Phelia
in a submarine
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I had intended it to be quick. My fingers went straight for my clit - this was business, not pleasure. Sometimes the thought creeps into my head and I hope it occurs similarly to others; "I need to get off, now." It's a ritual and unglamorous. I move my hair from my neck to my pillow and make myself feel good because I feel like it. I'm being lazy. I haven't even run my fingers between my legs first to see if I'm wet. I don't much care since I know I will be. I'm easy. The rhythm is easy and I'm rubbing my clit with my middle finger as the pressure builds - it's so fucking easy. I'm in and out and nearly silent, with or without my teeth on my lips. Usually with, if we're being honest.
The alarm on my phone goes off and in that moment I could come as easily as I could kill. It's a fucking reminder, a reminder that my phone can be annoying. It's harsh and invasive but I'm determined to finish. I try not to hear it but it's so loud and so regular. The muscles in my arm twitch wanting to turn it off, but I won't. The muscles in my cunt twitch because I won't. My body is buzzing and annoyed and I can feel my spine tighten as I try to pull myself smaller like the pressure between my legs and behind my belly would be stronger if I became more dense. My phone screams and my body does too - it's two fingers on my clit now and I bring cleft to meet cleft and I want to come, fuck the alarm, I want to come. It's a challenge, now, and there's a man's voice and a man's body telling me to, that I have to, that I can keep going or have nothing, no orgasm, nothing. It takes so fucking long and I hate it. My brain hurts from the noise. I feel broken that I'm not done yet. I feel like I'm done forever. I get so close and I'm on the edge. My ears hurt and my brain hurts and my clit hurts and my fingers ache and I'm coming and the alarm stops. I'm jarred. I lose a thousand volts. The silence is just as painful and I have no fucking rhythm. It's so quiet, it's so quiet. My fingers are still at work, quietly. My teeth are still pinching my lip, quietly. My face is still contorted, quietly. I yell out, quietly. It's lost for a moment and I recover. I'm warm - I feel it at the base of my spine and my hips pulse forward and my thighs clench and light lances through my brain like ice and it's over and there's relief in it, and triumph. I sit up. I check my phone. There's a text. I don't register what it says because "fuuuuuuck you," says my body. Fuck you, we're not finished. My cunt is throbbing, still.
I bring my fingers back to my clit and whimper audibly; it's sensitive and sore. I trail my fingers down my pussy this time and I feel that I am wet, and I feel that I am swollen. I feel that my skin is hot all over my body but my neck and shoulders especially and I squeeze my tits hard enough that it hurts. I trace the pads of my fingers over my collarbone and apply pressure to my throat and use my other hand for penetration. First one finger, and then two. I tease the opening and position my fingers in a C to hit behind my pubic bone. My other hand feels idle as fingers drag across my face. Eyelids lips chin neck tits stomach hips clit. My body curves like a question mark into my hands. Reflexive at first, then deliberate, then dramatic. There's one hand inside me and I jerk it up and down with violence. It's clumsy and ugly and I lean into it. Index finger of my dominant hand is back on my clit and steady. I can't help but make noise and I feel it start in the back of my throat and I imagine that's where his cock hits when I'm on my knees. The pictures aren't clear but they're vivid and it's his hand on my throat and his arm encircling my ribcage while he holds me close and hits me deep inside, or my face on the carpet, or my hair around his wrists. I withdraw my body to its center again; I try to turn smaller. I feel it this time at the front of my hips. It's taking so fucking long. I can taste tears. My throat hurts from staying too quiet. I pump my fingers inside my body until my impending orgasm weakens my shoulders. I feel the weight of my two fingers inside me as my muscles contract around them and I wish it were him inside, instead. My fingers are steady on my clit as my body shakes. I cry and sigh and it rattles my bones, it feels like. I feel hot, too hot and there's a fuzzy noise that floods the brain behind my forehead and I feel a release and a craving all at once and so hard and so hot that I swear it could immolate. It was the first orgasm times two and then twenty times that. I stayed in bed a little while after, just sort of thrashing.
It's nice to please yourself but sometimes your orgasms feel like they belong to someone else, and the second one didn't feel like mine. Someone shared it with me, I think. High-fucking-five to them.
The alarm on my phone goes off and in that moment I could come as easily as I could kill. It's a fucking reminder, a reminder that my phone can be annoying. It's harsh and invasive but I'm determined to finish. I try not to hear it but it's so loud and so regular. The muscles in my arm twitch wanting to turn it off, but I won't. The muscles in my cunt twitch because I won't. My body is buzzing and annoyed and I can feel my spine tighten as I try to pull myself smaller like the pressure between my legs and behind my belly would be stronger if I became more dense. My phone screams and my body does too - it's two fingers on my clit now and I bring cleft to meet cleft and I want to come, fuck the alarm, I want to come. It's a challenge, now, and there's a man's voice and a man's body telling me to, that I have to, that I can keep going or have nothing, no orgasm, nothing. It takes so fucking long and I hate it. My brain hurts from the noise. I feel broken that I'm not done yet. I feel like I'm done forever. I get so close and I'm on the edge. My ears hurt and my brain hurts and my clit hurts and my fingers ache and I'm coming and the alarm stops. I'm jarred. I lose a thousand volts. The silence is just as painful and I have no fucking rhythm. It's so quiet, it's so quiet. My fingers are still at work, quietly. My teeth are still pinching my lip, quietly. My face is still contorted, quietly. I yell out, quietly. It's lost for a moment and I recover. I'm warm - I feel it at the base of my spine and my hips pulse forward and my thighs clench and light lances through my brain like ice and it's over and there's relief in it, and triumph. I sit up. I check my phone. There's a text. I don't register what it says because "fuuuuuuck you," says my body. Fuck you, we're not finished. My cunt is throbbing, still.
I bring my fingers back to my clit and whimper audibly; it's sensitive and sore. I trail my fingers down my pussy this time and I feel that I am wet, and I feel that I am swollen. I feel that my skin is hot all over my body but my neck and shoulders especially and I squeeze my tits hard enough that it hurts. I trace the pads of my fingers over my collarbone and apply pressure to my throat and use my other hand for penetration. First one finger, and then two. I tease the opening and position my fingers in a C to hit behind my pubic bone. My other hand feels idle as fingers drag across my face. Eyelids lips chin neck tits stomach hips clit. My body curves like a question mark into my hands. Reflexive at first, then deliberate, then dramatic. There's one hand inside me and I jerk it up and down with violence. It's clumsy and ugly and I lean into it. Index finger of my dominant hand is back on my clit and steady. I can't help but make noise and I feel it start in the back of my throat and I imagine that's where his cock hits when I'm on my knees. The pictures aren't clear but they're vivid and it's his hand on my throat and his arm encircling my ribcage while he holds me close and hits me deep inside, or my face on the carpet, or my hair around his wrists. I withdraw my body to its center again; I try to turn smaller. I feel it this time at the front of my hips. It's taking so fucking long. I can taste tears. My throat hurts from staying too quiet. I pump my fingers inside my body until my impending orgasm weakens my shoulders. I feel the weight of my two fingers inside me as my muscles contract around them and I wish it were him inside, instead. My fingers are steady on my clit as my body shakes. I cry and sigh and it rattles my bones, it feels like. I feel hot, too hot and there's a fuzzy noise that floods the brain behind my forehead and I feel a release and a craving all at once and so hard and so hot that I swear it could immolate. It was the first orgasm times two and then twenty times that. I stayed in bed a little while after, just sort of thrashing.
It's nice to please yourself but sometimes your orgasms feel like they belong to someone else, and the second one didn't feel like mine. Someone shared it with me, I think. High-fucking-five to them.
