Hello fabulous people looking at my fabulous diary. I was thinking about this the other day. I think I’m getting into a rut. I feel like I do the same thing everyday. Get up to my rabbit. This is my favorite part of the day. I sleep nude and in the morning I roll over and grab my favorite vibrator. Sometimes I think about Freddy Prince Jr. Other times I ponder The Rock. Sometimes I’ve been good. Usually, I’ve been bad. The Rabbit it great, because as it is pulsing in my pussy it is also tickling my clit. I love the sensation. I can feel my orgasm start in the tips of my toes, they start to tingle. Then, my legs go numb. If I weren’t horizontal at that point, I know my knees would buckle in that instance. While this is happening, my fingers, arms and head begin to feel light—the rabbit still in motion, pulsating. I’m beginning to involuntarily thrust my pelvis and squeeze. Reflex, I suppose. I feel my abs tighten. I start to perspire. I feel my heart pounding. I also feel the blood rush to my face. For one split second I feel absolutely nothing. I would imagine it is what one would feel like in the eye of a storm. An eerie nothingness and in almost the same instant everything crashes around. I exploded. I yell: “OH GOD!” My heart feels like my chest is too small to contain it. At this point I am tearing at the sheets. I feel like I’ve jumped out of a plane, the exhilaration of seeing the earth fly toward you. Sometimes, I am cumming so intensely that I throw myself off of the bed.
Is it bad that I turn on my sex toys before I turn on the coffee pot? An orgasm before bed is better than any espresso I’ve ever had.