I wanted to pluck your strings delicately with an even tempo, ensuring that the notes are produced in a harmonious manner. Key to me was not being like the other college boys I presumed you have encountered, where they only wanted to steal your honey immediately. Purposeful movements make your body desire my touch, well beyond what your mind would have previously considered a threshold. I could feel each heartbeat as it pumped through your labia, such a beautiful feeling. By using your body’s natural lubrication, I was able to slide my fingers around quite easily like a rubber ducky circling the drain.
My intention was not to finger bang you into Oblivion. Any chump can strap a wrist-rocket onto their hands and mechanically produce orgasms with women. Fun Fact: This became such a complication in the 1900s, that doctors had injuries “saving women from the scourge of hysteria.” That’s how naïve our culture was back then; an incredibly horny woman, with no socially acceptable means to satisfy her desire is no match for society. The obvious result of this problem was the invention of the vibrator. This was a method that the doctors had devised that would not only support the women who came begging to solve their needs, now it could be done easily and in a way that reduces injury. Once I learned of this, I would fantasize about being a doctor back then. “Hey, it looks like you got ghosts in your blood. You should probably do some cocaine about that.” – Ol’ Timey Doctor
Time was limited, even with the overlap that you earned by being a cool chick, I couldn’t take forever enjoying this act of slowly building up your climactic ending. The tension was there, your body wanted it and was doing everything with its power to make it happen. That’s what I settled into a consistent tempo with the correct amount of pressure applied, ultimately with the goal of coaxing out the greatest gift your body could bestow upon me.
Throughout my dexterous manipulations, I was building myself a mental map of how your body best enjoyed my navigations. Some people say that “Two wrongs don’t make a right”, I like to say “That is true, but three rights do make a left?”
This is where my hands decided to divide and conquer; with one going upwards towards your head and the other going downwards towards your feet. The mental “pleasure picture” I’ve drawn meticulously over the last hour exposes all the sensitive areas that were carefully navigated the first time. Remembering where each spot was, I repeated the same functions yet with a different intent confident that you wanted this as much as I do. Instead of applying heavy pressure telegraphing my impending touch, this time my fingers were on a mission to tease you into orgasm.
Like a keyboardist from some 1980s old rock band, my hands dance all over your body and create a fleeting sensation over your skin. I began to focus my left hand on the base of your skull in firm unrelenting patterns. It was not enough pressure to hurt, but your body required me to make my presence known. Massaging the hard-working muscles that keep your head up and your senses alert with one hand creates a dichotomy of pressure attacking you from your lower core all the way through your spine and your neck, puts your body on notice that this is something it hadn’t expected and had never experienced before.
As my left hand was manipulating your neck, my right hand went in for the kill. Using my fingers, I liberally spread your honey all around your pelvic region, so that no movement would distract you from the pleasure that I wanted you to feel. I completely understand that not everyone has the same turn-ons as any one else might have. Sometimes, I think of it like Goldilocks: some kinks are just too much, while other kinks are not enough – and we can spend a lifetime finding the ones that are just right. I say this because I begin to lightly touch the areas around your sphincter. But not in a menacing way, rather similar to a burglar waiting for the right time to break and enter your sacred home; more of a “Hi, I’m new to the area and I thought I’d just drop by and say Hello. All right then. Nice to meet you, I’ll catch you later.”