A Single Girl's Tale

Wandering through a kinky girl’s mind.

Photo credits to : Leila Amat Ortega

Hi, guys! Pimenta Cítrica here again. So, did you know May is Masturbation Month? To celebrate, I have translated this short tale to English, which is about… Masturbation, of course! Unfortunately, there is still a huge stigma around female masturbation, and it’s very important to talk about our fantasies and make a point that it’s healthy, and everybody does it.

Happy Masturbation Month, and I hope you enjoy it! For more inspiration don’t forget to check out more of my work and also my Blog, which is in Portuguese 😉

A SINGLE GIRL’S TALE

Got into the house knocking everything over. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was supposed to be quiet!  Made it into my room without further damage, getting rid of my clothes in an anxious frenzy. This top is itchy, these pants are too tight, and fuck it, I’m not cleaning off my make up because you can’t be good at adulting everyday.

When I lie in bed, the whole world spins. Ok, ok, it’s, I just need to breathe slowly. My ears are buzzing, echoing the techno I listened to all night, the daylight arriving lazy and timid outside. Luxury is knowing I can sleep in tomorrow. It wasn’t exactly the life I pictured myself having at this point, but it’s not bad, I take it as it is, it’s all good.

I roll over, the alcohol making my skin feverish. I’m way too full of energy to black out, body pulsing with electricity. Best thing would’ve been to bring somebody home, but lately I have zero patience of for stupid chit-chat, all the last times I ended up wanting to kick them out of the bed, and plus it’s always all a huge disappointment, it’s better to stick with my hand, that has no contraindications and isn’t a pain in the ass.

Speaking of which.

I let out a quaking sigh, one finger reaching the hem of my thong. Shit, my hair will be reeking of cigarettes until next year. Ok, focus. I spread my legs wide, letting my finger run over the lace, the touch enough to make me clench a little. I must be on my fertile days or something, because these days the fabric of my pants sliding over my legs is enough to make me horny.

It takes only one minute for me to stick my hand inside my panties. I’m already a little wet, and there’s an electric shock when I touch my clit lightly. I move my fingers from the entrance to the rest of my vulva, smearing everything around, finding the sweet spot with my middle finger.

I coordinate the circular motions with the spinning of my alcoholized mind, slowly, closing my eyes and feeling the earth rotate again. The dizziness isn’t unpleasant this time, it just makes it easier to disconnect from reality, and my mind starts to wander around the archives stored in the “fantasies” compartment.

That one time a guy stuck a hand under my skirt while we made out against the club wall, that squirting gif I saw the other day on Tumblr, the girl I saw on the train this week, when I came grinding against my ex girlfriend, when my ex crush said he wanted to hear me moan for him, when my ex ex kept rubbing against me inside the pool in front of everyone…

Wait, wait. No. Wrong ex. I open my eyes, shaking my head. Urgh.

Ok, let’s get back to it. I close my eyes, remembering the exact sensation of being with this guy I used to sleep with, who miraculously was good at eating pussy. So fucking amazing when his tongue slid between my slips, when he pursed his lips and sucked on my clit lazily, scissoring his fingers inside me, pressing all the right spots. He wouldn’t stop until I came. Then usually he would make me stand on all fours, and before starting to fuck me, he would slap me so hard it almost always left a mark. Fuck, I kind of want to send an “u up?” text now.

There was also that girl I never actually had sex with, and regret it every time. We would make out for ours, she had these heart-shaped lips, used to wear those push-up bras, those that you unhook at the front, and I loved to slip both of my hands underneath her top, open up her bra, because she always let out these delicious little moans when I pinched her nipples, always got really wet when I touched her, spreading her legs and sliding down the wall, hands tugging at my hair. So frustrating to think I never tasted her pussy, never felt it against mine, I bet it was just as soft as the rest of her body…

I stop for a bit, rolling on my stomach, arching my hips up. Now I am wet for real, my muscles spasming a little. I usually try to avoid it, but with my perception coated in alcohol and desire like this, it gets a little hard. As a magnet, my thoughts are attracted to you. That time you fucked me on all fours on your bedroom floor in the middle of a threesome and all I could think of was “fuck I love doing this with you, can we do it again, can we do it forever”, or the first time you came in my mouth, your strangled moans out of control, or you handcuffed in my bed, defying me and moving, whimpering lowly after I slapped you hard across the face and ordered you to stay put.

  • But I can’t fucking stay put!

My left hand comes as backup, playing a bit around my entrance, my fingertips penetrating me ever so slightly. An adrenaline wave comes from my loins down my thighs. I’m close. Sweat dripping from your back when you buried yourself in me so deep it seemed you’d get lost inside, every time that you fucked me exactly like this, holding my hips while I thrashed on the bed, feeling every centimeter of your cock coming in and out, clenching around you and asking desperately if you could feel it, that I was coming for you, that I was coming on your cock…

I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm ripped through me like a lightening bolt, I rubbed my body against the bed, letting out a stream of obscenities along with your name, my brain completely surrendered.

I was trembling when I opened my eyes, popping the erotic bubble. My mouth was really dry, I shivered thinking about the hangover I would have to face. With all my muscles relaxed, I lied down, hoping this time I would sleep the whole night. Before passing out I could only think was; “good, at least in fantasy world we can do whatever the fuck we want.”

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