Been a long time. But I don't remember promising I'd never post again...nor that I would post more often, of anything. Things change. My life is far from that kinda bored little girl I was.
But then something interesting happened, and I feel like it's a story worth registering here, just for the hell of it.
I've been under psychiatric help for a while now, to cope with the anxiety and ridiculous panic attacks I've developed. Although I really wouldn't want to have any "mind-controlling" drugs, Can't say its not helping, at least with these time of pandemics....
Well, the Doctor put me then into a new substance, a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. An antidepressant, so to say. Well, somehow this thing must help me dealing with the anxiety or panic.. but its said to provoke anorgasmia. If one can't guess what it means, it's when one is unable to have an orgasm, no matter how excited and stimulated.
Big deal. I'm quarantined at home with my family, in a house with no privacy to the point that if I turn on a vibrator at night, someone will hear, and I don't doubt my mother to come see if everything's okay. It's obvious that even my solo sex life had become almost impossible. When things get way too hard to ignore, I might masturbate in the shower, but it's not that confortable.
This picture given, here's the story: It was one of these days and I was burning from inside of sexual hunger. I totally needed to cum. Maybe I wasn't yet under the side effects of the medicine. Afterall, in fact, I hadn't feel that aroused in quite a long time. So I went to the bathroom, undressed, spreaded my legs and started touching myself, bringing some sexy thoughts to feed my imagination.
I don't really recall what I was picturing, but it involved a hungry mouth eating my pussy and drooling it all over as I could clearly feel my pussy juices dripping through between my legs and wetting my asshole. I was soaked wet and could feel my swollen pussy as I fingered it. I was about to cum, and I could bet It would come as squirting...
...but indeed, no matter how close I was, I couldn't come.
Bang! Of course my thoughts left the sexy context to question if that was the 'anorgasmia' effect, at last. But at same time it's obvious that this change of subject was cooling me down...And I didn't want to cool down, I wanted to cum. More than that: I NEEDED to cum. I would relax and go back to my fantasies and I'd cum. That whole anorgasmia thing was just a self-suggested thought. My mind's full of playing tricks on me. And I'm tired of falling for it.
Still, for more than I was aroused and ready to explode, the fireworks wouldn't blast. And I kinda started to get anxious about it. And then I noticed that my heart was beating way too fast - was it the arousement or the medicine? Oh, well, I was so excited that I couldn't stop, I was determined to cum... But my heart was about to explode. That wasn't right.Maybe if I cum, I could have a heart attack. Oh, gosh, my arm is numb. Is it from the frentic rubbing, or am I having a stroke? Oh,my..! What if I die right here, outside the running shower, all spreaded and with a swollen red pussy. Damn my family would be ashamed. That wasn't normal. I wonder if guys who take Viagra ever think they might die of a cardiac arrest while fucking. That was pretty much what I was thinking, while I couldn't ignore the heatwave and the weird way that the tachycardia was actually making it somehow more arousing...
I came. Not as wonderfully as I thought it would come, but it sure brought the relief I was needing. In the next minute or two, all went back to normal. And I was feeling healthy and in a good mood.
Finally, I entered the shower.
