It's funny how the presence of regular pelvic floor muscle exercise, combined with lack of sex, can make a woman acutely aware of her cycle. At least, I have been finding this over the last few weeks. The peaks in randiness are astounding, I had forgotten how my body does that. I suppose it helps that I have been working out lately too... that does tend to contribute to the horn. I am back in that state where I can be horny without really realising it.
Case in point: after plopping down on the couch to watch No Reservations (it was a movie-renting kind of night), I ended up with my hands sneaking down my pants. This, in itself, is not in the least bit unusual. Idle hands and all that... no, much more notable was that as soon as I flexed my fingers to brush my G-spot, I was coming, and coming hard. Not only that, but I kept coming, for maybe thirty or forty seconds. This is by no means by record, but over the last few months, it has certainly been harder to get to that point. But tonight, it was unintentional, and I surprised myself so much that I almost fought my extended orgasm. Not only that, but I brought myself to three more, which were of a similar caliber. I admit that Aaron Eckhart was sort of doing it for me, despite that cleft in his chin.
Looks like I have surmounted that wall that had built up between me and my extended orgasms. I'm glad.
About Me
- Queenie
- I am a sexually fixated young woman, who has made it her personal project for 2008 to document her thoughts, adventures, and orgasms throughout the year. Obviously, there's more to me than that, but it's pretty much exclusively what this journal focusses on. As you can probably imagine, it's explicit, so don't come crying to me if you got more than you bargained for. Really, the title alone should already let you know what you're getting yourself into by reading my self-absorbed waffles. Probably needless to say, I am free-spirited and unashamed, and think that sex should be shared and mutually enjoyed, not abused.
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