Female Masturbation Erotica 18+ NSFW

“Oh, hell, they look like they’re having fun,” I thought to myself with a sigh, watching a couple make out on-screen during the movie I was watching, while I was curled up on my couch, all alone. But as the scene progressed, and the couple went from kissing to getting hot and heavy, I felt myself growing frustrated too, as a longing and a tingling began to form between my legs and in my lower stomach. “Ugh, if Mark doesn’t return from his deployment soon, I might just blow a gasket without him.”

My husband has been overseas now for 3 months, and it was starting to really get to me, me, the woman who was used to jumping him every day the moment he got in the door, and again before we went to bed, and sometimes a quickie while dinner was cooking. Suddenly, that tingling feeling grew to a much more feverish pitch, and I had to push those thoughts away. I missed him something crazy, and between thoughts of fucking my husband, and watching this couple practically fucking on-screen in front of me, my panties were already growing damp as I sat uncomfortably on the couch, shifting my weight from side to side.

But after a few more minutes of watching people getting something I’m not, crossing and uncrossing my legs, pressing my thighs together against the pressure building up there, I turned the TV off, knowing that I was going to have to do something and give in to these cravings before they drove me wild.

I got up from the couch and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. On the way there, I glanced at a photo hanging on the wall of our wedding day, and I felt that tingling in my loins again, remembering the last time he had been here, and he’d had me bent over our bed, taking me from behind, hand roughly tangled in my hair, pulling me backwards into him, forcing me to ride his dick. Yes, I needed to do something about this calling inside of me, I was longing for him terribly.

I got to the bedroom and threw myself down on the bed, before eagerly stripping my pants and underwear off and tossing them aside. I left everything else on. First of all, my pussy was throbbing and desperately needing release, but secondly, it gave me a bit of a naughty thrill to be only naked from the waist down, legs spread, my sex pulsing, waiting for my fingers to touch myself, to make myself cum.

I ran my hands up underneath my shirt, teasing myself but only for a moment, reaching up under my bra and grabbing at my nipples, pinching them both, pulling on them, my body crying out for more. I wish these were his hands on my breasts, his teeth lightly biting me.

Then I dragged my hands downwards, tracing my fingertips softly over my stomach, teasing myself just a bit longer as goosebumps broke out over my sensitive skin. My legs part a little more as my fingers pass my belly button, eagerly wanting more. My pussy feels like it’s throbbing in time with my heart beat, I can’t even keep my hips on the bed, constantly thrusting upwards, and the comforter underneath me already seems wet.

Slowly, I trace my fingertips along the top of my mound, my breath catching in my throat. I bring them down the outline of my lips, my hips still thrusting upwards, but I don’t apply pressure yet, just touching myself ever so lightly. I can already feel my wetness leaking out between my swollen lips, just waiting to be spread.

With agonizing slowness, I travel the rest of the way down, just bypassing my aching hole, and then sliding my fingertips along my thighs a minute longer, as a shudder and moan breaks free from me. I know he would approve of my teasing and prolonging of my orgasm, but I was ready for release now, I needed it badly.

Trailing my fingers slowly up the sides of my legs once more, I make my way back to the top of my aching pussy, my fingers just brushing my open lips and over my clit as I go, and I let out a sigh. It will feel good to have a little sexual release. I had thought about breaking out some toys, and maybe even some lube, but I needed this right now, and my soft fingers would still do a perfect job.

With gentle pressure I slowly placed my hands on either side of my lips and spread them open wide, just holding myself exposed like that, letting the cool air caress my most intimate of places, and my insides clenched again as I bit my lower lip, feeling my hips thrust once more, towards open emptiness. Then I finally stopped teasing myself and gave in to what my body was calling out for.

I used one finger to lightly run down the seam of my lips, up and down once, twice, slowly easing myself into it. Then I brought that finger back up towards my clit, aching and poking out from under its hood, wanting to be pleased. I gently started to rub circles around it with the pad of my finger, applying a little pressure, easing up to a lighter touch, applying more pressure again, letting my body adjust and letting me figure out what felt good.

My other hand slowly slid back down between my legs, and I ran two fingers from that hand along my slit as well, also lubing them up, before ever so slowly pushing them inside of my tight wet hole. I let out a loud sigh of enjoyment and felt my body both tense up and relax as I started to slide my fingers all the way in to the knuckle, filling myself completely, imaging it was his cock inside of me.

Both hands were moving in unison now, and I lay back and closed my eyes, still picturing him taking me, imaging he was here, that these were his hands, his cock inside of me, touching me, making me feel amazing and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel my tight, silky walls clutching onto my fingers as they slid in and out, almost holding them in there. I pushed them in deeper, wiggling them around, exploring inside myself as I continued to push and rub on my clit, harder, faster.

My entire body was beginning to respond now, my stomach tightening and releasing, my breath picking up, moans and gasps coming from me as I withered around on the bed. My thighs would tighten around my hands and wrists and then relax, laying out to the side, before tightening again, my body shaking, sweat starting to break out on my forehead.

I let myself go and gave into the sensations, feeling euphoria starting to wash over me in waves as my body clenched and my pussy tightened and my juices dripped down my fingers. I finger fucked myself harder, thrusting my fingers deeper inside of myself, my hips basically humping my own hands, my other finger working at a fast paced blur on my clit.

One last time I pictured him over top of me, looking down at me as I pushed myself over the edge, pretending it was him taking me, making me cum, using his hands, mouth and cock all over my body, leaving me spent and exhausted.

I cried out into the lonely bedroom for him as I felt myself give in, my orgasm ripping through me, my body shuddering and tensing up on the bed. I felt liquid gush from me as my fingers still pounded into my soaking hole, wiggling and pushing apart inside of me, opening me up. My other hand continued to press and rub on my clit while I road out the wave, my eyes shut, head thrown back.

As I felt myself come down, I slowly pulled my hands away, laying back on the bed, now exhausted and spent for real, and missing him even more so, even though I was finally sexually satisfied, at least for a little while. I rolled over on top of the bed, still naked from the waist down, and reached over and grabbed his pillow, holding it close, inhaling the scent of him.




Masturbation Erotica

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