Yeah, it's a NSFW side blog.

Maybe it's cause of my propensity for the tease, or classical art influences but, as part of the ritual, I love to wear something nice - that doesn't necessarily mean *fancy* nice, but something that feels nice on my skin; something that I can slip out of, partially unbutton, lift, open, expose myself. Sometimes it's lingerie, something with fishnet, or straps, or something mesh/transparent I can see myself through. Even just a loose shirt that I can tug down and spill out of, or one of my partners' oversized shirts with cutoff sleeves and tears. If I'm choosing to warm up by checking out some of my favourite nsfw blogs, this is usually how I lie for a little while, scrolling with one hand while the other just absent mindedly feels my clothing. Usually I can get so frustrated if anything brushes my nipples in everyday life. Hate it. Sensory nightmare. So it's nice to finally feel ready and excited at the prospect of this kind of touch.. if I'm wearing something thicker like a plain shirt, it's nice to gently (and again, absent-mindedly) stroke my whole breast and soon feel the hardening protrusion of a nipple emerge beneath the fabric. I don't know if pinching is the right word, I think I, or maybe others, associate that with a short burst of pain. Whereas I like to press them, roll them around between my thumb and forefinger firmly, sometimes twist, mould and feel the shape change as they swell and firm. My nipples are so little and petite compared to some women, if I want them to grow in size, they need to be encouraged or inspired. This is the point I might brush the shoulder strap of a crop top down, undo an extra few buttons, or maybe just reach into the cup of my bra and let myself feel the cool air, feel exposed. Maybe I'll keep gently squeezing them, maybe I'll reach into my trusty bedside drawer and pull out my rose gold clamps - pull the tip of my nipple high and then carefully arrange and close the clamps over the soft part, watching how they grow and stand taller, how their shape changes, feeling the cold chill of the metal.

By the time I've found my rhythm on the blogs, and felt the kiss of the air or the warmth of the sun sun or my fingers firm on my tits, and once I've rolled and rubbed and pinched and tugged my nipples til they won't soften anymore on their own, it's safe to say that I'm soaking through my underwear.

Despite never having entered them, I already know that if I were to dip my fingers below the waistband of my underwear, or even just tug them to the side, I'd feel that wetness, somehow simultaneously hot and cold on my fingers. Sometimes I'll just play for a while, exploring the swelling folds I find there, or tracing circles around the distinctly smooth skin around my clit. Its base is swollen by now, the tip wayyyy too sensitive to touch directly, instead my fingers have to dance around it, tracing mirrored lines up and down either side of it, slick and slippery with wetness, my goal is not to finish, there is no time limit here. Just beating around the bush, so to speak.

Before I broke the charger, I'd place my vibrating clit sucker toy on it at this point. So much blood has rushed between my legs that it gently sucks at the dark pink and swollen surrounds, the harder tip of my clit rising up out of them as this devious toy suddenly creates an impending deadline - I can't keep this up forever, I'll cum really soon. (I miss that toy, surely I can find a charger separately online)..

With or without the sucker, it's now time for my glass toy, if we're being serious here. I can give myself a dozen clitoral orgasms in ten minutes if I want to, but once this glass is introduced, a whole new level is unlocked. And why not, when I've done all this preparation, all this exploration? When I am literally dripping, trickling between my cheeks or being spread onto my inner thighs by careless fingers, I'm making a mess just by lying there.. it's too easy to slip right in. I do try to savour this part though. I take the glass - it looks unassuming, doesn't even look that big, the mushroom shaped head doesn't LOOK imposing, but when it's resting at the opening of my pussy, just gently pressing there, it feels wiiiide. It feels so thick, bulbous, slippery - I try to take my time and enjoy the feeling, see how long I can let it just sit there gently nudging at my entrance, but it's too tempting to give it that extra little push and feel it be swallowed up, drawn in, with so little effort. I use just a finger or two to push it in, that beautiful resistance of it pressing against me as it enters, stretching that hole and then pushing through the slick tunnel of muscle beyond - so unassuming yet how does it feel so thick? I feel every single millimetre it moves. Once it passes a certain point, I feel it sucked inside me (due, I suspect, to some kinky combination of biology, physics, and pussy magic ✨). It displaces so much wetness just by entering me, I feel a miniature tidal surge flood out between my swollen outer lips, trickling down past my ass. When I was younger I never considered myself a super "wet" girl but damn, times change. I didn't know myself, I didn't listen to my own body, I made assumptions and tried to please or perform for others. I don't do that anymore.

I can hear it already, but I'm distracted by my own noises: I can't NOT groan at that first entrance, that first exquisite stretching. It feels amazing, godlike, I don't need to tell you, that's everyone's favourite part, right? That incredible squeeeeeze, feeling the hard glass massage all of my pussy from the inside out? Outside in? Either way, this thing paid for itself on the first use. And it's dishwasher safe.

If I've got all the time in the world, I'll stop myself from cumming now. I'll leave my clit alone and I'll grab the end of the glass dildo and straight up fuck myself for a bit as a nice distraction. For those who are fans of the wetness, this is maybe the (second) most impressive moment.. and the toy can't take all the credit here because this happens any time, with any *tool* - but the way that bulbous mushroom feels moving up and down inside me, DRAWING that moisture out - pumping it out like a well. If I haven't got the waterproof blanket out by now, I accept that this is a Bedsheet Washing Day. The sound - squelching is not the sexiest of onomatopoeia - but I know that irl when my partner hears that sound, it always elicits a lip-biting "oh my fucking god". Right now all I hear is the sounds of wetness, and half muffled groans, moans.

If I have the energy, I'll fuck myself for a while with one hand, while the other explores again. Maybe rubbing my nipples, maybe squeezing my tits, maybe licking fingers clean, hell, maybe picking my phone back up to watch something particularly inspiring I may have stumbled across. But eventually I need to finish this. In the Old Times, I'd grab the clit sucker (rip) and gently place it straight on my swollen clit. It took some getting used to at first, the idea of less pressure meaning MORE sucking - lifting the little toy higher above my pussy so it would pull and stretch my clit up, sucking it harder. I'd lift and lower and play with the pressure to create my own rhythm, pre-set vibration patterns be damned (actually no shade, some of them were exquisite). Instead, my right hand does it now. While my left hand gently taps - doesn't even need to thrust at this point - the base of the glass, sending glorious shockwaves straight into me, the index and middle fingers on my right hand dance around the point (ie clitoris) as they have so deftly done for so many years. Each moves up and down, alternating and working my clit - everything's so wet and puffy now, it's so easy. I feel all my muscles clench, I feel like I'm pushing and pulling at the same time, I don't fight this feeling. I'm tense from my toes and feet, my calves, my abdomen, to my shoulders. I'm pumping the dildo in harder and faster by this point. My back arches, my head falls back, mouth open, eyes squeezed tightly shut, I can't keep this part quiet anymore. It only takes one more pound of the glass, I hold my breath, and there's an eruption, liquid squirts and sprays, my eyes open wide as I stare up at some invisible point on the ceiling above me, already going slack-jawed. A couple more gentle thrusts just to ride it out. A fresh wave spills, flowing down between my ass cheeks again as I fall back onto the bed, every muscle that just clenched so hard now completely relaxed, switched off. Goosebumps on my breasts, nipples standing hard, firm, tight and small, though they'll start to relax soon, softening and spreading again. I feel my heartbeat in my pussy. Every four or five heartbeats my muscles will clench, contracting around the toy. Each time is increasingly weaker. I lie with my eyes closed and count how many until I can't feel them anymore. Five? Six? My breathing returns to normal.