How Women Orgasm - Dee Williams

Dee's orgasm still catches her by surprise some nights. She laughs about the first time—snuck behind some cheap dorm walls, a sticky paperback spread on the pillow, fingers clueless and quitting early because nothing happened. Later she figured it out. Now she goes maybe once, twice a week, but only after she lets the hubby watch from the corner of the mattress, sheets pulled back, hard-on watching her knuckles disappear inside. She claims the heaviest one hits when it's just her, fingers, and whatever filthy scene her brain cooks. She came first with some soft-spoken sophomore who mapped the route with his tongue and his dick on day two of orientation, and she hasn't forgotten how clean that start was. Before she strips for our cameras she reminds everyone not to hide from their own touch; turning herself on counts as love too, nothing cheeky about it.