For me, one of the most important parts of my sexuality is when I have time to myself. I like to explore my body. It’s something I’ve come to learn about myself.
When I first started making love, it was all about the guy pleasing me. If he was experienced I usually had a good time. But I’ve been with a few guys who weren’t very concerned about what really turned me on, and unfortunately the experiences were kinda funky.
As I’ve grown more interested in finding out what I like, I’ve gotten more relaxed about spending time discovering new things about my own body. I’ve gotten really good at bringing myself to an orgasm. But up until last week, I still hadn’t told my boyfriend Lance that I masturbate. I always assumed that of course he knew, but it wasn’t something we ever talked about. It was something I would do when he wasn’t home. But last week was different.
I got home a little early and the house was empty. Lance wasn’t due to be home from work for an hour or two. So I decided to slip into my silk negligee, get comfortable in bed, and read for a while. I was in the middle of a trashy romance novel and it was a fun escape from a hard day’s work.
As usual, I got worked up. It’s titillating reading steamy scenes of being taken by a beautiful hunk of a man, and before I knew it I was rubbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Without even thinking about it, I started rubbing my soft rounded tummy and tops of my thighs. Next thing I knew, my hand was caressing the hairs of my pussy. I could feel the heat rising up from between my legs, spreading over my abdomen.
I was starting to feel flushed and slippery inside when I heard Lance clear his throat and say, “Carol Ann?” I looked up and there he was, poking his head through the bedroom door. “Hey there,” he said, with the biggest grin on his face.
I sat up on the bed, not quite sure what to say. He came over and sat down next to me. He kissed me and squeezed me close. For some reason, I felt like talking about what I was doing. “Honey,” I said, “I’ve got to ask you something. Do you know that I masturbate? He said of course he knew. He masturbated, and he would have been surprised if I didn’t.
I really appreciated hearing him say that. I think we had both made assumptions about the other. But now that the subject was out in the open, we could share our private experiences with each other and it would only make things better between us. I wanted to actually show Lance how I masturbated, but I got shy again. He was looking at me so fondly and touching me so softly on the arm. I really wanted to go there with him, but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I wanted him to see what really turns me on, so I pulled him closer, putting him in a better position to see every part of my body.
I reached for my lube. I’ve tried a lot, but with my favorite kind all I need is a little dab. I put it on the tip of my middle finger, place my finger in the folds of my pussy, and rub it lightly over my clit. That starts my juices flowing and my vagina begins to relax. I work the lube into this area using the flat part of my fingers. Nice circular movements around the clit and on top of it.
Just like always, I got aroused pretty fast. I told him how good it felt. I took his hand, placing it on top of my clit while I continued to massage it so he could feel exactly what I was doing. I kept my hand on top of his and guided him through my pleasure spots. I helped him feel the amount of pressure I like and how slippery I wanted it. Lance said he could feel changes in my body as I massaged. He felt my temperature rise and the moisture increase on the surface of my skin and in my pussy. The look on his face let me know he was enjoying this as much as I was.
Together, Lance and I continued exploring my body. I can feel his hands on me right now as I think about how good it was. I remember grabbing his hand and saying, “Do this right there... just work it in like that... that’s what feels good, just like that.” The more we explored my body, the more I wanted to show him. Never once did I feel embarrassed, because he was so into it. He was listening and watching me and asking what felt best.
I told him my clit needs lots of attention. I showed him how to put his fingers down between the lips, stroke the clit, and then slip his finger into my vagina, thrusting it in and out. Then back to the clit, then thrusting in and out again. That really turns up the heat for me. Each time I showed him something that felt good to me, he would think about it and then do it himself.
Lance was such a good student. He watched my every move. It was the greatest form of communication I’d ever experienced between us. We were talking with our hands, mouths and eyes. Sharing and practicing was a lot of fun. I was real comfortable with my demonstration and frankly a little greedy. After all this demonstrating, I wanted to just lay back and have him do me.
He had it down! It was such an exciting experience. I kept coaching him, saying, “Uh-huh, just like that, a little more pressure with that one finger.” Lance made it easy for me to tell him what I wanted. He listened and then tried my suggestions, developing on-the-spot skills. I leaned back to let my body relish the experience. It was getting better by the minute. He was listening to me and touching my body exactly the way I like it. My body was certainly responding and I let him know every time he did something especially pleasurable.
It was as if we were legendary lovers, and I felt so close to him. It was special, realizing I could be myself with Lance and not be embarrassed about showing him exactly what I liked. It made me really hot - like I was making passionate love to him, even though I was just lying back and receiving pleasure. I told him it was better than anything he’d ever done to me before. His fingertips took me slowly up and then he’d change the speed. My heart quickened and my body tingled with anticipation of an incredible orgasm.
I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I felt an irresistible urge to have him go down on me, so I came right out and asked him if he could lick me while he was fingering me.
He didn’t say a word… he just crawled over between my legs and pushed them wide open. I watched his head go down and felt his soft, wet tongue lick me as his finger circled on my clit. I closed my eyes and drifted into my pleasure zone. My body was responding to his touch in a way I’d never experienced with him before. My pelvis was thrusting up and down and I wanted to feel his tongue hit my spot. I urged him on to my G-spot.
I swear my man has a magic touch; the more he stroked me, the more I wanted. His caresses felt incredible. My body was pulsing, tensing and releasing as he massaged and pressured my clit. Oh yeah, it was way beyond good having my man lick and finger me exactly the way I like it. My mind and body were in perfect sync, and his fingers and tongue had made me so very wet. He kept licking and sucking, thrusting his finger in and out of me, and I just kept coming. Just remembering it can make me wet.
If I had known how much it was going to increase the pleasure I received by talking about it and showing Lance how I like to do myself, I would have been talking and showing long ago! I hate that I wasted so much time being shy. And I’m thankful I got over it. So much pleasure came from knowing I could trust my man enough to share my secrets with him.
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Obviously, a man’s physical appearance is important. It’s the first thing a woman notices and usually the first thing that might attract her. But it’s no one specific thing that’s attractive about a man’s appearance. Every woman looks for something different, from his smile, to his eyes, and okay, some say first they look for a cute butt.
Beyond that, women are attracted by how a man feels about himself – confidence and a good sense of humor top the ratings for most.
“Physically, in a man, I like their upper body. I’m turned on by their chest and their arms.”
“Their chest and their arms, for sure. And their rear end!”
“A good smile... and healthy... fit.”
“A great smile and eyes.”
“I'm in a relationship. I look for open-mindedness and respect towards women.”
“I like eyes, smile, a sense of humor and self-confidence.”
“Obviously, I'm gonna check out the looks first. Although that won't last, so what I'll look for after that is what's inside - the personality.”
“The way that someone carries themselves is real appealing to me...if they’re confident.”
If your communication is good and you’re open-minded, trying new things is a great way to find out more about your man’s likes and dislikes. The better you know each other, the better you get at knowing what will or won’t turn him on.
In the next story, more than any specific physical attribute, it was her husband’s self-confidence and sense of humor that convinced Sofia she could spring an adventurous surprise on him – and know he’d most likely go along with it.