So, as I mentioned in my previous blog post, I get very wet when I'm excited. I've been using my vibrator more frequently recently, although I never turn it on; I just use it like a fake penis. The last two or three times I masturbated felt amazing! I reached an unprecedented climax, although I know I still have a long way to go, but I'm becoming increasingly hopeful and confident. The feeling of insertion is really great. In summary, my vagina is incredibly slippery, and I've made a mess of the vibrator and my hands. Here's a rough overview of my masturbation experiences recently:

I was sitting in the room, naked, with my back against the bed and facing the mirror. I rubbed myself through my clothes, then used my usual towel to rub my exposed private parts, making myself moist and heated. Now, I inserted one finger inside, allowing those muscles to adapt to this intrusion. The passionate conversation between me and my future husband, interrupted and resumed from time to time, flashed through my mind: I asked him if he liked touching me. Did he like having his fingers inserted into my wet vagina? Was he eager to enter me?

I took out my vibrating rod and rubbed it against my wet vaginal lips. I was restless and anxious. I knew I had warmed up and was relaxed enough to go further. It slid in, the spherical head getting stuck at the entrance, causing a slight pain, but then it became smooth. I gently thrust it, sometimes twisting it, and pressed my palm tightly against the clitoris.

In just a few seconds, my body secreted more lubricant, and the vibrator was covered with my fluids - thick, white, and sticky, somewhat like mucus. I imagined that the vibrator was my husband's penis, thrusting inside me, covered with my semen. This made me feel much hotter. Looking at myself working in the mirror felt the same way. I pulled it out - it popped out with a slight sucking sound - and a large drop of semen slid out of my vagina. I contracted the vaginal muscles and another bit of semen flowed out. Seeing a blob of semen seeping out of my body, I couldn't help thinking of the scene of my husband ejaculating inside me.

In my mind, I had a more intense conversation with him, encouraging him to insert again and inject more semen into my body. I reinserted the vibrator (this time it was much easier), using it to stir my vagina from all angles. The more I did this, the stronger the sensation inside me became; the vibrator was touching certain areas, and they felt alive. To see more semen, I repeated the pulling-out action and squeezed the vagina. More semen dripped out. My vagina became sticky due to female arousal.

I lifted my legs, bent my knees, exposing my vulva completely. The slippery secretions were shining brightly, and a pool of liquid was flowing towards my anus. This must be the most sexy scene of the private parts that I have ever seen as a single woman.

The warm current of the climax surged deep into my waist. I kept pushing the vibrator in all directions, rubbing against the inner walls, changing positions from time to time to see if I could reach new crevices. I might straighten one leg or turn around, hooking both legs onto the bed. Finally, the pleasure was so intense that my vulva tightened up. Even though I kept moving the vibrator, I still felt that everything inside became extremely sensitive. My back arched. My heart beat faster and my breathing became more rapid. The warmth and contractions around the pelvis continued for several seconds, longer than any time I had ever felt before. Then, this sensation subsided.

I slumped down, realizing that I needed to take a deep breath. My lips had become sticky from constantly breathing through them. I touched my lower abdomen, which was so sensitive that it trembled all over. I couldn't bear any sensation there anymore. I felt content, exhausted, and very hungry. Usually, such exertion would increase my appetite. But I stayed still for a few minutes, thanking God for giving me this experience. All of this. The accumulation of clothes, the friction, the image of my hands touching each other in the mirror, the bold insertion, and the full milk in the vagina. All of this was a gift. God was so kind, allowing me to win in the process of exploring my body and my sexual desires.