Quarantine Concentration Meets Holiday Weekend

A reflection on yesterday:Desire doesn’t describe the yearning I felt in every molecule of my body. It’s as if for the last 10 days I had been climbing a mountain, reveling in an intense journey higher and higher. Then, with the fireworks bursting in the sky, I stood at the apex of my path to pleasure.My body was electrified, every fiber excited by waves of bliss pouring from my overstimulated cunt. Juicy grool was slicking my thighs, running down over my ass, soaking the soft towels covering the sunbathing chair I sprawled across. Air kissing my skin was nearly enough to tip me into orgasm.The push and pull of oxygen filling my lungs triggered cascades of cool pleasure rippling into my stomach. Slight burning tickled either side of my spine as the muscle columns clenched and knotted in spasmic twitches beyond my control.There was no way for me to guess how many times I had been close to cumming in the last 10 days. For the duration I’d done little but ravish my body in a bid to truly utilize this unusual isolation. Free from demands on my time, new heights had been possible.I could not stop my voice from escaping in choked gasps and moans— suddenly glad the neighbor downstairs was having a party that drowned out the sound of my edging on my 4th floor patio. Nothing but the sky above me. An occasional helicopter passed over, and I sometimes wondered if they could see me lewdly going brain dead as I masturbate.Feeling my heartbeat pulsing in my clit had become delightfully permanent. For the last forty-eight hours my waking moments had been filled with the torture of swollen sensitivity. The few moments I’d dared to wear anything, the rub of cotton undies on my hypersensitive bead short circuited my mind.The edge is where I existed. I looked forward to tumbling over the precipice into oblivion, but the journey to this place had re-wired my brain into a peaceful utopia for me. Where normally the troubles of the world muddied the waters of my thoughts, now the storm was calm. I could only focus on my aching pussy. There was nothing outside of the sensation of my index grazing around the hood of my clit.A single stroke up the swollen channel between my slick labia causes me to jerk uncontrollably. The tension in my pelvis almost unbearable. It kept causing me to curl from my core, legs twitching while I was powerless to stop the convulsions. A single touch gave me enough to stay close for minutes on end. Over and over and over again.Time failed to hold any meaning. A moment may as well have been a year when every swell of rushing blood pressed forth by my heart felt like it would burst my genitals. Explosions in the sky mirrored the agony in my cunt—beautiful and violent and all too brief.The synergy of my body had maxed out for pleasure. Every muscle strand in harmony, tensed to its tightest. After charging headlong for release so many times, it as if I am in biological rebellion against denial. For every near escape from the endless tease, my cells feel as if they step up the stimulation sent to my brain… as if intent on overwhelming me into an orgasm I have worked so hard to keep at bay—to grow to term.When I dared to dip my fingers into the hungry warmth of my pussy, the hedonism coursing inside me broke loose. Higher thought ended. I was close.Grabbing the sides of my sunbathing chair, my knuckles turn white while I fought the urge to keep touching myself. My clit cried out for more attention. The tiniest touch could send me past the point of no return.I couldn’t hold my hips still. They thrust, lurching in search of any stimulation. I could feel the air again, skimming over the engorged center of my universe. My swollen lips pulled tight, clit erect like a tiny cock trying to fuck something to find its relief.The bucking movements were outside my control. I felt the involuntary motion burning through the precious oxygen I had gulped in during my final gasp, before the tension in my core robbed me of the ability to breath. Oh, how badly I wanted to simply let go. So close it hurt, I was locked in place. Unable to tip myself even if I’d decided to do so.Fucking nothing at all, I satisfied myself on the tingling of open air. I know my face was stuck in a gaping O, eyes clenched because my vision had dimmed to a tiny pinpoint. The glowing mass of orgasmic energy blooming in the center of my hips begins to ebb. The dying sensation made me want to cry. I needed to scream, to buck and thrust and stroke until the feeling raged in me. But, any of the options were out of the question… because the air had run out at last.Blackness took me in a beautifully swift fashion. I was helpless. Incapacitated by the intensity of my own pleasure. My heart fluttered in my chest as my lungs burned. I felt my muscles give and my back relax into the chair, then nothing…The blackout was brief, but it may as well have been an hour. When I moaned and twitched my way back into groggy awareness, my hand flew directly to my cunt, cupping the tender ache of muscles completely exhausted. Deep cool breaths allowed the cooling night air to penetrate me in full.Under the tips of my fingers I could feel the rhythmic ripples of spasms rolling through my cunt. The tiny twinges in futile pursuit of orgasm made me gush into my own hand. I pulled away, afraid of going too far in the haze of passing out. A squirt of juice caught the light of a firework as it arched out of me.Smearing my slickness over myself, I caressed my skin, feeling the touch connecting to the ball of glowing energy inside me. Sensations could pierce me like paper. My defenses against pleasure’s paralytic power were completely eradicated by the last edge. In the darkness of unconsciousness, I’d been robbed of any escape this time. If I touched my cunt again, I knew I would cum.But, I was not ready.Rolling my nipple between thumb and finger, I lit a heavily kief packed joint with my free hand. The smoke filled me as I continued to torture my sensitive nubs. The flesh of my breasts had been swollen for almost a week in the constant arousal. If only my milk could come in. While the cherry cast a red-gold glow across my breasts, I twisted my tender buds with both hands.Every assault of my nipples sent a jolt of pointy electricity directly to my spine. Cascading down the central pillar of my body, the energy joined into the constantly growing collection of unreleased explosions. Just as I could feel the smoke clouding my lungs, I could feel the swirling twist of excitement waiting to tear me apart.I didn’t know how long I’d been like this. I didn’t know how many times I’d denied myself the thing that will end this torture. I didn’t know my name, or my address, or where I work. All I knew is that my pussy ached for pleasure.Tears ran down my face by the time the joint burnt down to a smoldering filter. I finally released my titty with a shaking hand. Heat radiating off my abused nipple as I snubbed the smoking remnant.The fireworks blasted away to a crescendo. It was time to join the rest of the world I decided as I brought the soles of my feet together. Legs spread wide, I was open and vulnerable as possible. Asking the cosmos above me to rip the orgasm out of me, taking my mind beyond and leaving behind the used shell of my body.I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop the screams that I know would no longer be hidden by the slowing party downstairs. The muffled sounds vibrate in my bones, resonating pleasurably in my throat, adding one more sensation to the overwhelming experience.Though it would take nothing to tumble over the edge, I knew it would take everything to make the most of it. I needed to tease the rippling contractions out, as if coaxing each one through my cunt one at a time.I caressed either side of my swollen lips, gently tracing the shuddering flesh. The air seemed to thin once more as a twirling sensation hit from the rapid way I’d sucked down my smoke. It all hurt so good, I at last felt the orgasmic bloom inside me erupt beyond what I could contain. I pressed the bead of my clit, crushing the tender stalk of nerves against my pelvic bone.The first contraction hit like a lighting strike. It stole the air from my lungs. My pussy pushed from my body, opening in a gaping relaxation between narrowing winks. Sliding my fingers down, I hooked my index and middle into my snapping cunt, pressing the spongy g-spot above my entrance as I rocked my clit against the pressure of my palm.It lasted endlessly. Worth every adventure to the edge that created this powder keg of pleasure. Addictive as heroin. Necessary as air…I slept in the open. 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