Part 1

It was, at the very earliest, 2 am when I finally dragged myself to bed. 2 am. Already two hours into the new day and my mind was still hopelessly tangled with the events of the previous one. School. Homework. Fights with friends. Making up with friends. More school. More homework. Confusion. Chaos. And of course, beneath it all, there was the fact that, despite my flawless logic and my complicated emotions, my goals and dreams and hopes and wishes, I was, after all, still an animal. I still had my desires to continue the species. Actually, that makes it all sound entirely too high-minded, though. I desired sex. Pleasure. Orgasm. Release. I was not so high minded, I don't want children. The miracle of masturbation is that one can, on her own, short-circuit the mind's desire to procreate by finding a partner, and instead, enjoy the pleasure of the act without the complications. That is what I sought to do on this occasion, and with that in mind I removed my clothes and tossed them aside. After crawling into bed, I took a moment to feel the simple pleasure of soft sheets on soft skin, wrapping them contentedly around myself, letting their caress awaken my nerves, an appetizer to prepare my body for the feast of pleasures it was about to receive. A buffet, even, for it was all self-serve. And all delicious. I pulled myself away from the loving touch of the sheets, sliding out of them to let the cool, crisp night air kiss my nude form. My hands started at my hips, and, one on each side, slid slowly up the side of my body. Up my hips. A fleeting brushing of fingers on my irrepressibly ticklish stomach. My hands slid further up my body, until they encountered my small, firm breasts. I stopped there, for a few seconds, to fully let my senses absorb the feeling. My eyes closed, almost on their own. There was nothing for me to see but the ceiling, and I preferred to view the contents of my mind’s eye. I took a deep breath, feeling my lungs fill, and then exhaled it, quickly taking in another. My hands rose off my breasts into the air, where I moved them in little circular motion, almost as if fanning. I was focusing my energy, sending it between my legs, to the center of my desires. In my mind’s eye it began to glow. I spread my legs ever so slightly. The fanning drew energy to its target, surely enough, and the glow in my mind’s eye of my nether regions grew hotter. I opened my legs a bit more, feeling warmth and desire beginning to increase still more. Energy having filled its target, my hands dropped back to my breasts, where I began to explore the soft flesh with all the eagerness of a lover. My hands glided across them, my fingers made little circles around my aureoles and my long fingernails flicked at the rapidly swelling nipples themselves. Soon the little buds were engorged with their eagerness, and my finger-circling became more determined, as I began brushing against them with my finger, my circling growing faster and faster. The desire in my flower grew yet again, the energy concentrated there now causing it to glow white-hot in my mind’s eye, the pangs of desire rising from deep within me. I continued to take slow, deep breaths, focusing on the feelings that were filling my body and captivating my senses. I continued to circle my clearly excited left nipple with my right hand, crossed over, while my left hand wandered down to my stomach, where I lightly touched myself there, making a line up from between my legs to my chest, drawing the energy upwards and outwards. Slow, deep breaths. Drawing the pleasure upwards. Warmth, so much warmth. My entire body started to feel warm, not a prickly, itching superficial heat of the flushed face of lust, but a deeper warmth coming from the glow of my energized womanhood. Soon the warmth turned into electrifying pleasure, and though the greater levels of passion threatened to make my rhythmic breathing erratic, I maintained control. Though I had not yet touched the gates of heaven, I felt an unmistakable heat rising from them. The glow in my mind’s eye was brighter than ever, a star burning brightly, sending its rays ever outward. My left hand wandered downward, touching myself in my most special place for the first time. Orgasm. Sweet, delicious orgasm. Passion tearing through my body. I felt my entire body turn to liquid, melting from the heat within me. I felt the pleasure being carried on my breath, and strove to maintain my breath so that my pleasure was maintained as well. The waves eventually subsided, but my desire did not. I was not sure why I was able to reach the highest point of ecstasy with barely even a touch to its usual source, but I did not question it. I did not question why I was able to continue at this point, either, when I so often could not, I merely continued. My right hand continued to circle my left nipple, now like a large pebble thrusting out of me, larger than I had ever thought possible. It felt as though it was about to burst. My breathing continued, constant and regular, as did the steady circling of my nipple, with an occasional flick from my fingernail. After not long at all, I began to feel growing pleasure riding along on my every breath, and my mind’s eye started to envision a glow once more. My heat rose to an even higher level than it was at my previous climax, and another came to me, again at but a touch to my flower. Every breath in brought with it waves of sweet delight, when I exhaled, I felt myself ready for more. Still, I ached with desire. My right hand never left my left nipple, its steady circling as steady as my breathing. My left hand, after momentarily leaving my womanhood, quickly returned to it, as it started to throb with desire and lust. I began to touch myself with great enthusiasm, feeling passion more intense than I had ever previously thought possible. My fingertips danced across the excited opening, feeling my moisture. They made little circles around my joyful flower and caressed every part of my womanhood. My mind filled with subvocalized screams of sheer desire as my craving and my passion soared to new heights. My breathing remained calm, my motions remained steady. Though my body was being deluged with pleasure, I was determined to let it wash over me like a gentle wave, and not allow myself to be caught up in its tempest. Even though my left hand left the heat between my legs to caress my stomach, the pleasure did not cease. It was as though my entire body had become electrified, as though the pleasure had become more than just touching myself in my special place but instead an electric charge that could appear anywhere on my body, conducted by my breath and my thoughts. My hand followed the charge around my body and when it returned to my flower, I was all to eager to return to it as well. I felt the waves swelling once more, I felt another climax beginning to rise deep within me. Its precursors began to rise from the glow that my mind’s eye still envisioned between my widely spread legs, carried along my breath, to my mind. My mind spoke to my hands, and my hands pleasured my body. A white-hot flash. The swirling array of images in my mind’s eye went blank, replaced only with a white-hot flash. Every breath carried a wave of desire. I was not having an orgasm; I had become my orgasm. White-hot energy liquefied. Wave after wave after wave of passion struck me, but my body remained calm. I did not shudder, I did not shake, and only in my mind did I scream. I felt completely liquid, and liquid cannot scream. Liquid can only be moved by waves. Waves, after waves, after waves. My ecstasy was at the highest point I had ever reached for longer than I had ever been there, my mind was nothing but waves and white flashes so it is impossible for me to say how long I was there, save for it felt like much longer than usual. When I finally came down, my breathing was still calm. My hands were at rest, my body completely relaxed. I sighed contentedly, the afterglow of this nearly as pleasurable as the experience itself. I was not certain what I had done, or how I had done it. All that I knew was that I had unleashed pleasures greater than anything I had ever felt before. Still, I felt that perhaps this was only the beginning of my explorations.