I just published this post on my new site! But here it is for you all as well :)
J was fingering me- rubbing my clit, reaching inside my pussy. Kissing my neck. Rubbing furiously. My mind was racing:
Come dammit! COME!! Why am I not coming?? Have I been using my
Hitachi too much?! Is my clit calloused? Have I damaged myself? I want J
to get me off! I’m a bad partner if I can’t come with my partner!
Right?? What’s wrong with me? Come! COME! COME!!
Needless to say, I didn’t come. Talk about performance anxiety. It all felt so good,
and yet my body was just aching to come and couldn’t. My legs started
twitching and aching and kicking, and I started to cry. I just want to
come, I whimpered.
J offered to tell me a story. What do you want to hear about? he asked.
I want to have sex with a girl, I said softly.
First of all, J is the master of dirty talk these days. Second of
all, a lot of my masturbation fantasies lately are about women. Long
story short, I found out that my clit is not broken after all! (Whew)
J’s story took me to our swingers’ club, where I met a super hot
girl. We make eye contact, we start dancing in the cage together, slowly
taking finger tips to touch each other. Bam! I came once. And as the
story progressed, I came like five or six more times. I don’t even think
J finished the story! A testament to his story-telling skills. And just
generally him being an amazing lover.
Last night, J and I went to our swingers’ club and while it was kind
of a weird vibe there and not very many people in our age cohort, we did
end up meeting a new, cute, young couple. The woman and I ended up
kissing a little, which I loved. My big mistake?! Not giving them our email address before we left! What the heck?! Who does that? Apparently me, when I’m a little buzzy from both too much wine and kissing a girl.
So, if you’re out there, cute girl, I hope I see you again.