs, her hands caressing the inside of her thighs as she watched me watch her. I now pulsated within my hands as I wrapped my fingers around and slowly stroked up and down. The warm lube created a slippery surface I could stroke with ease. She sat on the edge of the kitchen table while I sat in the chair between her legs. Her hands gripped the back of my head and buried my face, imploring me taste, to please, her. My mouth watered with such ideas as I felt my hand caress the tip of my member over and over. She was lying on her belly between my legs, propping herself up with one arm over my thigh. Our eyes fixated on one another as she held my member, slowly teasing the swollen head with her tongue. My head pushed back into the pillow as my hands increased their pace along my lubed up length. One hand slid down and massaged my sack. They were tight, swollen, full and ready. She straddle my torso, riding me with her own gentle grinding. Stroking harder and faster, the image of her sliding up and down on her knees was almost as if she was there. It had turned me on more than ever and now, as my hips pushed off the bed and my hands now pumping my throbbing member, the sounds of my groans and my hand sloppily stroking across my member filled the otherwise deftly silent room. She reached climax. She always did when she rode me. Putting one hand on my stomach and the other back between my legs, bending back forced me to feel her heat rising and my body tensing. The pleasure on her face forced my hands to increase their intensity, my breath shortened, my chest heaved. Her body tensing, her face giving the ultimate vision of orgasm sent me over the edge. A loud groan escaped when I exploded inside her, yet I felt the warm stickiness splash across the top of my chest. I could feel my member explode with each burst, slowly stroking, milking myself. I could feel the warmth drench my stomach as I spurt with each long purposeful stroke. My body relaxed, the last remnants oozing down along my hand, covering my shaft and knuckles. I lay there, exhausted, opening my eyes and smiling to no one but myself. Looking down, I admired the mess she had created with the mere imagination of her sensuality. I took another shower and wrote this story. Unfortunately or fortunately, I am now hard again thinking about her and now might just repeat the process. Self Love at Dawn I awoke just after dawn and sauntered into our living room. Clouds stretched across the sky but the sun managed to shine through in radiant beams, glistening on the bay in front of our house. The tide was out, exposing the glassy green patches of algae on the beach and I drank in the view from our front window. My naked body quivered from the crisp 50 degree air as I began my daily Pilates. I felt like one with nature, exercising my unclothed figure in beautiful sunlight. For the first time in months I felt completely at peace. The high stretches and bending poses woke my sleepy body to greet God's glorious morning. After half an hour of continuous movement, my muscles felt exhausted but blissfully awake. My now moist skin cooled me down and, in combination with the frigid air, hardened my soft pink nipples. I lay back in my bay window, smooth legs stretched out in front of me, sipping on a cold bottle of water. I spent several minutes basking in the beauty of the day and watching a small bank of fog roll in. I thought about my husband and wished he would wake up to breathe in the exquisiteness with me. Sitting there, with my bare breasts in full view of any neighbor that may walk by, I began reminiscing about our early marriage. I lightly traced my neck, where he used to gently kiss me in the mornings, knowing it drove me wild. I let my finger follow the curvature of my collar bone and then down my sternum. He knew the lightest touch could make every hair on my body stand on end. I let my hand linger there, running my digit up and down, while I admired my snow white breasts in the early morning sun. I lay my head back, allowing the summer sun to drench my heat starved face. I chuckled at the sight of my perfectly round, rose colored nipples, sticking up straight, like miniature erections on my chest. Both were surrounded by tiny bumps, my body's response to the cold. My finger circled my belly button, venturing lower with every round. I felt the tingling growing between my legs as my finger inched closer to my swollen nub. Finally I arrived at the smooth triangle of flesh that had been beckoning. I began gently stroking the outside of my freshly shaven vagina, intentionally teasing myself. I pulled my left leg to my chest, catching a whiff of my intoxicating natural smell, made even stronger from my exertion. Gently I scratched across the top and then plump inside of my thigh. I could feel my body making itself moist, preparing to be touched, and it tickled my pussy as it dripped out of me. I slid my hand right, placing it directly on top of my slit. It was the only thing in the room giving off heat and my icy fingers appreciated the warmth when I slipped them inside. I was immediately rewarded with feelings of pleasure as I gently caressed my clit. I was still tender from my previous night's frantic play, so I forced myself to ignore my body's screams to go fast. I took my time, slowly rubbing and stroking, occasionally stopping to taste the sweetness on my fingers. Gingerly I circled around my bulge, exploring farther down every few seconds. I pinched and rolled my inner lips, now sticky with my nectar, between my first two fingers. My body responded with a shudder, appreciating the pressure. Gently I let them skate across my vulva, the skin growing more flush and slippery with each pass. Finally, they were inside me, only an inch before I pulled them away. I allowed them to prod deeper and deeper, each time extracting them as soon as they reached untouched territory, my tiny hole swallowing them with a satisfying slurp. Eventually both digits were completely enveloped by my hungry opening while my thumb affectionately massaged my throbbing clitoris. After several minutes of loving touching, I felt my body preparing to let go. I held my breath and bit my lower lip to stifle my screams, not wanting to wake my husband slumbering in the next room. I danced on the edge of ecstasy, waiting for the inevitable fall into bliss. My body lurched forward in spasms of pleasure, once, twice, three times before falling back on my pillow, struggling to catch my breath. I licked the stickiness from my fingers, lounging in the sun's warm light until my body recovered, glowing from euphoria.