Seriously though.. **** is full of it..
It gave me unrealistic expectations... You see, I learned my sensuality by myself..
I used to think something was wrong with my thighs when I'd flick my fingers a certain way.. Or when I'd grind against myself.. I taught myself what I liked.. **** taught me nothing. You see.. My thighs...They would constrict around my hand.. Grow slick with each ****** of my finger.. I'd add another and they'd shiver.. Good times.. I was experimenting then. Now I choose when I'd like to ***. Do I want it fast... Or perhaps slow.. Do I want to fantasize.. Do I want my mind completely blank.. So many options.. I like it best when I can take my time.. When I can close my eyes and really enjoy each stroke.. Each flick.. Every wet sound that echoes in the room.. I love it when I am gasping for air because of how intense I become with myself.. How careful.. I perfected pleasing myself.. You see.. I grip my thigh with my free hand just right.. I know just how to make my head tilt back when I play with my *******.. While I press a second finger inside.. **** yes.. I learned how to roll my hips the right way. To hit my spot with each ****** of my fingers.. Pausing ever so often.. I like it when my *** slides down my thighs and my face is flushed in completion but something inside eggs me to keep going.. But I can't... I've reached my peak for this evening.. My walls are clenched around my fingers and my thighs tighten around my hand once more, it feels so good... But I keep going until my vision is blinded and I feel nothing but bliss.. And one with the entire universe. **** didn't teach me how to handle my body when I think of you like this.. I did..