Masturbation

"She felt the rumble of thunder, far off. She opened her eyes again; she couldn’t yet see the lightning out her darkened window, but the wind was picking up. It rushed through the trees, making the leaves shimmer and dance. She moaned along with nature, body awash with pleasure, climax looming. She had to stop: she’d cum before the storm hit if she did not pace herself."

"I lifted one foot and placed it on the window sill, revealing myself to the world outside, and began to thrust three fingers into my dripping cunt while still squeezing a breast above. I was lost in ecstasy, bucking my hips furiously as the first climax hit, then the second, I rolled my head back and let go a primal scream of release. The thought of being watched as I pleasured myself was driving me crazy."

"I have a dirty, little secret (well, I have a lot of dirty, little secrets) that I have kept from my boyfriend: sometimes, I prefer whacking it to having sex with him. And it’s not because the sex is awful. It’s simply that I’ve gotten rather brilliant at pleasing myself."

"At times I’ve been known to wake the neighbors and get a cramp in both wrists. One holding the book a loft of my tiny, tight stomach while the other plucks at my clit. When there is a whole book to be had I find it’s better to take my time searching every orifice that’s within my realm. An uninhibited exploration worthy of any erotic heroine from along my tan thighs to my hips valley. I can feel the pulsation of need with every page turn. I’ve learned to fuck myself without pause as a thick cock or strap-on is rammed into a character that just didn’t see it coming."

"I’ve decided not to deny myself the pleasures of the flesh. No more shutting myself away again and behaving like a nun! I went to a friend’s hen party last week and treated myself to a nice little toy. It’s a small, pink egg-shaped vibrator. Soft to the touch with two long prongs which vibrate at different levels. And I’ve decided that tonight, I’m going to take it for a test drive!"

"It was so cruel that something I clearly loved was denied to me, but because of hormone fluctuation, I couldn’t enjoy the two greatest loves of my life, chocolate and orgasms."