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The Storm




The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been almost all
day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain were making me sleepy
and tired. Just plain old groggy. I decided to retire to my bedroom for a
nap until the showers had ended. I was too weary to continue working
on the business project that was before me. I had, for some time, been in
a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like I knew who I was.
Somewhere something had gotten lost.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was illuminated
only by the misty haze that hung in the spring air. I slipped out of my
sweats and went across the room to toss them into the hamper. I began
to re-trace my steps, as I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped,
looking curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin seem
luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an ash tone, and my
oval face was highlighted by my full blush lips and deep grey eyes.

I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my cheekbones,
my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I looked down at my
breasts, through the mirror, full and round, they stood suspended by the
bra that held them. I moved my hands to release them from the
contraption that embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a
sudden glow.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my own flesh
rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my eyes, I saw my delicate
body and envisioned it wrapped lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my
hands on my nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary
fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed again into the
mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I felt the texture of the satin
ribbon daintily tied in bows against my hips.

I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the corner of
the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the side of my vagina. My
stare into the mirror had become fixed as I stroked the skin with my
littlest finger. I watched myself convince my other hand to render the
other bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the floor
beneath me.

I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no longer
compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror as I guided my
fingers, gently placing them over my vagina, the warmth comforted me
as my forefinger slipped down to where my vaginal lips began to part. I
felt the moistness that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose
intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

I spread my legs slightly apart as I began to massage my clitoris,
pressing it between my fore and middle fingers. The motion increased
my secretions, much to my pleasure, and I began to press delicately,
nurturing it until I felt it begin to swell.

I saw myself as a glorious vision of loveliness as I began my descent to
the carpet. Now on my hands and knees, I turned sideways seeing my
breasts hang down, greeting their new environment with utter elegance
and grace. I raised my feet above my buttocks, supported only by my
hands and knees. I lowered my bosom enabling me to massage them on
the soft, yet scruffy carpet.

I began to move slowly back and forth as I watched my nipples graze
the textile. It was a wondrous sensation as I again felt them become
fully erect. I felt a drop of my essence roll down my inner thigh. I
raised to face my mirrored image. Relishing my sexual glory, I sat with
my legs spread apart, resting my buttocks on the heels of my feet.

I watched enthralled as I raised hands to my breasts, again with my
thumb and fore-finger, I rolled the nipples; they tingled with
extraordinary pleasure. I pulled them outward and increased the applied
pressure, I raised them upward and exposed the ivory skin beneath. I
pulled and tugged at them until I could stand no more. I placed both
hands onto them and began to squeeze and massage all of their area.

I watched myself as I was doing this and revelled in the release of my
stress. I felt a sense of security knowing that I could be in control of at
least one thing in my life...the way I made love to myself. My
sensations and confidence allowed me to become totally uninhibited,
exploring my body and my total sexuality.

I abandoned my thoughts and moved my hands down to my vagina,
curiously watching the mirror to see what I would do next. I glided a
finger to the opening of my tunnel and felt my warm juices oozing. I
slid my finger inside me and began to explore the inner walls of my
pleasure center. I entered another finger and watched myself glide them
in and out, in and out.

I began to grind rhythmically against my fingers; I pumped them harder
and faster as I began to moan in a low whisper. My essence was flowing
freely so my fingers glided easily. I watched my image in the mirror and
began to increase my thrusts. I pushed harder against my hand as I
watched my lips spread and contract. I used my other hand to steadily
massage my clitoris, only to increase my stimulation tenfold. I felt and
watched as my body began to involuntarily convulse, the ritual that
would bring me full climax.

I pulled my fingers out of my vagina and rubbed the thick juices over
my entire vaginal area, then I re-inserted them. I spread my lips with my
other hand and caressed them gently, rubbing the juices into them. I
watched my fingers slide in and out of my vagina in the mirror. I
watched my mouth open and my tongue spread fiery saliva across my
lips.

My pace quickened, and my long, hard thrusts turned to short, violent
ones. I flicked a finger quickly on my clitoris as the others pumped me
faster. My head fell back, I let out deep sighs of pleasure . . . I knew
that I was there.

My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.
Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I plunged my
fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my clitoris with extreme
pressure. My juices gushed onto my fingers and hands in colossal
volume. I continued gliding my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing
speed and force. I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,
my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I turned to
query the mirror with one final gaze. I again saw myself as glorious. I
had never experienced anything like this before, nor had I ever dreamed
of anything similar. I had felt my total womanhood . . . more
importantly, I had seen her.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back the covers
and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber. The storm had
ended...inside and out.






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