She slowly pushed her finger down inside herself, pretending it went in of its own accord, drawn to the heat.

The sun peeked through the tiny gap in the curtains, and scored a direct hit on her closed eyelid. It was enough to wake her up, but only just.

It was one of those rare warm late mornings, with no commitments, no rush, and no one else in the house. The phone was off the hook, the cat was outside, and the kids were away at friends. Hubby was working out of town, and the air was filled with laziness, dancing sunshine and sensuality.

The errant ray had woken her from a proper dreamy dream. One of those things where you know it's not real, but you are unwilling to break the spell. She had dreamt she was with her husband, and they were making love in front of the fire. Sheepskin rugs, candles, the whole bit. It was warm there too, in front of the flicker, and he had been about to torture her beautifully with his tongue when she woke.

In her drowsy state, she felt aroused, but not exactly horny. She was as fond of orgasm as the next woman (alright, more) but the process was as important as the outcome. She felt vaguely cheated as she lay there, not wanting to move, not wanting to wake properly, remembering his imagined tongue.

Thinking daydreamily, she realised her right hand was nestled between her legs, as it often was, but that her fingers were just out of reach of her arousal. It wouldn't be breaking the rules to move her hand a little, and she stretched her fingers down and onto her labia, lazily tickling her index and middle fingers up and down, enjoying the feel of the skin, the smoothness of the lips, interrupted by the occasional curly hair. Reaching down a little further, still lazily and without much thought, she encountered much more moisture than she expected. Hot and wet, deep and slippery.

She slowly pushed her finger down inside herself, pretending it went in of its own accord, drawn to the heat. The movement sent shivers up her body, and she withdrew her finger, only to immediately replace the single digit with a group of two.

After fucking her fingers slowly and gently for a few minutes, she was ready for some more direct action. The rest of her body had still not moved, and she wasn't necessarily convinced she was awake. Withdrawing from the hot cave of pleasure, she ran her slippery fingers back up the labia, stopping just before her clitoris, teasing herself with the pause, daring herself to stop.

Circling Ground Zero with her fingers, her muscles would tense and relax, pinging nerves with impatience, but she studiously ignored the signals, and continued to move just outside the target.

She could feel herself becoming wetter and hotter as this went on, and eventually she stopped the distraction, dipped her fingers back in the honey pot for some more assistance, and attacked her clitoris directly, with the end of her index finger. Shuddering with the first touch, she continued unrepentant, working her clitoris expertly with her finger, ever nearing the moment of truth, but drawing it out as long as possible.

Only a few minutes of this could be borne though, and then she could feel the muscles in her vagina clench, ready for the battle, hotter and wetter than before, and her clitoris protruded proudly from it's home, expecting, demanding satisfaction.

With a final wriggle of finger tip on pleasure button, her body exploded. The pain/pleasure impulse seemed to start at her feet, and work its way from all outlying areas to the centre of activity, juddering muscles in time to the music of orgasm, clenching, like a jaw biting, soft hot wet body parts red and swollen from the strain, every muscle reacting, her brain taking a break from reason, and exuding pure pleasure. She screamed then, as always confused between agony and ecstacy, her body alive as only orgasm can manage.

Slowing her small movements again, she tested the resistance of her vagina to her fingers, inserted her index finger carefully again, amazed at the power of the muscles, and the heat. Her body was still pulsing haphazardly in remembrance of its triumph, but the spasms were slowing, her muscles relaxing, her skin cooling again, her eyes closed, sleeping again, content, until the next time.

Jul 2010
There is something about a warm morning that makes you want to not "break the spell" with urgency, no matter how much you want the fireworks at the end of the show.

Jul 2010
Love it. I love your writing and I really like this story.

May 2010
I'm a guy and I don't always end on the same page as you, but I enjoyed this story in a guy sort of way. I'm more into direct action than passive circling. If I was younger this story might not have even been read. I need descriptive words so I can visual

Jun 2008
Hmm, sleepy and wet-dreaming in the morning... Cute.

Mar 2008
Seems someone has figured out how to do herself in the absence of the usual mate... Nice, you must've interviewed some woman for this - or had her diddle herself while you observed and wrote.

Jul 2006
"her clitoris protruded proudly from it's home, expecting, demanding satisfaction." are you saying that her clit, wasn't erected before this point?
      GBF: Nope.

Apr 2006
Not bad.
      GBF: But not good? :-)

Dec 2005
This story right here was like so bad, I wanted to stop reading before the middle of it. It was just that bad. Naw let me stop playing with you, before you think I'm telling the truth. This story was wonderful. Don't see where u can tone down the language
      GBF: Nasty girl, tricking me like that! :-)

Dec 2005
The language is fine. What's to tone down?
      GBF: I was young and shy! :-)

Dec 2005
MMMMMMMMMMM....think I will stay in bed tomorrow for a bit and think gentle thoughts. A few firm ones too.
      GBF: I need a report afterwards!

Oct 2005
a wonderful tale to read so late at night.Thank You for sharing.
      GBF: Shouldn't you be... Well, sleeping, or ... Something? :-)

Jun 2005
That was a treat - more like a vivid erotic memory than a story. And now I have my own vivid erotic memory of reading it for the first time alone and in bed... a ten!
      GBF: It's like in the cooking shows. "Here's one I prepared earlier."

Apr 2005
Its a solo so you might already know how I feel about this story.
      GBF: Yeah, I do.

Mar 2005
Please dont listen to your wife Gentle! Ya write GREAT!! If you ever decide to write a book i will be the first in line to buy it:-)PROMISE! BTW tell paul,that i would luv to get together with him,i know that i could show him a thing or two;-)
      GBF: Thanks a whole lot! Paul who?

Feb 2005
Well, Hank is certainly oblivious to what it feels like to be a woman...lazily masturbating on a beautifuly relaxed morning...half asleep, half awake. Unlike you Gentle Dear.... Once again...a beautiful job
      GBF: Pleased to assist, and thanks for disagreeing with Hank. He's a nice guy, but I don't always agree with him.

Jan 2005
I like reading about female masturbation but tiis had no real details that turned me on. I felt like the woman in the story, "lets get it over with" so I can go on to something more interesting.
      GBF: Hey, I can't be held responsible for not being kinky enough for you! :-)

Nov 2004
Loved the stpry just the way it is. You know what they say,k you're probably being more honest with yourself the first time you put word to paper, than after you attempt to polish it.
      GBF: Well, some of them need polish, but I know what you mean.

Nov 2004
Don't change a thing. This story is great!
      GBF: I promise!

Oct 2004
A lovely lazy day. A lovely lazy woman. A lovely lazy stroke. A lovely lazy review. What could be nicer..?
      GBF: Here, you want a writing job? 8-)

Oct 2004
Drop the word vagina... "...muscles in her vagina clench, ..." could read better as ...muscles inside her clench...
      GBF: Thanks. I'll consider it.

Jul 2003
Beautiful, got me hot reading it. Not too many can stinulate me that quick.