The Bedpost

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I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive; so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always found some hard item to stick up inside me. Now I am twenty-five, and still today, my body needs sexual release. I’d just rather it be while I was awake, but I am used to it by now. At least once a week, I wake up all gooey and so aroused it almost hurts. It hurts because, while I soak the sheets, get all sticky, and my clit naturally pokes out, I never have full release. Just as men got blue balls, I got slanted slit. To Pendik Escort me, it feels like my sensual flaps tie themselves in a perfect knot, pulled as tightly as possible, but the feeling never goes away until some kind of hard item enters my pounding pussy. Many times, that hard item is the bedpost. Really. Somehow, I perfected how to position my body over it. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so wet. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood once the oval shape had filled me. My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign object and then closed over Pendik Escort Bayan it, enclosing the mass inside. The feeling of my pink lips shutting it inside was a feeling I would never tire of feeling. I always loved how my wet core slathered the egg-shaped smooth piece of polished wood inside my pink hole. It always allowed me to move my body over it in rhythmic motions that brought out feelings of sexual bliss. I never needed anything with ridges to get off. As long as something hard was deep inside me, I always made it work. Once I started to move my body up and down over the bedpost, I could feel my ruffled lips part and stretch to numbing tingles. The feeling always sent shivers through my body as my pussy lips pulled apart to slide over the round oval apparatus. Lowering myself back over it was the best part because as I felt it slowly go back inside; the fullness Escort Pendik gave me a sense of closure. I was never concerned of ripping my enclosure. The elasticity of my pussy was my best quality. It could wrap around anything that had a round head. My hot liquid always lubricated the bedpost so generously that my labia never folded over onto themselves. I was always so dripping wet, my naturalness coated every inch of my ten centimeter long slit. I loved how my sexual lips just slid along the wet smoothness as I bounced on top of my bedpost. I would always pause slightly when I lowered myself back over it because the feeling of my labia tightening over the indentation, gripping the thinness of it as the heavy shape filled me, gave me the feeling of tightness, even though I had taken a thick object inside. The only way I could describe the feeling was that my labia wrapped around the bottom of the bedpost, closing around it like a zipper, securing safely the item deep inside. The tightening of my lips around the base always made me moan. But as I moved upward, my body would be so aroused finally, my clit would pop out as my pussy lips stretched over the thick roundness to release the hold.

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