A Little Bit Naughty

I really enjoy this piece of blogland. I like that I can toss out things (be it an attempt at erotica, a picture of me exposed, or just sharing my thoughts related to all things sexual) and everyone is so positive and supportive. The naughty girl loves that! But, I'm more than just a naughty girl. I have deep roots in being the nice girl too. I like to think that I can balance these two parts and bring out the best of both these girls.

Seriously, I sound like I need a psych evaluation for having split personalities! But you know what I mean...

This past week, I went away to where those good girl roots began...I went to visit my parents. Now, if there is ever a place to exercise a little restraint on the naughty girl, it is under your parents' roof! Masturbating is fine (as long as the moans and pants aren't so loud it brings someone to the door to ask if you're okay...) and dirty texting (as long as you keep the silly little smile off your face that draws questions...), but phone sex should be out. Or at least my nice girl says.

I'm still enjoying phone time with my caveman (trying out nick names for him...this might not work?!), but I decided that getting phoned and coming would be off limits this week. First, the good girl kind of felt a little bad about doing that particular naughty deed at home and second, I wanted to see just how long I could go without coming. Ask any girl, if there is a significant lapse of time between orgasms then the first one back is incredible! I love incredible orgasms.

Saturday was easy...I was tired from the drive and still satisfied from Friday night.
Sunday was okay...a little twitchy but okay.
Monday was a little bit harder...thanks to a provocative idea about car sex.
Tuesday was rough...I had to watch where exactly the shower head was pointing.
Wednesday was tempting...so very tempting. I'll admit that I touched, but only briefly.
Thursday was the breaking point...I needed to come and this whole not coming idea was starting to sound really dumb.
Friday was relief!

A sleepy wake up call (I'm beginning to get addicted to those...) and a very hot verbal fantasy left me drenched and throbbing. I knew that if I touched with purpose I'd come and in a major way. My fingers spent a very brief moment stroking my swollen lips and then zeroed in on my clit. It didn't take too many circles or much pressure and I knew I'd come before he could finish his thought. To help slow down that spiraling tightness, I slid my middle finger inside my pussy. I immediately felt myself clamp around my finger. The length and thickness left a lot to be desired, but even then the pressure was fantastic.

I came hard and fast. My lady readership will probably understand that curling pressure that seems to start deep inside and eventually seems to just push out through your clit, pussy, legs, and toes. I can't think of another way to describe it! I wanted to slow it down and enjoy it, but I'm not sure I could have removed my hand if my father was fixing to walk through the bedroom door. Thankfully, I had a thick comforter to bite down on. Even after the first throbby waves settled, I was sensitive enough that taking my finger out and my thumb off my clit nearly started round two. I love orgasms like that!

So, as far as naughty details go, that is all I'm willing to share. I like that some things are still for me alone. But, it is very nice to be back home where I can be naughty (and loud) to my heart's...maybe that should be my girly part's...content!