Ramblings Of A Sexual Mind!

I had a friend (male) who, before he died way too young, told me he was able to ‘think himself off.’ At first I dismissed this out of hand. (Heheheh ‘out of hand’…she what I did there?) or, to put it another way, I considered it to be “complete and utter crap.’. But then, the other day, Miss Brain and I sat down for a chat. 

“So….how much does mental imagery and fantasy play a role in your masturbation.” Miss Brain sat opposite me, dressed smartly, her legs crossed, pen and notebook in hand looking at me over the top of her glasses. “Er….well….quite a lot, really.” “ And before you masturbate….you have sexual thoughts?”  “Yes, always, in fact, I can get myself really worked up before I wank off.” “How worked up, exactly?”  “Well, certainly enough to have wet through my panties…..my clit buzzes and my tits feel like rocks.” “Then why does it seem so impossible to consider that you might just be able to tip yourself over the edge just using me? Especially if you  haven’t had sex or masturbated for a few days.” 

Hmm…well..that rarely happens, but if it did, who’s to say? 

It really set me thinking. I tried to log every time I had a sexual thought during the morning, but I quickly lost count. So I tried to do it just over an hour. That didn’t work either, since thinking about it made me, er….think about it. So I decided to go and do something, but take a clicker with me. It had to be something engaging…just dossing round the house won’t do. In the end, I decided on an hours organ practice. When I looked at the clicker, I thought there must be some mistake. 37! Thirty seven times in an hour, I had had a sexual thought that I had logged. And I would have missed logging some. Jeez! 

That afternoon, I attempted to analyse what types of sexual thoughts I have. It split neatly into ‘reality’ and ‘fantasy’, but there was a section wherein I take something that has happened in reality and make it do something in fantasy. Like Amy at the Club. It’s who I would dearly love to get into bed, (I admit to having smelled her jeans and panties a few times in her laundry bag at work.) 

So I decided to see if I could cum by thought alone. Immediately, Miss Brain protested. She simply will not be forced into any direction sexually. So I allowed her to simply drift. I may have dozed off at one point, but I had a deliciously sexual dream. The Pole Dancing club. Me, at night, naked. The feel of the cold pole against my labia, the wetness I was leaving on it, and the scent I was filling the air with. Coldness on my boobs too, making the nipples rock hard and sensitive. Wrapping my legs around the pole and grinding up and down, mewling with frustration as my abundant lubrication served to reduce the friction of my clit against the pole when I needed it to be increased. 

I woke up and snatched at the dream before, like so many horny dreams before, it simply wiped itself from my mind. Consciousness took over as I lay there somewhere between sleep and fully awake. Amy. Amy in a leotard, except she wasn’t. She was peeling it off her shoulders and then down over her slender body until she stepped out of it. She walks towards me and I open my arms to welcome her in an embrace.

Except she walks right through me. I am a ghost….ethereal…insubstantial. He gazes a my pole and sniffs the air. A hand reaches between her legs and I realise that she is hairless too like me. On my bed, I feel wetness begin to ooze from my vagina. I spread my legs, but it take a Herculean effort not to touch myself. 

Amy holds the pole right where my slickness has wet it the most. She removes her hand and sniffs at it. Then she licks the pole while her hand, with my cream on it, fingers her cunt. Watching her lick the pole is so erotic! I feel a contraction inside me. Just the one, but I know what it precedes. 

Now Amy wraps her legs around the pole and grands it like a whore. Her mouth opens. “Fuck me, Anna. Finger me. Fuck me senseless.” My hips are grinding now, but I still don’t touch my sensitive button. I make a conscious effort not to squeeze my legs together either. That would be cheating.  In my mind, Amy is grinding the pole, but it’s her cut bum that is turning me on as it flexes and relaxes. I imagine how much Allan would like this. I introduced him to anal sex with girls and he has become an avid lover of it. I imagine him standing behind her, his cock proudly erect and dripping precum. He pushes between her flexing bum cheeks. “Fuck me like you fuck Anna.” I watch as he gently but firmly stretches her round his cock. God, I’m really close! 

What pushes me over is when Amy looks over he shoulder and says “I hope you fucked her today….id love to have her cunt up my arse.”  I’ve had some big orgasms in my life. I’ve had some monsters. This one was indescribable. I writhe and thrash on the bed as if I’m being electrocuted. I shout, cry, scream as sheer raw pleasure fires off down every nerve ending I have. I find myself actually out of breath! I’m lying there, soaked, and my heart is racing. 

See? You learn something new every day!