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My day started with several self given orgasms. It began with a delicious creamy one, ended with an exquisite squirty one, and contained many more equally enjoyable ones in between.

All but one of the many were vaginal orgasms today. This isn’t rare, as I do orgasm from both clitoral and vaginal stimulation, but it is a rare occurrence when I masturbate. I do enjoy playing with insertables but it’s my clit that usually gets me off when I masturbate, occasionally my nipples, but usually my clit. The insertables are more about giving me a full feeling while I toy with my clit because an empty cunt doesn’t like to cum, at least mine doesn’t.

I awoke, already aroused and wet. My nipples were taut and sensitive. I could feel ever fiber of the light bed sheet as it grazed my nipples when I moved. It did little to ease my desire. Why fight it? I pulled the sheet aside and pinched my nipple, sending currents of electric passion to my cunt. It’s wetness grew with every pinch and twist and pull. I started to move my hand down between my legs, to feel the wetness that had grown, but I stopped. I wanted more than my own hand.

I didn’t just want to get off this morning, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel a big, hard cock inside me. I wanted to ride it, to feel it deep inside of me, to feel the swollen head as it slid all the way out before pushing deep inside again. I wanted to feel a real cock pounding into me, being rough and forceful and mixing that pleasure with the aching pain of having the cock hitting those places deep up inside of me.

That wasn’t to be though. No man, no real cock today. Just me, and my toys.

I pulled the big blue beast out of it’s home in my bedside table and rubbed it between my legs for a moment. I felt my wetness coating it as I moved it back and forth. Even my clit throbbed at it’s hardness. I knew laying there and pushing it in wasn’t going to be enough. It just wouldn’t do. I got up, and putting the big blue beast between my legs, I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt the head penetrate my soft opening as I moved and the shaft slowly disappeared inside of me. I pushed down on it until I felt the tip deep up inside of me then I raised my hips, my cunt sliding up the shaft until the tip came out but still pressed against my opening. I then bore down, feeling it push against my swelling pussy and fill me up before raising my hips again. Many more times, up and down, fucking the big blue beast before the wave crashed and the first white, creamy orgasm escaped me.

I was still hot and horny for more. Super horny. Hornier than I recall being in a very long time. I don’t know if it was hormones or what, but if I could learn to harvest that super horny state of being I’d be the richest woman in the world. I began riding the big blue beast again. This time I pinched and tugged at my nipples. Moments later another orgasm. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept riding it until more orgasms spilled out of me, one after another after another. There was a continuous supply of orgasms that were eager for release and I wasn’t about to stop them.

Many orgasms later I lay on my bed. My mouth dry, my skin glistening with sweat, my nipples hard and aching, and my cunt still shuddering and twitching from it’s multiple orgasms. My cunt still wanted more though. It still wanted the biggest release. Even as the orgasms were flowing there was still one that was continuing to build inside of me. I could not ignore my clit any longer.

I pulled another toy from the drawer of my bedside table. This one was meant to stay in as I played with my clit. I did not have it in me to concentrate on holding the big blue beast in with one hand while rubbing one out with the other and denying my desire to grab and pull at the pillow or mattress as I came one more time. Two hands just would not suffice in such a situation.

I spread my lips and inserted the new toy. There was no resistance. My hot and plentiful juices that had been flowing made insertion easy. With my lips still spread and the toy securely inserted I moved my right hand to my clit. It was swollen and tender. I dragged some of my slick juices up to my clit and began slowly rubbing it in a circular fashion. My touch was light but the familiar sensation that I was about to explode came quickly. As it did my touch became firmer and faster, my hips moved and began to fuck the air, and my quick breaths came with moans begging for release. As I begged with my body and my moans it came. The giant tidal wave that had been building came crashing down all around me and I felt as though it were washing me out to sea as the contractions pushed more than the toy out of me. The tidal wave brought a massive squirting orgasm that soaked me, the bed, and parts of the floor. It left my body a quivering mess incapable of any comprehendible thought or word.






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I did it. Finally. After more than a week without Him, even longer of him not having me do it, I masturbated. Late the other night, or rather very early the next morning, I pulled out a couple clips and a vibrator and gave myself an orgasm. And even though I am hard pressed to remember the last time I did that, it still took a while.

I wasn’t horny or already wet and excited. I wasn’t led by His words. I wasn’t even feeling like I wanted to. What I was feeling was a need to, an overwhelming need to let go. It wasn’t about pleasure or exploration, it was about releasing the tension and angst I’d been carrying. It was also, quite possibly, about turning off my brain and getting some sleep.

Sure I’ve had orgasms, great orgasms, recently but having them given to you by a very capable man is far different from getting yourself off, especially when you aren’t even in the mood. So why masturbate when you aren’t in the mood? Well, why would you go to work when you don’t feel like it? Same thing. Sometimes it’s something you have to do. Sometimes it’s just a means to an end. So, after laying in bed for hours, my mind wandering and wondering about things, I decided that an orgasm was in order. I wasn’t thinking about how good it would feel, how turned on I would be when my wetness began to coat my bits. I was thinking that it would release the tension that was built up and relax me enough to get more than an hour or two of sleep.

I first put my hand between my legs, pushing, testing. Nothing. I took a couple clips and my big blue vibrator out of the bedside table. At first I just tried the vibrator, leaving the clips to the side. That didn’t work either. The vibrations on my clit weren’t exciting or pleasurable, because I wasn’t really in the mood. I then took the clips to my nipples. I hadn’t tried that at first because I wasn’t in the mood to play to have a truly enjoyable experience. I just wanted to get it done and over with. Once I attached the clips though, my cunt almost instantly responded with a trickle of wetness. I should have known better and went for the clips right off the bat. I was being resistant though, I was fighting it.

Once the wetness came I thought I was home free and the orgasm would quickly come. How wrong I can be at times. It was still stubborn and elusive. I wasn’t going to give up though. That would have just made me feel worse and I didn’t feel like crying myself to sleep again. I left the clips on and kept the vibrator working on my clit, gently moving it around and around trying to make it give in and give me an orgasm. I pushed it down to my opening, getting it slick and glistening before moving it back to my clit. I used my other hand to spread my lips, leaving my little nub open and vulnerable. The vibrator, now well lubricated, moved again over my clit. Slowly I began to feel the familiar tingling and as I thought about it it began to wane, to pull back and shy away once again.

Damn it! I needed this. Maybe too much and that was the problem. I was still thinking too much, feeling too much. I had to stop and just let it happen. I closed my eyes and thought about His hands on me, His fingers splaying me and His tongue teasing my clit. Finally my body reacted like I knew it could. My clit ignited, my body bucked and trembled, and my cunt did a few back flips as the dam burst.

It felt… good, fine. Honestly, it wasn’t the stars the moon and fireworks. It was more relief and satisfaction, which was exactly what I was going for. I didn’t even take time to savour it, to let myself enjoy those wonderful contractions and sensations that always linger at the surface. Once the orgasm was reached and my body made its last big twitch I threw the vibrator aside, rolled over, and went to sleep. I slept all night. ALL NIGHT. Waking up the next morning rested and realizing that I had slept through the night, that was the big finish.


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I couldn’t very well let the 100th Wicked Wednesday go by without a word now could I? I hadn’t intended on posting this piece for Wicked Wednesday but being the prompt is “full circle” I thought my orgasm, or the big O as some call it, story was a good fit. Congratulations to Marie on reaching this milestone on the wonderful Wicked Wednesday meme. This marks my 76th entry to Wicked Wednesday. 76 out of 100. Not too shabby. I look forward to the next 100 prompts.


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Orgasms are good things. We can all agree on that, right? No? They aren’t good things? You must mean they are great things. They really are mighty fabulous. What? You think they are bad things? How is that remotely possible?

There are times when an orgasm isn’t a good one, at least not for some people.

Sometimes my orgasm taunts me… Here I am Stella. Right here, come and get me. Let’s play hide and seek! Oh, not quite right there, over here. Ooh, that’s good. Oops, you moved the minutest of fractions and now I’ve moved to the other side of the world… It happens. Don’t tell me this has never happened to you. You are right there, on the brink, and it disappears. Damn you orgasm. DAMN YOU!

Bad orgasm for not cumming (pun totally intended).

The guy you are with just doesn’t know what he is doing. He thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread when it comes to pleasing a woman. He’s pleased plenty, or so he keeps telling you. You are inclined to believe his previous partners have done the Harry met Sally thing and faked the screaming orgasm part. He can’t even find your clitoris for crissakes! Do you do the same thing as those other women or do you admit it just isn’t working for you? I’m inclined to admit it isn’t working. I’ve been called a bitch, told I had issues that I couldn’t orgasm, had someone try even harder in their not so pleasing way. It doesn’t matter how hard you go at it if there’s no finesse, no skill, no clue as to what one is doing.

Bad orgasm for not even showing up to play the little hide and seek game.

You are home alone, he is away somewhere or just not able to be with you right now. You’ve been reading some sexy blogs, seeing some quite lovely pictures. You are hot and horny, dripping before you even touch yourself. You are so worked up beforehand that it takes the slightest of movements to give you your orgasm. You’ve totally worked yourself up and it’s over in what seems like mere seconds. You are done, so now what?

Bad orgasm for cumming too soon (yes, I know I’m punny).

You’ve been playing for a while and he decides to deny you your orgasm. He keeps bringing you to the brink then pulling you back, letting the feeling subside a bit, then bringing you to the brink again. You feel like you are going to explode. You can’t handle much more of his teasing you before you have a complete breakdown. He starts again. Every inch of you is excited and sensitive. Just as he is about to let you release he stops and denies you again, one too many times. You’ve had it. Your sensitive bit retreats and refuses to come back out. Now you are resenting him for teasing you to that point and continuing to deny your orgasm rather than enjoying the immense pleasure that can come once the denial phase ends.

Bad orgasm for being denied release.

Let’s stay with orgasm denial for a moment. Sometimes he tries to deny you but you orgasm anyway. You succumb to it. You ignore him telling you that you aren’t allowed, or you hear him but you can’t stop the orgasm train from cumming (seriously, how many times can I write this in one post!). Now he is displeased because you did not obey him. You will have to deal with the consequences of your actions.

Bad orgasm because it comes with consequences, punishment possibly,  for not obeying him.

He bought you a new Hitachi wand for your birthday. You’d heard stories about how fab they feel and had been eying one for a while. To break it in, and to celebrate your birthday, forced orgasm is on the agenda. You are restrained and the wand is secured against your clit. It is slow at first then gradually builds bringing your first orgasm with it. In the middle of your bits thanking you for the orgasm another one is already building. Again, a crashing orgasm. You want to squirm and buck but you can’t, he has you securely restrained with minimal allowance for movement. You try to fight the next one as it comes crashing down on you, then another and another, they continue rolling over you… You lose count as you ride this massive wave. You scream and whimper and cry. You beg for it to stop. You will surely die if you are forced to continue.

Bad orgasms because they are all by machine, without his touch. Yet, he is involved and watching, so majorly fantastic orgasms as well.

What would you consider a bad orgasm? One you don’t have sure, but what about one you do have, or have had?

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