My [f]irst post here: Self love and forced edging

I've never posted here before, but I was inspired to after a particularly amazing session with myself.

I am a pro masturbater. Usually I can get myself off in 30 seconds or less. It sounds great, but often it's frustrating; I buy myself toys and read /r/gonewildstories to try to pace myself, but I get impatient and, once I've started, just can't stop myself rubbing my way to orgasm. My own vagina is a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of girl. It means I usually only get long, steamy sessions with other people.

Recently I started getting up early for bootcamp workouts. It's been intense, but fun; squeezing my 34G boobs into a sports bra isn't the most relaxing way to start the morning, but it's a good way to tone up and work on my core.

The other day I got home after a tough workout, and took a long, hot shower. It's so good to feel clean, and walking around in a towel post-shower is prime "self-care" time, if you catch my drift. I headed to my bedroom, and dug out my favourite little vibrator. A quick buzz before work, and I'd be good to go.

I lay back, letting my fingers slowly, lazily drift around my lips and clit, every so often dipping in and out to lube myself up. It felt so good after a morning of pushups and crunches. My skin was warm and soft from the shower, and I tucked myself under the duvet to create a cosy, sexy cocoon. I started to daydream about a recent object of affection: a cute, nerdy boy, a friend of a friend, with blonde hair and a big smile. I fantasised about taking all that prolonged eye contact a step further. I reached for my vibrator: a small, blue shaft with rabbit-ear ticklers. I worked it inside myself a few times, then added a drop of lube and turned it on, sliding it slowly up towards my clit. Boom. That was it – the sensation creeping out to my thighs, my mind going into overdrive, my hands pushing down harder…

"Fuck!"

The feeling had reached my stomach, and there it had stopped. The waves of pleasure had tightened my abs, still recovering from three weeks of bootcamp, and the shock of the pain jolted me back down to earth. I placed one hand gingerly under my ribs, stroking my pussy with the other, and took a deep breath. Okay. Time to go slowly.

I started again, sliding the buzzing vibrator slowly up to my clit. This time, I worked around in circles. I felt spirals of tension building up, and relaxed into it.

Bang. Softer this time, but my muscles tightened and a moderate but unmissable pain hit me. Bang. Again. And again. The intensity built, two steps up and one step down as my core muscles struggled to keep up with the pace. I covered my mouth with my hands; between the two sensations I wasn't sure which was making me moan more. I have no idea how long I lasted. My eyes closed, no longer daydreaming, just thinking about my hands and my clit and my stomach working together to create this constant swelling, shifting of feelings and sensations. The final build took forever; by the end I was lying on my side, knees clenched with my vibrator pressed firmly against my whole pussy, as I whimpered and shuddered into orgasm, convulsing with equal parts pain and pleasure.

Afterwards, I lay there, catching my breath, colours sparkling in front of my eyes. Maybe I should do another month of bootcamp.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bb19t/my_first_post_here_self_love_and_forced_edging