Watching Her Wank

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I make no secret of my love of masturbation. While it goes without saying that I enjoy sex, some of my most beautiful sexual experiences have been with myself. Exploring my body, finding new ways to titillate and tease it, to bring new forms of pleasure, is a lifelong quest. Unless playing an exquisite tease and denial game, of which I am a huge fan, it’s rare that I don’t masturbate at least once a day. I don’t always orgasm when I masturbate. Sometimes I hold off, wanting to leave myself in that delightful horny stupor for a time.

Perhaps my own fondness for self-pleasure is why I have grown so fond of watching others please themselves. I have amassed quite the collection of masturbation, tease and solo videos over the years, and maintain subscriptions to websites such as The Life Erotic and MetArt-X for their gorgeously photographed masturbation scenes.

I’m not naïve enough to believe that every orgasm captured in such videos is real—it’s a production, after all. Nonetheless, the soft moans, the sight of hands gripping breasts and rubbing clits, and the quivering of legs stirs something in me. Sure, it is sometimes an illusion; all part of an act. But that act is genuinely incredible.

Unsurprisingly, my love of watching masturbation extends to the real-world—to Charlotte. I love to watch her. She’s often nervous at first, and I understand that. Masturbation differs from sex in that it’s personal, and like anything deeply personal, there is a sense of exposure. That exposure can leave us feeling uncomfortable, even vulnerable, as we put ourselves on display for another person.

I experience it myself. Charlotte likes me to perform for her. She wants me to be her ‘porn’ while she masturbates. I feel embarrassed when she asks me to talk dirty to her or to perform a striptease while she warms herself up. Slowly, though, as the nerves dissipate and Charlotte starts to lose herself, I can forget myself too. Circling a nipple with my finger, or shaking my hips starts to feel natural. My dirty talk becomes less forced. Wiggling my ass and rocking my hips becomes a reflex. The more she reacts, the higher my confidence. Things that seemed silly a few moments ago become very fucking sexy.

As I do my best to tease her with my clumsy dancing and stripping, Charlotte starts undressing. If she’s wearing a blouse, often she’ll leave it on but open at the top, as she knows how much I adore the sight of her perfect breasts framed by cotton or silk. Sometimes she might leave her panties on as well, to further tease me, knowing how much I yearn to see her slit when it’s fully aroused. It’s like a different form of tease and denial play.

My own body reacts to the growing arousal in hers. My heart rate quickens and my cunt tingles as Charlotte’s eyes drift shut for a time, how her thighs tighten and loosen and the way in which her hips start grinding up and down on the bed. Her large tits ripple, a bead of sweat rolls down her head, her lips part as those sweet moans unconsciously slip from her mouth.

Sometimes she’ll ask me to touch her in some way. Charlotte likes to have her toes sucked and licked, and she wants to maintain eye contact with me while I do it. Those beautiful eyes staring back at me, while her hand picks up pace makes me so wet. She wiggles her toes in my mouth as I circle my tongue around them. She might slip a finger of her own into her mouth before inviting me to suck her spit from it. I adore the sensations of her fingers in my mouth and the way she gently teases my tongue with her fingertip.

Other times, she’ll have me drape an arm over her and rest my head on her chest, flicking my tongue over one of her nipples while she continues to finger her slit. She’ll whisper into my ear all the dirty thoughts she’s having causing me to grind my body against hers. As her breath quickens, I can feel her soft breasts pushing and pulling from my cheek, and in summer months becoming sticky from the sweat.

When she comes, I always want to look at Charlotte’s beautiful face. Her head tilting back into the pillow, her eyelids clamping shut and shoulders tensing up, the ecstatic, uncontrollable moans that match the waves of pleasure, leaving her body spasming. That final, forceful exhale as her orgasm finishes and her eyes open wide, still lingering in a post-orgasmic haze. She’ll look at me, smiling, sometimes laughing as her body lies gently wriggling on the bed.

Breathless with her face flushed, Charlotte is even sexier in those minutes following orgasm, and I feel so much closer and more intimate with her when she shares those extremely personal moments with me.

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