Erica was horny. Wet, soaking, achingly horny. Her body had been calling for a man (or penis) lately, and her pussy throbbed as she thought about hard, aimed penetration in her vagina.
She had just gotten out of the shower. She was clean, skin smooth and still wet. Her pussy was cold on the inside. She smelled like a concoction of different perfumes, lotions, and the 2-3 soaps she used. She laid in her bedsheets and gazed at her body.
She had a slightly thick, curvy frame with red tones to her light brown skin. Her hair was an inch long pixie cut of an afro, which was currently in two braids under a regular black bonnet for the night. She wore only an oversized black t-shirt to bed that night.
God I need some action, she thought. She sultrily gazed at her thick thighs. Ugh does nobody wanna touch on me? There were unread messages in her phone, mostly on Snapchat. She had posted a string of thirst traps earlier when her current desires began to initiate but she had gotten caught up in a project and didn't follow up. A lot of the guys on her Snapchat weren't that cute, so she didn't know if there was any good meat in there. Able to satisfy herself, she was patient and decided to just think about sex before looking for disappointment.
Girl, she thought. Somebody wants to touch you. She grabbed her thighs and shook them around the bone. When she was done, she rubbed them in circles from near her knees going up and inserting her middle fingers under her fupa, pausing before she zoned in on her soft crotch and started rubbing. She massaged her entire cameltoe, letting her middle joint bend in to further stimulate her clitoris.
People do love to touch on me, and I see why. Erica was not shy about autosexuality, and frequently turned herself on as a bisexual woman. Erica was a self proclaimed "tom," a bisexual stem. Being both feminine and masculine, beautiful and handsome, she was a sex symbol.
She was rubbing her vagina slowly, and felt warmth and vibrations pulsing throughout her entire body. Baby you so pretty. She said to herself and her vagina. Ever since her first vibrator had made her come, she talked to herself during masturbation. Thank you bae, I love youuu. She moaned heavily.
When she felt her vagina was wet enough, she spread her fingers and bent the middle one. She inserted her middle finger into her canal and swirled it around, stimulating her walls and picking up juice. When she plucked it out she sighed from the cold air hitting her vagina. She moved the finger upwards onto her clit then firmly rolled in circles.
She kept a patterned pace, moving with her desires. She matched the pulse to her breath. When her breathing eventually got frantic, she started to flick her clit loosely at the first joint and did not stop until she came.
Her vagina squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, occasionally opening up just to squeeze again. Now her heavy breathing was more shallow. That was nice. I feel so good. She looked at her wet, red pussy then smacked it.
This thing is hungry, she thought. Her pussy was throbbing hard, like a heartbeat. She laid staring at the ceiling for a while before sitting up to get on her phone.
She scrolled through her Google Keep app, looking at the management notes on one of her newest projects. She had just started a new blog on spiritual anatomy.
"Muladhara," she said out loud. "The root chakra." She read what she wrote.
"The muladhara is located in the crotch region. It is the base of your chakras. The muladhara is related to sexual energy. Sexual energy affects the persona through both light and shadow."
"Healthy sexual energy is personal to the host. Acknowledgement of all information systems and processing both desires and accountability leads to a healthy balance."
"If you feel like you have an unhealthy relationship with sex or the muladhara, analyze why. Ask yourself questions that trigger honesty, clarity, even tears."
Erica has a mixed relationship with her muladhara. She has very strong sexual energy, and as an exceedingly intelligent woman she had trouble finding men and women that meet her standards. As a self proclaimed slut, she had little problem ignoring her standards and blessing someone for a night. She refused to date, but she much liked the short relationships her link ups brought her. Much of a secret scientist, she definitely included her interactions in her sociological research.
The only problem with this sex life is that she craved more romance. She wanted to play the wife role with someone, but she wasn't desperate and wouldn't give that position to the undeserving.
