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Sagittaria wrote:
> Three Minutes, by Sagittaria (F-solo, toys, anal)
>
> ***
>
> "Three minutes? It only takes you three minutes??" Vicky shrieked.
>
> "Shhh!" Lynn hissed, looking around to be sure no one else was seated
> nearby. "Yes, three or four, maybe five. Why? How long does it take
> you?"
>
> Vicky blushed slightly. "Well, I've never timed it," she said. "But
> what's the point of rushing? I like to be sensual and enjoy all of the
> feelings, not just orgasm. I don't even bother masturbating unless I
> know I'll have an hour or more, and if I come, that's great. But if
> not, then at least I've had a good time."
>
> Now it was Lynn's turn to be astonished. "You masturbate - for an HOUR?
> And you don't even COME?"
>
> "Try it sometime, you silly. We're not talking about a race here, so
> why rush to the finish line? Now listen, I need to get back to work.
> Thanks for lunch! It's a great way to start the week."
>
> ***
>
> Lynn awoke on Saturday morning feeling horny. She didn't have a partner
> at the moment, but as the song says, "If you can't be with the one you
> love, love the one you're with!" She yawned and stretched, then reached
> over and got a squirt of lube from the pump bottle on her dresser. She
> lay back and began moving the fingertips of her right hand in circles
> around her clitoris, starting slowly but soon picking up speed. Within
> one minute, her clitoris was erect and this was beginning to feel very
> good indeed. Within two minutes, she had moved her left hand down to
> her vagina and begun sliding two fingers in and out while her right
> hand continued its circles. Her hips were pushing up against her hands
> and everything was feeling wonderful when she remembered her
> conversation with Vicky.
>
> With some difficulty, Lynn stopped masturbating and thought about what
> Vicky had said. Would it really be better if she made it last longer?
> What could Vicky possibly be doing for a whole hour? There was no way
> she could continue what she'd been doing - she'd be spent after five
> minutes. What else could she do? "If I'm going to do this for an hour,
> I'll need some mood music," she thought. She got out of bed and put
> three of her favorite CDs in the player and turned it on. "There, that
> should keep playing for a while." Then she opened the closet and dug
> out the jelly rubber double dildo she had received as a gag gift some
> time ago and had never used. She also grabbed a towel to have handy.
>
> She lay back on the bed and looked at the bright green twelve-inch dong
> in her hand. "What's your name?" she asked it. It didn't reply. "That's
> okay," she told it, "better the quiet type than a guy who only talks
> about himself." She rubbed the head of it up and down her labia and
> started to insert it, but found she needed more lubrication. "Okay, I
> can do this," she thought. "An hour? Might as well start slow." She
> brought her hands up to her breasts, caressing them and kneading them
> gently. When she felt her nipples begin to erect, she included rubbing
> and pinching them in her ministrations. This made her feel pleasantly
> warm and she began moving her hands further, all over her torso, but
> always coming back to her breasts. Soon she realized this feeling had
> reached a plateau - she had succeeded in mildly arousing herself, but
> her breasts by themselves weren't going to take her any further. "Have
> I at least filled fifteen minutes?" she wondered, and looked at the
> clock. "Shit!" It had only been five minutes! She couldn't believe it,
> and turned the clock around so she wouldn't torture herself further.
> "Okay, I can do this," she repeated, and reached for the lube again.
>
> She moved her now-slippery fingers back to her vulva, but didn't go
> straight for her clitoris this time. Instead she tried to tease
> herself, to prolong the session. She slid one finger up and down just
> inside her labia, as she had done earlier with the dildo. She jumped as
> she brushed her clitoris on the upstroke - yes, that was nice. Parting
> her outer lips with her left hand, she moved her right index finger
> along her inner lips, first one side and then the other. She let the
> finger slip inside her vagina and enjoyed the sensation, but didn't
> leave it there yet. Instead she continued her leisurely explorations,
> trying to forget about the clock on the dresser.
>
> She soon noticed that her arousal was increasing. Her vulva felt hot to
> the touch and her clitoris was once again erect. Most importantly, one
> or two fingers tentatively entering her cunt weren't able to satisfy
> her any longer. It was time for the dildo. She picked it up and talked
> to it again. "You need a name. I think I'm going to call you Brad
> Pitt." She examined Brad carefully, trying to decide which of his two
> heads to use, and concluded that they were identical. She rubbed her
> slippery hand over the nearest head, although extra lubrication was no
> longer necessary, and then slowly began to fuck herself with it.
>
> Brad was a "realistic" model dildo, meaning each head was penis-shaped,
> with ridges of skin, and veins on the shared shaft. She gasped with
> pleasure as the head slipped inside her sensitive cunt. She was longing
> to plunge in as much of it as she could take, but forced herself to go
> slowly and concentrate on every sensation. She fucked herself with just
> the head at first, loving the way the corona felt as it repeatedly slid
> against the top of her vaginal opening. Was this her G-spot? Probably
> not, that was supposed to be farther inside, but this felt good anyway.
>
> When she could resist no longer, she allowed Brad to begin penetrating
> her more deeply. Although not impossibly thick, it was a decent width,
> and felt wonderful as it stretched her cunt going inside. Switching to
> her left hand, she moved Brad in and out, letting it go in just a
> fraction of an inch deeper on each stroke. With her right hand, she
> began to alternately tweak her nipples and stroke her clitoris. She
> really did lose track of time now, reveling in the sensations. Suddenly
> she realized that Brad had gone where no man had gone before - she had
> taken over half its length inside her and could take no more. Her
> vaginal muscles squeezed the intruder with delight.
>
> She took hold of it in her right hand again, and began pumping
> fiercely, pistoning it into herself with long, hard strokes. She was
> moaning, loving the intense feeling that was not pain, but was more
> than just pleasure. "Oh, Brad," she called to her faceless lover. With
> her left hand she pinched and rolled her nipples, also almost but not
> quite to the point of pain. She moved her left hand down to her
> clitoris to give it the same treatment, but at the first touch realized
> she had better not touch it again, or this session would abruptly be
> over. She was amazed at how erect her clitoris was, straining to bring
> her to the natural goal of this activity.
>
> "Prolong the sensation," she remembered, and managed to slow Brad down
> to a more sustainable level. Trying to get a better grip, she
> encountered his other head and a wicked idea occurred to her. She slid
> it out until only a couple of inches remained in her cunt, then
> liberally lubed up the other head and began rubbing it around her anus.
> That felt good. She enjoyed anal stimulation, especially when she was
> already this worked up. Why had she never thought of using Brad for a
> double penetration? She continued her motion, stimulating herself as
> well as lubing up her anus, and then gently pressed the head into her
> anus until it finally popped in past her sphincter muscle. "Oh - oh -
> oh, yes!" The sensation was incredible. The first moment of anal
> penetration was always intense, and Brad's continued presence in her
> cunt made it even more so.
>
> She experimented with how to move it so that both ends could fuck her
> without slipping out. It wasn't really long enough for this. Finally
> she settled on a curved sliding stroke, only about an inch each way,
> which allowed it to move smoothly between the two openings while
> staying inside both of them. After three or four of these strokes she
> was surprised to feel her orgasm beginning. "No! Mustn't ... come!" She
> tried to stop herself, but it was too late. She fell back on the bed,
> panting. "Is this how a man feels when he comes too quickly?" Because
> she had tried to stop it, she hadn't got the full enjoyment of the
> orgasm, but nevertheless a physical release had occurred and her body,
> at least, was done.
>
> The part of Brad in her ass no longer felt erotic, just uncomfortable,
> and she removed it and wiped it clean with her towel. This caused the
> other end to move slightly within her cunt, and to her surprise it
> still felt really good. She'd never been able to have more than one
> orgasm before. If she touched her clit after coming, it was much too
> sensitive to be enjoyable. She hadn't thought that vaginal stimulation
> would be any different, but it was. She no longer desired the fast
> fucking she had been giving herself, but instead moved Brad slowly,
> gently, like a caring lover. This must be the feeling Vicky had
> described - sensual pleasure that seemed like it could go on for an
> eternity, without the strong urge to climax that Lynn herself usually
> felt while masturbating.
>
> "Brad, you're the best lover I've ever had," she murmured. She felt a
> little silly talking to a dildo, but the sound of her voice adding to
> the fantasy in her head was turning her on even more. "You feel so good
> inside me, you're so thick and hard... Ah, yes, give it to me, Brad!"
> By this time she had actually forgotten that time existed. She was
> surprised to find that she was again pumping Brad in and out as hard as
> before, and that she could come at any moment, or choose to prolong it
> until she was ready. This time she was determined to fully participate
> in and enjoy the moment of orgasm. She switched her left hand to Brad
> and with her right hand began making fast, tight circles around her
> clit. Her moans turned into grunts, and her hips were bucking wildly
> against both her hand and the dildo. "Ohhhh! Brad! I'm coming!" she
> shouted as fireworks went off under her closed eyes. Her orgasm seemed
> to last longer than any orgasm she'd ever had. She continued gently
> stroking her clitoris as she withdrew the dildo and lay back limp on
> the bed. It was several minutes before she was able to open her eyes
> and breathe normally again.
>
> ***
>
> Monday morning seemed to drag on for Lynn, until it was finally noon
> and time to meet Vicky for lunch. As she arrived at the restaurant, she
> could hardly wait to tell Vicky about her experiment. But Vicky spoke
> first. "Lynn! You'll never believe what I have to tell you. Remember
> last week, when we were talking about ..." she looked around, and
> lowered her voice, "... your three minutes? Well, I decided to try
> something new this weekend, and I came in only fifteen minutes! I just
> couldn't believe it! And I'll bet I can get faster with practice."
>
> "That's great, Vicky!" Lynn said. "And I have something to tell you,
> too."
>
>
> THE END
>
>
> ***
>
> Inspired by an article at
> http://www.nerve.com/PersonalEssays/Carver/sensualists/main.asp
> "Some of My Best Friends Are Sensualists" by Lisa Carver
> "Candlelight and jazz be damned. The author has no time for foreplay."
>
> ***
>
> With special thanks to everyone who gave me comments to help make this
> story better when it was in the FishTank three years ago, and who must
> have thought their efforts were in vain: Altan, Anoninsac, Bradley
> Stoke, Conjugate, Denny Wheeler, Desdmona, Elf Sternberg, Eli the
> Bearded, Father Ignatius, Jack Lipton, Jeff Zephyr, John (johndear),
> Juanwildone, Katie McN, Kelli Halliburton, Leowulf, Mat Twassel, Meme
> Mispelt, Oosh, PleaseCain, Shadow Wolf, Stasya T. Canine, and last but
> not least, Tesseract. It took me less than 4 years to finish this one.
> Now it's time to start on my next story!
>
> --
> ---->Sagittaria<----
>
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Wonderful story. What do you mean you cannot write hot stories.
<whew>
Is it okay to reply in this manner.
Bette