I can sometimes be a slow starter when it comes to sex. It’s not that I’m cold or indifferent. But I’m either in the mood or I’m not. Once I’m in the mood, I’m in the mood. But I’m not spontaneous, and it can take me a long time to really decide that I’m ready, now, that I’m in the mood to fuck. From the moment of deciding that I’m going to be in the mood (I like to plan ahead!)—I like to take my time. But just because I’m a slow starter doesn’t mean that my partner always has to build me up to get me where we both want to go. Sometimes I surprise my lover. I’m not spontaneous at all, but I’ve got a special, secret routine for seeming like I am…
The first thing I do—sometimes even an hour or two before it’s time to get into bed with my partner—I put on a movie in the bedroom; lately it’s American porn, maybe something from Girlfriends Films, especially if there’s a new one with Jelena Jensen in it—she’s one of my all-time girl crushes ever. So beautiful! And that killer body…
There are only a few people in porn world that I would do just about anything to have sex with ; Jelena Jensen (on the left) is one! This is the new movie I’m going to watch for the first time tonight!
Uh. Got a little distracted there looking at the sexy pictures Jelena has posted on Twitter. But I’m back now. As I was saying, even though it’s just me in the bedroom while I’m getting ready, and even though half the time I’ll actually be in the master bathroom, I love to have some porn playing. It arouses me. It inspires me. It relaxes my inhibitions. Even when I’m not watching it, just hearing the little sounds of sex, the wet noises and the moans, that’s enough to get me started, even though I keep the volume low, and I’m usually playing some music, too.
Lately I’m watching more Western porn, because I’m a bit tired of the mosaics in Japanese porn. Yes, there’s some you can buy uncensored, but it’s almost never the high-end stuff. I used to not care so much about the pussy being blocked out, I was so focused on the boobs, but lately I find myself much more interested in seeing the whole thing: pussy, labia, even clits, sometimes, though not enough porn makes a point of getting a shot of the clit. And cocks, too, sure. But it’s mostly the pussy. What can I say? Girls are sexy. At this point, I’ve watched so many hours of Jelena that just her voice makes my cunt start to feel damp. And, there’s a lot of talking in Girl Friends Films. That’s a good thing, for me.
I’ll let the movie play in the background while I get ready. A shower, gently washing every bit of me with loving care, with more than a few teasing touches as I start to warm up under the hard, hot spray. I can feel the heat in blood answering the heat of the water, and my skin begins to flush, feeling tight full all over, but nowhere more than my clit. I pay special attention to my clit, pulling back the hood and cleaning carefully around the swelling glans as the water beats down on me. Soapy, hard, slippery…
Mmm, look behind my big clitoris at the string of vaginal lubrication dripping out of my pussy and sliding off my long, fleshy labia.
When I’ve had as much heat as I can take, I get out and dry myself with one of my nicest fluffy white towels, the soft terry lingering here…and there. It’s smooth, but compared to my most sensitive areas, it’s rough, and the texture begins to excite me…the slight irritation is a kind of stimulation, and my big clit begins to swell. The shaft straightens and lengthens and hardens…
Before I can get too carried away, I force myself to stop. Lotion comes next, feeling lovely as, sitting on the corner of my bed, I rub it into my legs the skin becomes smoother, silkier, even though the muscle underneath is surprisingly hard. I spend more time than really need to on my thighs, higher, and higher. My heart rate, which has never really gone down since I turned the heat up in the shower, begins to spike. I force myself to stop, for now.
More lotion; this time it’s for my chest. Across the slight slope of my already modest Japanese breasts, stretched nearly flat in after recent months of hard work at the gym by the broadness of my hard, tight pecs. The combination of hard and soft on my own body, created with many hours of hard work is erotic to me, and as I probe and touch and measure the way women do, I can feel my nipples hardening, standing erect. I touch them lightly with one hand, and it’s like I touched a live wire; I buck and convulse as the wave of pleasure travels up and down my spine from hard nipples to swollen clit. Electric.
My other hand drifts down, almost without my being conscious of it, and, before I know it, I’m frantically sliding the hood of my suddenly huge clit back and forth between my second and third fingers, jerking it like a cock.
I only just manage to control myself long enough to prevent myself from reaching a full orgasm, though I’ve definitely hit a minor peak. I jump up, flushed and excited, and frantically dig through my lingerie. My lover will lace me into a strict, tight corset later, but for now it’s something soft and simple and thin so that he or she will be able to see my erect nipples and giant clit poking through the material.
I doubt anyone can enjoy my big clit as much as I do, but I do hope you have a good time with these pictures!
I pause, only for a second, for a hint perfume. Lately it’s Killian—luscious and sensual. The scent, reserved only for sex—and only for special sessions with special friends at that—immediately evokes only the most erotic, exquisitely depraved memories in that undeniable, unrefuseable way that only scents can.
My big clit has become so hard, and so intensely sensitive, that it’s almost painful where it touches the cloth of my panties. I can’t help myself: I dig my hand roughly into my crotch and cup my pussy, hard, crossing my legs and squeezing as tight as I can, pinch one nipple as hard as I can stand, and harder, and harder still, until I moan and shiver and squeak. I’m caught between agony and orgasm. I feel like I’m frozen there, for a moment, right on the edge of entering some other state of consciousness, some nirvana, some transcendence.
But then, right before I come I make one last desperate effort to squeeze and pinch everything just a little bit tighter until I finally tip the balance far enough into pain to pull myself back across the brink of orgasm.
I shake and shudder and pant. I catch my breath. I might wipe a few drops of sweat from forehead (yes, I’m Japanese girl, and I always get a drop of sweat on my forehead, like a manga character). I check to see, and, yes, there’s already a stain of wetness visible on the crotch of my panties. Good.
I open the door to the bedroom, and invite my unsuspecting lover in. And that’s how a girl who isn’t spontaneous, a girl who takes a long time to warm up, sometimes surprises her lover with a clothes-tearing, falling-off the bed, wake-the-neighbors ambush fuck. No soft and tender lovemaking this time—at least as far as my partner knows. I took care of that myself, alone. Now it time for pure, hard, animal fucking. Glorious. The best of both worlds.