A few days ago, I had an unnaturally good orgasm. I immediately realized I was going to have to tell you guys about it, obviously. But then I thought: why not do this every month? So, here’s my first ever living story, with monthly updates. Enjoy!

Best orgasm ever – january

I had a day off on Saturday. I usually work the evening shift, and sometimes the day shift, but some schedule changes had caused a double booked slot, and I agreed to let the other girl have it. Which meant I had my first free Saturday in a looooooooong time.

Right after I woke up, I knew the day was going to be about one thing and one thing only: having a properly good orgasm. I have had a lot (a LOT) in January, but most of them were either morning quickies or late night ones out of boredom or temporary insomnia. I needed something more… substantial.

Game on

I got up before I got a chance to start playing with myself. First, I needed to get in the mood. Like for real. I slipped into some sexy underwear and a tight dress, put on my coat and went outside. It was fucking cold, but the icy wind against my legs and the surprised glances of strangers made me feel really good. Only when I was absolutely freezing to death, I fled into a grocery store.

I bought everything I needed, starting with booze. Maybe intoxicated orgasms are slightly less powerful, but getting tipsy means I get exponentially dirty and that does help, a lot. I also got pizza, some crisps and a chocolate bar.

I sat down on my couch with a full glass, grabbed my tablet and fired up my naughty browser.

Back home, I quickly changed back into something a lot less classy – sports shorts, tank top, no bra, no panties. I fired up my laptop and started to write a blog post (coming soon!). As you may remember from my first ever post on here, writing totally gets me in the zone. It usually starts safe, but then I get turned on by the story, which makes the story slightly hotter, which makes me slightly more horny, and so on, and so on. I ended up writing a very detailed scene that’s way too hot for WP, but maybe I’ll show you guys some other time.

Getting tipsy

After I couldn’t get any more words out of me, I opened a bottle of wine. I sat down on my couch with a full glass, grabbed my tablet and fired up my naughty browser. My first stop is usually Tumblr. There’s so many hot accounts on there that post tons of sexy gifs and videos. I scrolled through my timeline until I finished the glass. After I had poured myself a new one, I went back to my tablet. Gifs were getting a bit boring, so I turned to some more revealing videos on my favorite porn website. I usually go straight to the “group” section, but I figured I had all the time in the world, so I started with a few slow, more romantic ones. I kept watching until I had finished another glass.

I grabbed my phone, went to the human-sized mirror next to my closet and took a few selfies, showing a lot of skin and a touch of boob.

As I stood up to get some more, I realized I was now officially tipsy. I wobbled towards the kitchen and poured myself more wine, when the notification sound on my phone rang. It was someone I had chatted to a few times, but never met in real life. His messages consisted of a very revealing body shot and the words “Wanna touch?” He lived at the other side of the country, so touching would be impossible, but I figured I could at least return the favor. I grabbed my phone, went to the human-sized mirror next to my closet and took a few selfies, showing a lot of skin and a touch of boob. We chatted for a while, sending sexier and sexier pictures back and forth. I was kinda sad when he said he had to leave, but the video of him shooting his load onto his belly made up for a lot of that.

I quickly grabbed something to eat and started to play some videos on my laptop. I had touched and played every now and then, but now it was time for something else. I opened my socks drawer (I KNOW, so cheesy right?!) and took out every toy that was in there – which are sort of a lot. I sat down on the couch, got rid of my pants and started playing. Slowly. If I wanted to have a pretty good orgasm, I could have in minutes. But I didn’t want pretty good. I wanted awesome.

Explosion

I played for at least an hour and a half, clicking through videos that became less and less romantic and more and more kinky. I brought myself to the very verge, then stopped and eased down, and started all over again. More than once, I thought I had pushed things too far and went boomshakalaka by accident, but it never happened. Thankfully, or otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this story šŸ˜‰

At around 11 in the evening, I couldn’t take it any more. I had been playing with myself for over 12 hours, I was beyond tipsy, I was aching, craving, almost dying to get there. I got fully naked and laid down on the couch, my legs spread. I watched a bunch of girls getting what I wanted to get right there, right then. With one hand, I tickled myself with a vibrating toy, while with the other, I grabbed the biggest toy in reach and filled myself with it.

Even when I had gotten dressed again, poured myself a final glass of wine and had picked up my phone to see what I had missed, I could still feel tiny flashes of my orgasm hitting me.

It took less than a minute, but it felt like ages. At some point, where I knew I couldn’t stop myself from exploding even if I wanted to, I couldn’t help but giggle. I laughed all the way through what was easily one of the best orgasms I’ve experienced in my life, and definitely the best one of this year so far. I screamed and pulled the toy out of me, kept the other tightly against my sensitive parts, and rode the wave in intense pleasure, my body trembling, my feet kicking into the air. It took a lot longer than it usually does, but hey, I’m not complaining.

Minutes later, I had finally gotten my breath back. I got up and closed my laptop, while random rushes of awesome still raged through my body. Even when I had gotten dressed again, poured myself a final glass of wine and had picked up my phone to see what I had missed, I could still feel tiny flashes of my orgasm hitting me.

I finished my glass, brushed my teeth and went to bed. I was way too turned on to sleep, but I forced myself to do it anyway. Who knows, I thought. Maybe I could get myself to do the same thing all over again tomorrow.

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