♦ Y’know, I was a little worried that I didn’t really have all that much to write about for the blog at the moment. I mean, yeah, I’m still getting a good amount of very good sex with Fractal and I’ve still got plenty of pictures from my hard drive to share and so on, but I felt all that to a little bit same-old same-old.

So, hurrah for well-timed serendipity, eh?

We’d just woken up, more or less, and Fractal left the bed and bedroom first to go and make some coffee. Since he was off elsewhere and I was still in bed I figured I’d have some fun with myself. It’s nice to masturbate in bed without company now and again, after all.

Plus, I get to be alone with my thoughts. Mostly these are of Fractal but sometimes he is joined or replaced by others: anonymous ciphers with all the right parts, girls online or else people I know like Flirt (the ’straight’ female friend of mine) or Crush.

Today, I had Crush on my mind, at first. Last night had some rough and tumble and play-fighting and whilst in reality he’s out of bounds now (being in a closed relationship an’ all) there’s still the chemistry and mutual attraction.

I took out my purple Rosebud vibrator, removed the increasingly pointless-seeming rubbery tulip-like bulb and placed the bare silver egg against my clit. Wasting no time, I turned it up to full whack. I started thinking of Crush fucking me, imagining his cock sliding deep in and out.

The vibrations were starting to really kick in. I love the luxury of patience and contemplation that a vibrator gives me over my fingers. No need to work hard for my pleasure, all the time in the world to lie back and toy with myself, play with my orgasm, really explore the build-up.

It wasn’t long before Fractal, mentally, entered the scene.

I guess I get greedy :P

Soon, in my mind, I had Crush fucking my pussy and Fractal’s erection deep in my mouth. Someone was twisting my nipples, hard.

The sooner they invent VR, the better.

But anyway, the vibe is really buzzing my clit now and I know I’m going to come and come hard. I relax back into the preliminary muscle-pulls and orgasm blissfully and intensely. As I do so, I distinctly feel fluid rush from my sex and onto the sheets, partly coursing the curve of my ass.

Did I just-?

Did I?

I mean, I’ve suspected a mini-squirt before, but this, this is pretty full-on.

Not one to spoil my fun by ending prematurely however, I gave myself another strong orgasm before finishing up to take a look.

Yeah, that’s definitely a wet patch. Clear, big and damp. Smells fine too, thank God for that, because the alternative is much worse. Wow. Holy crap, I just ejaculated.

It’s a damn good job I even know it exists, because even then I had to double check to make sure. Most sites I’ve seen seem to think it’s the G-spot that gets you to squirtsville, but hey, clitoral isn’t unknown and as a girl who’s orgasmed purely from touching someone else, who am I to quibble?

After feeling mildly dazzled and mildly self-satisfied for a second or two, I went into the other room, naked and sheepish, to tell Fractal. He didn’t even know what I’d been up to, so he was quite surprised. I showed him my own little come-patch. I told him about the bare vibe and the thoughts I’d been having.

He told me that I’d certainly have to be spanked for such bad behaviour.

I turned up my bare ass towards him and offered myself for some ’sample spanks’.

Smack, smack. One on each cheek, sharp.

Aroused he pressed his hardening cock against my cheeks.

Not only had I just had my first experience of squirting, but I was sure there was fun to come…. ♦