Intimate Details

I never really thought of myself as beautiful the entire time I was growing up and even now, at twenty-two. I mean, I know I am pretty but I am very well aware there are prettier girls than me out there. I am taller than the average woman, but it’s not in a gangly awkward way. I have a slender frame and I would think of myself as fit. The one thing I do hate about myself is the fact that my skin is almost always as white as marble, making it prone to freckles and when I sunburn it never tans, just stays red and then back to white. Yet even though I hate my skin I would never think of using fake tanning lotions because it is a part of me and I don’t really see the point of making anything about yourself unnatural. Besides I don’t know many redheads with tan skin.

I have soft green eyes that turn a darker shade when I am either extremely pissed-off or horny. I always seem to be attracted to men with tattoos or body piercing, I guess for the same reasons why a lot of guys are attracted to mine. At the moment I have four tattoos and eight body piercings, all tasteful in my opinion, but I guess it’s futile to ask the person that has them because they have them for a reason - they like them tasteful or not. I guess the point I am trying to reach is, the fact that there is one way I find myself truly beautiful, as I guess most women do.

I heard once that a woman should know her orgasm, know what feels good and know how your body looks while it happens. Even though it struck me as an odd thing to do in front of a mirror, I figured it couldn’t hurt anything. But then came the question of how I should please myself. I’m a new age girl and I’ve discovered the joy of sex toys, but I wasn’t sure if they would obstruct my view. I finally opted for simple fingers.

There I stood in front of my full-length mirror, really concentrating on looking at myself. As I began to undress, my facial features softened slightly. My breath moved in slow pace as my delft fingers began to unbutton my top. My fingertips lightly skimmed the tops of my breasts as I reached to pull the top down my arms. I tried to imagine that the fingers lightly touching my skin were someone else’s. As my fingertips grazed the sides of my above average breasts my body slightly shuddered and my nipples hardened, making the hopes that hung from them clink slightly.

My fingers slid down my sides to wait at the waistband of my skirt. I sighed softly, making my eyelids flutter. My skin began to get that sensitivity that comes with arousal as it tingled from my light touch. My fingers reached up suddenly to push my reddish dark hair behind my ears as I bit my lower lip softly. I once again slid my fingers slowly down the length of my torso, shuddering in pleasure. I rimmed the inside of my skirt as my fingers reached back to unsnap the button. My finger lightly skimmed the metal of my belly button ring, making my fingertip tingle as well as making a soft jolt of pleasure slide down between my thighs. My mouth opened softly as my breath came out huskier. The sound of my skirt falling to the floor was sweet.

I’m a sensation and texture kind of girl so I always love it when guys trace my tattoos with their tongues or even an erection occasionally. Wetting my finger I traced the first inked oddity that lie in the valley of my breasts. My chilled and yet warm saliva hit the first ring of the four-leaved clover and my chest caved in a deep breath.

I bit my lower lip softly as my finger traced down the line of my abdomen. Below my navel I lightly traced the group of fish that lay there in a star. Sighing again my eyes closed softly and I could feel, before I saw, my nipples harden even more. My eyes opened and I could see they were a dark green as I looked back into myself. I brought my fingers up to tug slightly on my nipple rings, bringing a deep moan from my throat.

I stood there clad only in my lacy boy shorts, my skin had a slight reddish glow to it as my arousal was evident. I stood there are simply stared at myself. I always thought that since I wasn’t a man, with the accompanying male organ, that arousal could never be noticed without touching. But I saw that if I had not been alone at that moment, anyone could see that my body and mind were in a state of sexual overdrive. I pushed a fallen lock of hair back behind my ear as I stared deeply into my image.

My fingers traced around the edge of my underwear and I watched my stomach quiver faintly. My lips turned upwards in a slight smile as my skin trembling made it appear that my fish were trying to swim apart. My lids felt heavy and they flickered softly. My mind began to lose itself in the thoughts of my desires. I focused on the light smell of lavender that hung in the air and I breathed it in. Lavender always makes me think of slow leisurely sex, love that takes its sweet time to rise. I felt my breasts rise and fall deeply as I slowed my breathing down, trying to hold out my pleasure.

I hooked the edge of my underwear in between my thumbs as I slid them down my hips. My fingertips delicately grazed my outer thighs and I moaned in a half-sigh. His name escaped past my lips as I imagined that it was his fingers caressing my skin and not my own. I saw his face behind my closed lids and his image didn’t disappear as I focused my attentions on the pleasure that was assaulting my body. I silently kicked my panties away from my feet as I stared at my cleanly shaven center. As my fingertips brushed against the top of it, where my thighs come together, I moaned out deeper as I felt my nipples become even more erect.

My clit began to throb and I had a desperate need to feel a tongue rolling over it, this thought brought a pleasurable burst of heat and moisture to rest between my thighs. I leaned my head back and I felt the ends of my hair hit my back in a soft caress. I sighed shakily. I backed up on unsteady legs to lean against the end of my bed before sitting softly on it. My fingers slid up my body again as I grasped a nipple ring between each thumb and forefinger. My moan became deeper in my throat as I released it into the empty room.

My green eyes tried to focus on my image. I ran my fingers down my torso to let each hand grip into a thigh, parting them softly. I heard my breath coming out in deeper gasps as my sensations rose. My eyes were half closed through pleasured lids and they closed slowly as ran my tongue over my finger, wetting it. At the first touch to my pet on my inner right thigh I gasped and moaned softly. My body jerked slightly and I could feel my pussy lips gap angrily at the lack of attention they were getting. A trickle of wetness wept from them and slid pleasurably between my ass cheeks.

My finger continued its light petting of my dragons’ head and I focused on counting my clit throbs with my heartbeats. My sweet nub of flesh beat harshly and it nearly screamed for consideration. I stared deeply into the mirror, concentrating on my fleshy and glistening sex. For the first time I placed the palm of my hand fully onto it. Spreading my fingers slowly I parted the plump lips that covered my most intimate region. It stared back at me, wet and shiny. My hardened clit stood out proudly from its hood and I could feel it throb and could imagine seeing it beat like a small heart. My tight vaginal hole seemed to gap open like a mouth as it dripped even more.

I teasingly rubbed a finger over and slightly in the hole before sliding my wet finger over my throbbing clit. My body arched in pleasure and my throat let go a moan of intense feeling. I had to lean my body back onto one arm as my hips rose gently off the bed, reacting to the need of more concentration to my sweet core. I bit my lower lip softly as I again stared at my reflection. My eyes were a little glazed over and I could see my chest rise and fall steadily. I spread my thighs further apart and my delightful aroma softly mixed with the scent of lavender.

I brought my finger up to my lips as I licked away any signs of myself. I placed my wet finger on my hardened nub and began to make the slow leisurely circles that turn me on the most. I moaned in throaty bursts as my hips gently rose and fell to meet my fingers motions. I imagined him kneeling before me, watching.

I raised a foot and placed it on the bed next to my body, gaping me open further. My eyes pooled into my mirror image, I was extremely wet and I smiled softly, knowing that I never really have a dry problem. My juices coated my entire cunt and it glittered like a diamond, I could almost feel his tongue on me as I stroked myself with a finger more steadily. Switching to a deliberate movement of up and down with my finger I teased my hole as he would with his tongue. The first time I dipped a fingertip into my dragons’ lair, my body nearly came of the bed completely as I moaned deeper than before. I felt my vaginal walls trying to suck in and keep my finger there but I brought it back out again, making my body moan in sadness. I gazed at my honey-covered clit as I fingered it lightly again. I could see its slight swelling and my nipples hardened to the point of almost pain. I took one of my fingers from the other hand and dipped it into my dripping hole, moistening the tip. I brought the finger up to one of my nipples and I twisted one of my rings almost roughly.

My back arched more fully, bringing my breast into closer contact with my finger. My skin tingled as if he were really touching me. I had to open my eyes and look into the mirror to make certain that I was truly alone. I could feel eyes on me but I knew they were my own. My skin almost throbbed with want. My finger at my clit seemed to have a mind of its own as I still stroked myself.

I moved my finger from my nub and I nearly shoved it into my hungry cunt, crying out in ecstasy. I began to fuck myself slowly with my finger, teasing my clit with every pull out. My breath quickened and I could feel the slow rolls of pleasure traveling up my spine. I couldn’t close my eyes as my face changed in pleasure. I pushed another finger into myself and nearly cried. The feeling of it almost matching the feel of a real erection. My walls sucked and clenched around my fingers, making a sweet suction noise. His name moaned past my lips again as I saw his eyes staring into mine. I bit my lower lip harsher as I lifted my hips off the bed in orgasmic release.

I felt the warm slick wetness streaming down my inner thighs in clear bursts. Colors burned before my opened eyes as they focused and unfocused on my body humping up in ecstasy. I had to lean my head back as a moan screamed from my lips. My body shook and my skin tingled.

I sat on my bed with my legs spread and my chest heaving as my breathing tried to return to normal. My body sagged on both my hands as I held it up. I stared intently at my still dripping cunt as it gaped in time with my breath. I breathed the first audible word in over thirty minutes… “Beautiful.”