Why Fingering’s My Favorite
My ecstasy is right at your fingertips
Sometimes my desire for sex comes in spontaneous little bursts of horny energy I never saw coming. You know how it is. One minute, sex can sound about as enticing to me as public speaking. The next minute, I get an idea in my head and suddenly I want to run with it.
Sometimes, it’s a new and innovative sexual adventure we’ve yet to try. Other times, I’m missing something we haven’t done in a long, long time.
It’s been a long, hard day at work. And when you and I finish dinner, I decide it’s time to set the scene for sex. It’s been far too long, and for some reason, I’m craving something old-school.
The kiddo’s at a friend’s house, so we have the place to ourselves and I feel like taking advantage. I put on Scream — a movie we’ve seen a dozen times. Something we both like, but wouldn’t care if we miss a scene or two. Or three.
Then I gather a bunch of blankets and pillows, move the coffee table to the side, and set up a little picnic on the living room floor. Not all that unusual for us. We often like to lounge on the rug, leaning against the couch and drinking wine.
I turn off the lights and get in place in front of the TV screen, snuggling up next to you.
Then I pounce.
We make out like teenagers for a full two minutes, and I make it very clear I’m in the mood for more in the way I fondle your cock over your jeans. You’re hard in no time, but before I take care of that growing detail, I make it clear that I want something for me first.
I take your right hand and guide your fingers beneath the waistband of my little pink pajama shorts. I push your hand down until your fingers hit the spot I’m craving. I’m already wet, and my legs open wider on reflex as you begin lightly circling my clit.
You pay diligent attention to that spot for a moment before going further down, slipping a finger inside me and massaging my inner wall. I gasp at the lovely sensation. It never gets old, and is almost always gasp-inducing.
I remove my tank top so that my full breasts are exposed and ready for you. You understand what I need without any words, and as your fingers pump in and out of me, you gently bite down on my hardened nipple, teasing it with your tongue as you fuck me with your hand.
You know I won’t get off from penetration alone, but that feeling of being filled up and fucked gives me a whole lot of pleasure — just like when you work my nipples with your tongue and lips.
When you pull your fingers out of me, the way my cunt has lubricated them feels amazing as you glide them lazily over my clit.
I moan and tilt my hips, wanting you to increase the pressure.
And you do.
There are so many reasons why being fingered is one of my favorite things to do with you…
It’s all about my pleasure
We both know the goal here — and it’s to get me off. I open my legs wider, throw my head back, and simply luxuriate in the feel of your fingers sliding up and down my clit for a few moments. As my core muscles tighten, I take an active part by guiding the angle and pressure of your hand, grinding my hips and pulling your head down to kiss my neck.
Any way we approach this, the end game is clear: this is you, pleasuring me, until I’m moaning uncontrollably and melting into the floor from a mind-bending orgasm.
You can talk dirty to me while you do it
You stop thrumming my clit just when the pleasure is really starting to build. My jaw drops at the feeling being suddenly disrupted.
“Let’s get these off of you,” you whisper in my ear as you peel off my short-shorts and my underwear along with them.
“You want this?” you ask, slipping your fingers inside me again. I moan at the pleasurable pressure. You go from thrusting them inside me to bringing your fingertips to my mouth. “Taste yourself,” you command, and I obediently open my mouth and suck.
“You’re so fucking ready for my cock.” Your voice is low against my ear and sends vibrations down my body that land somewhere between my legs. “You want me to make you come like this first, don’t you?”
Your fingers, wet with my saliva, massage my swollen, aching clit in glorious circles. That coil inside me stretches tighter.
“Say it,” you demand.
I groan and breathe out a distracted, “Fuck. Yes…”
Perfect position for me to fondle you
Believe you me, I enjoy being the recipient of some hot, intensely orgasmic oral. The only issue is, I can’t play with your most intimate parts when you’re down there doing amazing acrobatics with your tongue.
The closer I get, the more I want your hard cock in my hand. So while you’re working me into a frenzy, I manage to unbutton and unzip your jeans with just one of my hands.
I slip my fingers inside your underwear and pull out your thick cock. I rub up and down the length of your shaft, then stop at the top to tease the head with my thumb, massaging the wet bead of pre-come around the sensitive tip. You’re just as turned on as I am, and being able to give you some simultaneous pleasure enhances my own and gets me even closer.
There’s an element of nostalgia
When I was fingered for the first time, it was nothing like this. I was a sophomore in high school. My freshman boyfriend saved up and bought us tickets to the ballet — A Midsummer Night’s Dream — to impress me.
When we got back to his place, we locked ourselves away in his room, got in bed together, and he promptly stuck his hand up my skirt and down my panties. I’d chosen the skirt for easy access (thinking ahead), as we knew this moment would happen that night.
He poked and prodded my vagina for a good half hour, doing his very best to give me my first orgasm. It didn’t happen that night, but I remember feeling a good amount of pleasure at that full, finger-fucked feeling. Most of all, I loved the intimacy of it.
Doing it nowadays takes me back to my girlhood and budding sexuality. It takes me to that headspace of enjoying someone wanting to focus on me and my sexual gratification.
And it really makes me feel like a pampered little brat.
Fingering is a foolproof orgasm for me nowadays
I won’t go into too much technique here. There are plenty of articles that do that very well. How to Finger a Broad Like a Sex God by Emma Austin comes to mind, but I know there are plenty of other great ones if you look.
Let’s just say, when a guy is skilled with his manual movements and listens to me communicate what I need, as I need it — I’m going to come at his fingertips. Every. Single. Time.
And you know that.
As my breathing increases and my vocal pleasure makes it apparent how close I am, you follow my lead and rub harder, work faster.
No toy feels like your skin on my skin. No battery-operated vibration can do what your fingers are doing now — changing the pressure, the friction, the circling, the rubbing. Up and down, side to side, around and around, down and inside me as your palm thrusts against my now-swollen clit.
You, lover, are far more versatile than any toy.
There’s face-to-face intimacy as your hand stimulates me
There’s no sensation quite like your hand working my most intimate parts and your breath on my face just before your tongue slides in my mouth, your lips catching my moans.
And bonus: in this position, you can feed my need for kink a little easier.
I’m a bondage girl. A submissive. You know just what helps push me over the edge.
I’m moments away from coming, my cries getting louder (because I do tend to announce my orgasms with loud, pleasurable shouts of delight). I’d love to be tied to a four-post bed and gagged right now, but I didn’t plan that out when I jumped your bones.
So as I pump my hips over and over, you do what you can without the props, placing your free hand over my mouth and your lips on my nipple.
Your tongue works the pink bud on my breast as your fingers work the pink bud between my legs, and I scream into your hand as I fall into ecstasy.
As I come, you keep your fingers moving. After I come, you keep your fingers moving. The pleasurable contractions I feel in my center keep going because you keep going. These are the little aftershocks after the main event, and I don’t like to miss out on them.
Ready for more
The next step will be for you to remove your pants and fill me with your patiently waiting cock. Being drenched from an orgasm and fucked immediately after I come is also one of my favorite things.
But that’s a whole other story.
