AUDIO: Masturbation Instructions for Women
Title: “Unleashing Pleasure: A Sensual Guide to Women’s Solo Bliss”
The soothing voice of the narrator fills the room, her dulcet tones immediately putting you at ease. “Hello, darling,” she purrs, “Today, we’re going to explore a journey of self-discovery and sensual delight. This guide is just for you, a celebration of your desires and an invitation to indulge in the ecstasy of your own touch.”
She pauses, allowing you to sink into the plush softness of your bed, your body beginning to warm with anticipation. “First, create a space of comfort and intimacy,” she continues, “Light a scented candle, dim the lights, perhaps play some soft, sultry music. Surround yourself with touches of luxury – silky sheets, fresh flowers, your favorite perfume. This is your time, your sacred space.”
You follow her instructions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, the fragrance of jasmine filling the air. The narrator’s voice continues, a soothing balm to your busy mind. “Now, lie back, sweetheart, and let’s begin. Did you know that each woman’s body responds uniquely to touch? Some crave firm pressure, others softly teasing caresses. Only you truly know what brings you pleasure.”
As she speaks, you allow your fingers to roam your curves, exploring the soft satin of your skin. You glide up along your thighs, tracing gentle circles near your inner knee. The narrator swoons, “Oh, how I adore this sweet spot, this playful tease before delving deeper.” Encouraged, you let your fingers dance higher, grazing your mound, feeling your body throb with need.
“Darling, I want you to imagine,” the narrator breathes, “This is your lover’s touch. His fingers, long and strong, gently parting your delicate folds, finding your most sensitive spots.” As if guided by an unseen hand, your own fingers follow her instructions, parting your slick petals, finding the swollen bud that quivers with desire.
You circle your clit with a feather-light touch, your hips pressing up to meet your hand. The narrator moans, “Yes, just like that, my love. Apply a delicate pressure, exploring every ridge and valley.” Lost in a haze of sensation, you follow her guidance, varying your strokes, some quick flicks, others slow luxurious circles, until you find that rhythm that has you gasping.
“Now, sink a finger deep within,” she coaxes, “Feel your tight heat enveloping you.” Your desire heightens as you push a digit into your soaked entrance, curling it to rub along your G-spot. Your body arches, seeking more, your free hand kneading your breasts, pinching a stiffened nipple. “Such a good girl,” the narrator praises, “So responsive, so hungry for pleasure.”
You pick up the pace, your hips bucking wildly as you finger your aching sex. Your free hand trails down to your clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts of your finger. “Don’t be afraid to use two,” the narrator urges, “Stretch yourself, fill yourself.” You comply, adding another finger, the increased pressure almost unbearably delicious.
Your body tenses, your hand moving almost frantically now, chasing that peak you’re fast approaching. “That’s it, my love,” the narrator urges, sensing your impending climax, “Let go. Come undone in the safety of your own arms.” With a keening cry, you let your orgasm crash over you, your body quaking, your silken walls clenching around your fingers.
You collapse back on the bed, beautifully sated, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The narrator chuckles softly, “Well done, darling. You’ve earned that blissful glow.” You let her soothing voice wash over you as you drift off, a satisfied smile on your lips.
