1. My Little Book Of Erotica


    Date: 12/9/2023, Categories: Masturbation Author: Helsbels 

    ... other hand was about to become exceptionally busy. I would start to read the words on the page, and my hand would creep down under my covers, and I’d give my pussy a rub over my briefs, and I would already feel the heat coming off my mound.

My hand would then travel up under my nightie, and my fingers would pinch and twist each of my nipples so that I could feel the zing of pleasure that would shoot from my nipples straight to my pussy’s core as it would clench with anticipation. An opening that had never had anything in it other than my very own fingers. An opening that would endure years of self-pleasure before it would ever have a cock inserted into it. A pussy that loved being rubbed and enjoyed my fingers as much as my fingers were obsessed with my vagina. They were a team, and along with my little erotica book, they were a powerhouse trio.

As the words from the story spoke of all things that my mind considered naughty, my hand would make its way under the band of my panties, and my digits would find their way towards my slit. Using two fingers, I'd open my soft lips and touch my bud of pleasure. Needing a bit of moisture, my fingers would find the hole already seeping by this stage. I'd gather that wetness, and my fingers would move back over my clit, rubbing it and caressing that magic spot.

If needed, I would zero in on parts of stories that took a particular interest. Phrases like licking and sucking her swollen wet pussy lips and my fingers and ...
    ... imagination would become that mouth on my pussy. My mind would envisage a rock-hard cock being inserted into my pussy because these were the words written on the page. As the character pumped his hips repeatedly, my pussy would be contracting and grasping for more.

I'd picture my tits bouncing like the female leads as I read that his hips were pistoning with precision, pounding her pussy roughly, so deep that his balls were slapping her ass and, in turn, my ass. The story had an orgasming hard cock that would be releasing ropes of cum, and her squirting wetness would cover his cock. He'd end up licking cum from her swollen wet hole, and my imagination would be right there along for the ride.

Well-written words are amazing things that, when seen, enable the mind to want more, need more and entice more. When the words are read, you want to feel the hard cock within your core, needing to feel the orgasm building to the point of explosion and enticing you to try for just one more release.

By this stage, my fingers were rubbing my clit so much that I could feel my pussy leaking juices galore. My fingers would find my hole and quickly pound my opening along with the cock in the story. My palm rubbed my mound with force as my fingers stretched my pussy open. I'd thrust my fingers and prolong my orgasm as long as would be needed so that my release would happen at the exact right time—finely timed releases.

As the characters screamed and moaned with pleasure, I set my quiet orgasm ...
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