Kirstens Anatomy
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Alone In Kirsten's Apartment free porn video
Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads herinto a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographicalshort story, Julia explores her sexuality alone, daring to deny herself orgasmicgratification.
Alone in Kirsten's apartment
I left the offices at about 5:00, my head full of ideas and images of theday. I decided to walk back to Kirsten's apartment and picked up some foodfrom a corner store nearby. I was looking forward to a quiet evening on myown after the excitement of the first days of my new job. I put my feet upand ate Chinese-style ribs with stir-fried mixed vegetables in front of theTV. Fancying an early night I showered and slipped on the short satin nightieI had bought the day before. For a moment I thought of sleeping in Kirsten'sbed but chastised myself for taking advantage of my new friend's hospitality,my mind flitting back to my feelings of guilt when I opened her box of 'toys'.Instead, I climbed into my own sofabed and fell asleep immediately.
I woke suddenly in the middle of the night and tried to orientate myself.I must have been dreaming and in the darkness I imagined I was back at schoolin the dormitory and I felt incredibly sexy. My head was full of images ofthe last 3 days during which I had been doing my best to suppress my sexualfeelings and had enjoyed the excitement of denying myself the gratificationof sexual fulfilment. But not now. My short satin nightie had ridden up tomy waist and I was laying flat on my back, my pulsating pussy pointing skywardstrying to draw attention to itself. My slightest movement caused the duvetto rub across the curls of my blonde pubic hair and my tight belly. My nippleswere so aroused they felt like they were on fire. I lay still with my armsby my sides, trying to put out of my mind the beautiful women I had watchedmodelling sensual lingerie.
Grasping the bottom edge of my short nightie I pulled it up over my headin one fluid movement and discarded it on the floor. The sudden rush of coolair caused my nipples to pucker and harden, the fire replaced by an intense,delicious throbbing.
Foolishly I wondered if, maybe, if I just touched my nipples a little, thatwould be enough to ease my heightened state or arousal? I moved my hands tomy breasts and cupped them at the sides, lifting them so as to ease the tensionand I heard myself let out a soft moan. Allowing my middle fingers to slideslowly upwards, I started to circle my areole. They were small and tight asmost of the dark skin had pulled taught and upwards to form erect buds thatcraved my caress and I was unable to resist.
With shaking hands I touched my nipples and a bolt of energy shots throughmy body. I gasped out loud, grateful that Kirsten is not in the room to hearme. Slowly and deliberately I rolled my teats between my middle fingers andthumbs and wave after wave of tingling, stimulating, pulsating passion washedover me.
How I ever thought this would satisfy me and help me sleep I do not know!My whole torso was alive. I felt wide awake and alert to my intense arousal,more intense than I could ever remember, as my head swam with images of gorgeouswomen dressed in sumptuously sexy underwear.
I couldn't stop my hands from leaving my aching breasts and sliding downmy smooth, tense body, rib-by-rib and then inexorably down past my navel. AsI neared the seat of my fire my breathing quickened and I kicked off the duvet.I felt the first curls of my pubic hair on my fingertips as they started toclimb the prominent hill of my rounded Mound of Venus.
I spread my legs wide in the vain hope that the cool night air might quenchmy desire but instead I heard the glorious, squelchy sound of soft, moist fleshparting. Attempting to dull the sensations I pulled my knees up to my chestand clasped the soft insides of my thighs with my hands.
I realised that an orgasm was now inevitable. Subconsciously I had alreadydecided to masturbate myself to a climax even though I could not pinpoint theexact moment when I made that choice. Maybe there never was such a moment ormaybe I had already passed that point even before I woke up. I'd never beforeenjoyed such intense, powerful feelings of arousal, not even with a man andnot certainly on my own. So, was it being in the company of sexy, gorgeouswomen? Kirsten, Rachel, Charlotte, even the slightly older, fuller-figuredform of Emma, I found them all attractive in different ways. My mind swam luxuriouslyin the deeply erotic feelings that washed over me as I focussed on the faintbeginnings of the orgasm that was quietly beckoning, promising untold pleasureand then total, sleep-inducing relaxation.
But I was enjoying myself too much. I was in no hurry to reach my now inevitableclimax. I wanted to enjoy the journey. In fact, I wondered if it would indeedbe 'better to travel in hope than to arrive". 'Just how long could I stretchthis out?' I wondered. Just how intense could my arousal become, before I wouldlose control and come? For how long could I both stimulate myself and yet atthe same time, deny myself sweet release? What if I lost interest became tiredand lost the moment: a frustrating anti-climax? Or might I actually pass outfirst?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I felt so horny! Still holding my knees up to my chest,I made small circling movements with my fingers on the soft flesh of my innerthighs, causing muscle spasms to tighten in my legs. I could feel the heatof my sex as I slowly moved my fingers onto my outer labia. I was shocked tofind how swollen they were. I pulled my pussy wide apart and felt my innerlips peel open. In the dark silence of the room I heard the sticky moistnessof my cunt-juices as my gash opened, allowing the air to lap at my tunnel.
I moved my fingers up a little onto my Mound-of-Venus, level with the topof my slit, and pulled upwards. I felt my hood slide over my clit, exposingit to the imagined stares of an appreciative audience, the absent women whohad recently and so unexpectedly entered my life. The nub of my clit hardenedand grew as my fertile imagination slipped into overdrive. It seemed to takeon identity all of its own as it throbbed between my legs and begged for meto touch it, but I resisted, wallowing in the beautiful sensations of agonisingarousal. My breasts were hot and I could feel the hardness of my nipples pressinginto my knees. I rubbed my legs over them, sending delicious sensations throughmy upper body. The lighter I grazed across them, the harder they grew untilthe heat of my blood pulsing through them became almost unbearable yet shockinglyenjoyable.
I hooked a long, manicured fingernail over each of my inner labia and partedthem further. My juices ran over my fingertips, down into the sensitive cleftswhere my fingers meet and then onto my palms. I massaged my wetness into mythighs then poised a single, probing finger just above the entrance to my open,waiting vagina. Simultaneously I positioned the corresponding finger of myother hand within reach easy of my tingling clit, ready to deliver the stimulationthat would bring me to climax within an instant.
And I waited.
The anticipation was electrifying and I cried out in frustration as I deniedmyself the release I craved. My clit ached so much I thought I might come justfrom those sensations alone but in reality, I did not want to come. Not yet.I was intoxicated by the feelings deep inside as my body shook uncontrollably.I was on cloud 9.
I stretched out and straightened my legs, parting them as wide as possibleand found that, by alternately tensing and relaxing the muscles in the groinI could intensify the sensations in my pussy. I desperately wanted to squeezemy breasts and rub my nipples, but prevented myself by clasping my arms abovemy head. The sensations were indescribable as all of the most sensitive partsof my body screamed for finger-contact, but my mind said no.
My nipples burned with desire. Even without touching them I knew they wereharder than they had ever been before and, looking down at them in the faintglow of the street-lights outside, I could see how hugely erect they had grown.Almost obscenely, abnormally so. Shit! How I wanted to suck them into my mouth,to lick them with my tongue and bite on them. I could have if I had cuppedmy breasts and lifted them to my face with my hands. But I didn't. InsteadI focussed on the unbelievably powerful sensations as my teats continued tothrob and grow even more erect, such that I could hardly stand the intensityof their arousal. But I didn't touch them.
The sensations in my pussy were at least as strong, competing for my attention.Cunt juice oozed from my vagina in pulses and trickled down between my arse-cheeksas I voluntarily contracted and relaxed my muscles. Rocking my pelvis slightlyI found I could stimulate my clit ever so slightly as its hood slid over itsengorged protégé; enough to keep me perilously close to orgasmbut insufficiently to tip me over the edge. Fantastic.
Slowly, the feelings ebbed a little, enough for me to dare to touch myselfwithout fear of coming instantly. I lifted and spread my knees and broughtmy feet together so my pussy gaped wide, exposing my clit and causing it tobeg for attention. Steeling myself, I resisted the temptation to frig my achingbud and instead I moved my hands only as far as my breasts. I jumped as mypalms grazed over rock-like nipples as large and long and hard as the tipsof my little fingers. I allowed myself to pinch them and roll them, then Ipulled them out and let go, enjoying the rush as they returned to shape andstood to attention like soldiers obediently awaiting their next mission. Itdidn't come, and neither did I.
Placing my hands between my parted knees, I started a slow upward journeytowards my mound. When they reached my perineum they encountered a slipperypool of my seeping, warm juices that moistened them and made it even easierfor me to slide them onwards and upwards, slowly but steadily.
I spread my legs as wide as I could, using gravity to help open my labiawider than they have ever opened in my life. I moved my fingertips as far asmy gaping vagina and found that I could easily slip both of my index fingersinto its soft entrance. I moved them apart, stretching my hot, supple flesh,opening wider the door to my inner self. I felt absolutely, totally immersedin the anticipation of my self-induced pleasure.
I quickly slipped my fingers out of my tunnel entrance and massaged my hugelyswollen inner labial lips, rubbing my juices into the smooth, fascinating andcomplex layers as I explored their soft, warm flesh. Then I moved on. I slidthem up and around the outside of the delicate hood that tried in vain to protectmy clit from my fingers' slow, inexorable advance. Then, shaking uncontrollably,I squeezed my fingers down and together, pressing my wet, slippery hood overmy engorged, erect clitoris. I cried out like I don't remember crying out beforeas I felt my climax approaching. My mind was thinking of only one thing nowas I desperately craved the release and fulfilment that I needed so badly.
I paused.
During the last 3 days I had actually enjoyed the thrill of denied orgasmand had spurned the quick satisfaction of casual masturbation. But now I wasfrantic. Just how long could I hold off my final release? I moved my handsaway from my clit and concentrated hard. My throat was dry, my breathing washarsh and shallow and my mind was a blur. "Shit! Oh NO! Please, Please PLEASE!" Icried out in the dark. My pussy pulsed and quivered as the sensations rose,plateaued, then subsided just a fraction.
Again and again I pressed my hood down over my clit, the warm, moist fleshteasing the aching bundle of nerve-endings between my thighs, and each timeI pulled back from the brink. Once I almost left it too late, bringing myselfperilously close to the edge of the precipice of orgasm. I lay perfectly stilland teetered on the brink. I could have let go and, in a fraction of a second,have plunged into the deep canyon of total pleasure and satisfaction, but Ifought back my most powerful primal, animal instincts.
How long could I lie here, motionless? Have I gone so far that the feelingswould not subside? Maybe never! Will the rest of my life be lived permanentlyon the edge of orgasm but cruelly unable to climax? Or could I take myselfthe rest of the way just by my thoughts alone? Yet more images of the fantasticallyattractive women I had met, dressed in the most supremely and impossibly sexyunderwear imaginable, flashed through my mind's eye as I managed my arousal.
Delighted by my ability to take total control of my sexuality, I rubbed myclit frantically with the middle finger of my right hand. Every few strokesI slipped my finger back into my vulva to draw fresh lubricant back up to myclitoris so that I could slide my finger ever more lightly and excruciatinglyover its swollen, aching surface. As I approached the climax that I deserved,I slowed almost to a stop one last time and savoured the delightful tease asI extracted maximum enjoyment from the perfect moment. The crescendo that welledup inside me seemed to take forever to peak until, finally, I allowed myselfto tip over the edge into a massive, crashing, screaming, quivering orgasm.Brilliant!
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This is part of a much longer story I have been developing over the last2 years. Please review this extract so I know whether to post the rest (it'sabout 150,000 words in total). It gets much more raunchy, exploring lesbianvoyeurism and exhibitionism, erotic lingerie, bondage, machines, mild femaledomination, piercings and more but is all (reasonably) safe and consensual.
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