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6th May 2012

His touch was so gentle, so slow and delicate as he opened up the folds of my pussy. I found myself holding my breath as his fingers explored every inch of me, spreading me open before his gaze. Looking down my body I could see the intent look on his face as he examined me, his eyes never leaving my pussy as his fingers stroked and probed. Even after all this time together I suddenly felt myself growing shy of his look upon me. The daylight flooding in the room and lighting my body only served to increase my feeling of vulnerability.

For a brief moment I nearly pulled away but somehow he must have sensed my unease because suddenly I felt one of his hands on my lower belly, pressing down as if to hold me in place before dipping back between the smooth lips of my cunt, parting them wide and taking the throbbing bud of my clit between his thumb and finger and oh so slowly teasing and rubbing it causing my hips to arch off the bed as electric pulses of pleasure rushed through me.

All thoughts of shyness were gone now and I was pushing down onto his hands, desperate to feel his fingers inside me but he was not to be hurried and with agonising slow but deliberate movements he continued his steady exploration of me. I don’t think I have ever been touched so intimately or with such controlled slow deliberation before. It felt like everything was about my cunt, his sole focus was that place between my thighs and nothing else existed; gone was the room, the air, the sounds, my breathing, even my body, and all that was left was my cunt.

I remember his fingers finally pushing deep inside me and the slow firm rubbing of that tender spot high up on my vagina wall. I remember the feel of my warm juices as they leaked from within me and ran down over my thighs and arse, the throb and ache of my clit as he continued his slow deliberate massage of it. I remember the way I spread my legs as wide as I could, the feeling of fullness as he slowly he eased more fingers into me. I remember the way the muscles in my lower belly began to twitch and spasm as my orgasm started to build deep inside me. For a moment it felt like I was being wound up like a spring, coiled ever tighter and tighter, by his controlled movements when all my body seemed to want was more, deeper, harder, fuller, faster, tighter, stronger and then I remember the dip of his head, the warmth of his breath and finally the searing heat of his mouth on me.

And then the ecstasy.

In the throws of orgasm


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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (22)

  • Jonathan Vaje

    Spine-tingling words and a wonderful image! Love it Molly.

  • KaziGrrl

    Mmmmm… so artfully described, I felt as if I were the one lying there 🙂

    ~Kazi xxx

  • GeekyNymph

    I love the color of this photo. Ecstasy must have been heaven-like. Beautiful. 🙂

  • Jana Twisk

    Love love love this shot, the extreme lighting perfectly embodies extacy!!

    xoxo Jana

  • Liza

    Oh, gosh, do I know exactly how this feels. And that photo captures it so perfectly. Amazing.

  • Jack and Jill

    The title definitely suits the image! Your vivid words perfectly describe the experience.

  • Rebel

    Stunning photo and love the way you describe exactly what brought you to this state of ecstasy!
    Rebel xox

  • mrs jojo

    Love the story and pic combo, energising x

  • Jilly

    That gave me shivers. And that picture is just so exactly how an orgasm feels like. Leave it to you to capture its essence so perfectly.

    x Jillian

  • Yes, THAT Tonya

    Your words gave me intense shivers. Especially when combined with my fingers. 😉

  • Kitty

    Sexy words and the picture just adds to how you imagine it would be hehe x x x

  • Stranded

    Ecstasy only until the next craving…but still a wonderfully euphoric feeling.


  • Steve

    A beautiful description of a beautiful experience, Molly. Bravo x

  • Vincent Vega

    Fuck that is a hot pic. Nothing hotter than a woman in the middle of ecstasy.

  • alice

    Your description of how you let go and allowed him to explore, and take charge of, your response is so erotic. Pure abandon.

  • thekinkyminx

    Love this – it has a delicacy I strive for… thank you *pops back upstairs tos ee if S is still in bed…*

  • Mia Lee

    Beautiful words and beautiful image. I love how you can describe a moment and make it as if I am there.
    Mia x

  • Mistress Mia

    Lovely picture of a beatiful moment…..

    ~Mia~ xx

  • mina lamieux

    Another fantastic photo and beautiful words. REally expressed that wonderful feeling of when you are with a lover that just knows you inside and out and is able to play your body like an instrument. This is one of the many things I love about my husband.

  • Yummy

    Now that did not help me control my urge to masturbate! That was so arousing to read, I could imagine every moment so well. As for the picture, I think it’s my new fav of yours.

  • DDD

    Molly, if angels had orgasms, that’s exactly what they’d look like. That is an AMAZING photograph. It’s erotic, yes, but also so beautiful. I love it.

  • HansHB


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