I hadn’t read much about female masturbation when I started seriously exploring, but I could feel little ripples shooting through my vigi the more aroused I became. I wanted to feel a thick cock swelling my pussy and stroking the sides of my vagina. I wanted to experience my fantasy fuck in real time. A thick cock pushing into me, spreading my pussy wide: lodging deep in my loins, invading me.
I was sexting with a partner and he flipped a switch, turning this middle-aged anorgasmic woman into a horny, aching, inquisitive nympho. So desperately horny, I couldn’t wait to get alone, finger my pussy, and probe those juicy environs.
He instructed me to rub my clit and stroke my pussy through my panties, slowly caressing and pressing in until I could feel the wetness starting.
“Lick your fingers, spread your pussy lips, and stroke that clit. Tug it like I’m sucking it. Squeeze it between your fingers and push it to the left,” he breathed.
I’m breathing heavy. The sensation of stroking my exposed clit radiated deep along the wishbone roots of my clitoris. As he instructed, I held a mirror to my groin to witness my female sexual response. My clit swelled to a boner, pushed out from the hood, and shone its pink goddess glory.
As I rubbed and flicked, I felt electric twitches deep inside: waves of neon nerves pulsating. A sexual epiphany: a rush of primal joy. I now had an intense, possessed yearning to penetrate myself.