The View From My Knees

Original Photo by Lucky

I’ve recently begun to read Diary of a Sex Fiend, by Abby Lee, the sex blogger known as Girl With A One Track Mind. As expected, this book is fan-fucking-tastic. Abby’s sexual exploits mixed with that charming British dialect make me smile and gets my panties wet. Today I must have been glued to the pages of this book for over an hour before I realized how hard my pussy was throbbing.

“Just a few more pages,” I told myself, “and then I’ll take care of that.” A chapter later, I still hadn’t satisfied my urge, and it was growing too strong to ignore. I forced myself to put the book down and Twittered about my dilemma: here I was, horny as fucking hell, and Lucky was off at a meeting for work. I decided I didn’t have the patience to arrange a booty call, so I went into my bedroom and rifled through my beloved box of sex toys. I pushed aside bullets and butterflies; this was a job that was too big for a measly clit tickler. I needed cock. Aha! There you are, my friend. I pulled out a lovely, smooth, six-inch silicone dildo. Before putting the box away, I grabbed a small bottle of lube, even though I was pretty sure I wouldn’t need it.

I returned to my den, lit a stick of incense, and pulled my favorite sexy playlist up on my computer. I don’t usually make such a production out of masturbation, but I was feeling absolutely ravenous and I was determined to do this craving justice. I pulled off my panties and curled up naked in my comfy reading chair. As the melody of Madonna’s Justify My Love started pouring out of my computer’s speakers, I slowly began to rub my bulging clit. I decided right away that I would take my time. This was an orgasm that needed to be savored. I told myself that I’d warm up by concentrating only on my clit for one whole song. My eyes traveled from my erect nipples down to the fingers gently working between my thighs, and then to the computer screen across the small den. I imagined that the webcam built into the top of my Macbook’s screen was recording my every move, broadcasting my lust for all who wished to see.

It seemed to take forever for that first song to end. Next, I was greeted by the sounds of Tom Jones’s swanky tune, Sex Bomb and finally I allowed myself to insert a finger into my eager pussy. I wouldn’t be using my toy just yet. No, I’d have to wait one more song before I could fill my dark, wet hole with that silicone cock. I slid the one finger effortlessly in and out of my wet pussy, then slowly inserted another. I wiggled my fingers inside of myself, feeling the walls of my pussy engulf them. I imagined how good it must feel for a real cock to be surrounded on all sides by the soft, wet tissue. I continued fingering myself, first slow and steady, then quick and forceful, until the end of the second song.

When I heard the pulsating beats of Nine Inch Nails’ Closer, I knew it was time. I took my fingers out of my throbbing pussy and grabbed the dildo. I squirted a few drops of lube onto its smooth tip and rubbed it up and down the shaft, as if giving my imaginary partner a slow and steady hand job. All the while, I pictured my imaginary audience on the other end of the web cam, eating up every moment of the show that was going on in my den. Finally, I was ready. I teased the opening of my pussy with the head of the silicone cock for a moment, and then, just as the sound of Trent screaming out “You get me closer to God!” burst from my speakers, I slid it in. It filled me up, made me tingle all over. I began sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy - slower, faster, softer, harder. I moaned and groaned. “Fuck yes!” I called out. “Oh God!”

Then, just as the final notes of the song plunked away, it happened. My entire body tensed and then waves of pleasure rushed through me. My pussy convulsed around the toy as my orgasm overtook me. I cried out in ecstasy. “Oh! Oh! Oh yes!”

And then it was over. I closed my eyes and rested for a moment, catching my breath, before sliding the toy out of me. I opened my eyes and looked across the room at the tiny lens at the top of my laptop’s screen. Maybe next time I will turn it on.