Monday, April 30, 2012

I was feeling so good I had to touch myself...

“Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head. Oh my! Oops, there goes my skirt dropping' to my feet. Oh my! Ooh, some kind of touch caressing my legs. Oh my! Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?”


Sometimes I just want to touch myself.  I just have the urge to let my fingers trace and touch my body. I just lay in bed naked with my dark brown skin exposed to the air and my fingers would slowly caress my body slowly trailing down to the moistness between my legs. I let my fingers graze my clit and then play with my slippery goodness.
I like to plunge my fingers deep inside and then lick off all of my juices from each dripping wet finger.
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyeing my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm coming out of my shirt and then the skirt came down
Everyone masturbates.
That is my belief.
If you don’t then I think you are missing out on the wonderful art of masturbation. You are missing out on the opportunity to explore your own body and learn what exactly turns you on.
I started masturbating at a pretty young age. I would stay up at night reading erotica and looking porn magazines that some boys would sneak away from their dads and bring to me in school. I always enjoyed how much pleasure I could bring myself. 
I learned just what I like and how and where I like to be touched. In turn my sexual partners always knew the right buttons to push when it came to pleasing me. 
Though sometimes, I just like to be alone and unwind and pleasure myself.
I also love to watch other people masturbate. I like to watch my husband masturbate. Although I don’t let him always finish himself off.  I eventually jump on him. That also happens when he watches me masturbate.
It turns him on when I send him pictures and videos of myself masturbating.  It keeps us sexually connected whenever we are far or just to show him some excitement when he is working a long hard day.
As I write this, I am feeling that familiar ache and throb between my legs.  
Okay folks…I’m heading for the closet
*Song lyrics from one of my favorite songs. "Oops Oh My” by singer Tweet.