I love to masturbate. I really do. Whether with someone or not, I masturbate at least once a day. Toys, vibes, or my own fingers… it doesn’t matter. Sometimes, when the mood strikes me, I enjoy masturbating for my partner. I like the idea of being watched as I touch myself. I think it’s the facial expressions, the body language, the look in their eyes as they see me nearing orgasm. Other times, my partner and I will masturbate together. I also enjoy watching my partner masturbate. The idea of talking to them or telling them what to do is a real turn-on for me.


Your nights lay silent
Save for the moans of masturbation
That breathlessly escape your lips
In cries that echo a sweet surrender
When you open yourself to me.

Pretend your fingers
Are my own…
Welcome their slightest touch,
These fingers of fulfillment,
When they tease the tender folds
Of your eager flesh,
Swollen hard with desire,
Begging to be possessed.

See me with your mind,
Feel me with your thoughts,
Be warmed by the heat
Radiating from your core.
Give yourself to me…
Wholly and completely…
Let me guide you to a passion beyond words…

Feel me cupping your spot
And, with thumb and forefinger,
Rubbing the rubbery folds of your lips
As they cry out for my touch.

Your eyes are like fiery coals
But they are closed…
It’s the only way you can see me now.
Then, see me…

Fix your gaze
And look upon me well…
Watch as I slip off my panties
How they slide down my thighs.
I am showered and smooth,
Lotioned,
And lubed
With nothing more
Than the thought of you.
I’m seated on that leather chair,
My left knee raised,
My foot resting on the cushioned seat,
My right leg thrown aside.
Is the door closed?
Wouldn’t want any “interruptions” now, would we?
Mmmmm…
I knew you’d say that.
No… you cannot see me,
But I can see you.
You’re excited, aren‘t you?
How wonderfully erect your nipples are for me…
But we won’t use the clothespins….
Not even on your hard and precious nub...
Not tonight.
Come on now… don’t pout.
Moisten your finger
And trace circles around those naughty folds.
Feels good, doesn’t it, my love?
Pinch them a bit for me, will you, baby?
Mmmmmmm.
There… that‘s better.
Be a good girl,
And let me mind-guide you
To an all-consuming passion,
For I am your lighthouse
And the light you were made to follow.
Open yourself…
Invite me in…
Welcome my embrace…
Be with me…
Lay naked with me…
Close your eyes…
Relax and let go…
Surrender to your emotions…
Breathe with me…
In slow… measured breaths…
I know…
Your eyes are closed
And you cannot see me,
But you know you can feel me,
And you want that…
You want to feel me, don’t you?
Then bid them enter, my fingers,
These instruments of your unmet love,
When they probe deep inside
Your hungry sex,
Unsated and starved
For what it needs most.
Invite them to ravage you
Like the slut you want to be,
Penetrate, impale you
With a passion unknown,
Slowly at first…
A fingertip, no more,
Feathery Touches….
And in short teasing strokes…
Then…
Oh yes….
As your pulse quickens
And you gasp for air,
And your heart thrums
With an undiscovered urgency
That cannot be denied,
Then
Swim in the wetness your lust has created,
Listen to its sound
As it gurgles hot in the magna
Of a mind and body meant for more.
Mmmmmmm…
Arch into your ardor,
Ride it,
Grind against it,
Meet its thrusts with your own,
Buck
Like an untamed pony
Begging to be bridled.
Untamed urges yearning for release…
Lips Tasting, a tongue swirling…
So incredibly sweet…
Fingers probing and hands exploring…
Painted kisses and delicious licks…
Mmmmmmmm….
Caressing, Cuddling, Fondling…
Sooooo nice…
Sooo very nice…
Teasing and playing…
More… More…
Your senses alive…
Your whole body trembling…
Deeper…harder…faster its strokes…
In and out…
In and out…
In and out…
Yes… that’s it…
The hand you guided
Enslaves you now…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster….
Again… and again..
Throw your arm back
Raise it overhead
As you grope for the pillow
To anchor your ache.
Yes… that’s it…
Don’t stop… Don’t stop…
Thrusting,
Pounding,
Penetrating…
Undulating faster… and faster…
Deeper...
Harder...
Again and again...
Oooooh… Oooooh…
Passion’s lava surging to the surface…
Oh Yes… Oh Yes…
Bursting…
Spurting…
Yes… Oh Yes…
Erupting in a white hot flow of ecstasy…
Oooooooh my god….
Ooooooh….
Oh Yes….
Ooooooh…
You're cumming now,
Aren't you, my love?
Then cum for me,
Call out my name
As it consumes you ---
Querida...
Say it ---
Querida...
Scream it ---
Querida...
Querida...
Querida...
Cum for me, my love....
Cum for Querida.
Collapse in an exquisite exhaustion…
Your creamy wetness…
Those clusters of white jelly
Cascading down your thighs.
Your nights lay silent
Save for the moans of masturbation
That breathlessly escape your lips
When you open yourself to me
And pretend your fingers
Are my own…
From now on,
I want you to cum for me like this every day.
The idea of it excites you,
Doesn’t it, my love?
It excites me too.