Fingering

Fingering myself

After dedicating February Photofest 2017 to the history of my seven years of blogging, I decided to do the A-Z Blogging Challenge 2017 in a similar way. Similar, not the same.

I love being touched. I love spreading my legs and feeling the touch of fingers on my tender flesh, be it kneading my labia between fingers, stroking my clitoris or feeling one finger or more slipping into my cunt. I love what those fingers cause: the wetness, the excitement, and yes, the orgasms.

Did you know there are different fingering techniques? I once did a blog post on this, but believe me, when I feel fingers inside me, I definitely don’t try to figure out just what technique he is using. Each man has his own way of fingering me to an orgasm. Master T knows my cunt like no other. He knows exactly what makes me tick. He knows how to touch my clitoris to ignite the fire in me, how deep to finger me, how to touch my G-spot and just when to stop stimulating that spot and move to my clitoris to make me squirt my juices all over the bed (or floor). Sometimes my orgasm doesn’t end in a squirt, but in an orgasm that consumes all of me. This mostly happens when Master T pushes four fingers inside me.

Even though Master T is the one who knows exactly how to finger me, I also enjoy the feeling of other feelings in me. Like when we met The Talker and he fingered me in the car – not only my cunt, but also my ass. The first time Mister Silent pushed fingers into my cunt, I didn’t orgasm. This had to do with the fact that we sat in a restaurant and his fingers were only exploring, not trying to get me to an orgasm.

Obviously it’s not always men fingering me. Yes, sometimes other women do, but in this case I am talking about fingering myself. I once was tasked by The Traveler to finger myself in the car, while sitting next to Master T and making a video of the fingering. Fingering myself is not something I am shy of, but it took a bit of courage on my side to be fingering myself for another man while sitting next to my husband, even though I knew he fully approved. Sometimes it’s Master T who tasks me with fingering myself, like the one time he tweeted about it.

Being fingered is a great feeling. Climaxing from being fingered even more so. A squirting climax is even better. And sometimes, just posing for a photo with a finger in my cunt is quite satisfying too!

A to Z Challenge 2017

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