climax

"Winner of ERA Theme Weekend on Masturbation"

The evening was sultry and humid with a scent of newly blossoming Night Jasmine near her patio. The long day had taken a toll but Anna was now free to do and be anything she wanted. She lit the incense and candles, which was a prelude to "making love to herself". It was a difficult realization and one that didn't come to her until after it was all over.

She found some old videos that she hadn't watched in years and put one in the VCR. After she gathered up The Rabbit and Fairy vibrators, she laid a towel in the middle of the bed which she hoped to make so wet she would soak right through it.

When the room smelled sweet and the movie took off, she arranged the vibrating ears of the rabbit vibrator between her legs and turned the knob to a low maintenance setting.

It gently hummed as she watched a very old Johnny Holmes video that was truly tacky and though it was historically interesting, she wasn't in the mood for a sex video history lesson. Still, the thought of removing the vibrator was not a pleasant one.

With a long sigh she pulled the vibrator from the soft outer folds of her vagina and changed movies. The rewind began and Anna positioned herself in the bed with the bottom part raised to help support "Jack Rabbit the Vibrator" and pushed the play button on the VCR. It began in the middle with someone fucking someone and lots of moans and groans. It was pleasant.

Anna used the circular motion part of "Jack" and placed the head of the cock shape at the entrance to her vagina. She pushed in and found that her juices had flowed enough to allow an easy but sensitive passage.

The movie picked up a bit as she witnessed a woman dressed in leather straps linked with metal rings which outlined her breasts. This woman had another woman bent over a desk and began to spank her. The woman being spanked wiggled and moaned. It looked fake at first and then her face changed and flushed and she closed her eyes. Anna adjusted the controls of the vibrator for a stronger hum and larger circles. She played and turned off the ears and let the circular motion take over, feeling the pearls in the middle of the fake phallus spinning. It was an unusual and interesting sensation.

In the video a man came into the room and took a blonde bent over a desk. He took her by sitting her on top of the desk and pulling her towards him so that the only support she had was his cock and the very edge of the desk. He pulled her legs up high on his shoulders and began a slow and rhythmic assault on her body. They rocked and moved and she was as open to him as she could be.

Anna began to move the vibrator with her hand in a similar fucking motion. The movement in the movie changed as the man's face tightened with excitement and he pulled her faster into him. Suddenly his thrusting was of another rhythm. It was the movement that all animals find which takes them out of themselves as they give themselves over to pure sensation. Anna enjoyed the voyeuristic feelings of witnessing such an intimate moment. The man in the movie and the woman were in their own world and the sounds were wild and unabashed.

The room Anna found her self in was protected and she was alone and she moved her vibrator as fast as he was fucking her on screen. Watching his climax, she secretly mourned the fact that she couldn't seem to come with him. Instead of giving up on her climax, she moved slower and changed the pace and opened up to the experience she was having. The movie mattered now only as background noise that might cover up her moaning. She let out sounds that she made without anyone hearing. Sounds just because she could make them without being judged or watched. It was exciting and delicious.

Then, from around the edge of her consciousness came the kind of climax she couldn't ever remember having. She saw the center of the climax for the first time. It was beautiful and white and perfect. The enormous explosion within her stunned her into screaming out loudly. She was inside the eruption and part of it. That blinding moment, then falling over that cliff to the other side, caused her heart to stop and freed her soul.

Uncontrollable sobs came from her body as she cried loudly and openly and unashamed. It was not a cry from pain, or joy. It was sobbing from a deep place inside her that had finally let go. The fingernails of her shame and hands of her guilt had released her tears. The cleansing was cathartic and stunning.

Sounds of fucking came from the screen as Anna slowly rolled over and stopped her tears. The toys were turned off. The TV was turned off.

She lay in silence allowing the warm afterglow to take her over. It might have otherwise put her to sleep but all she could think about was coming here and describing the beauty of what had just happened to "You".