Each night, though, while I played my fantasy out alone in my bedroom, I was forced to pretend my own fingers were those of the man. And in the heat of my excitement, at the point where my orgasm was at its apex, I'd pull my fingers from my drenched p***y and suck them thoroughly as I writhed and twisted in the midst of my climax.
The smell and taste of my own womanhood in my mouth, combined with the visions of the nasty actions in my dreams and the sensations coming from my p***y, were all I needed to launch me to a different place – a cataclysmic orgasm which shook my body in a way no other climax could do. The shameful act of sucking my own fingers gave me that certain 'push' to alter my orgasm from being just good, to being incredible.
And each time when it was over, and I'd pull my
