I Teach You How I Do It (my personal JOI pt 3) (Episode 22, Friends-with-benefits series - Lonely Leader)

Transcript

As you listen to this audio roleplay, I invite you to use headphones and imagine yourself as the main character of this story. Alright, ready for the next step? It's time to touch the sex bits.

Now, I'm still going to try to go slow. I'm going to take my time with it. And play softly with different parts.

And just tease them mildly first. I might begin by massaging the girls. Cupping my boobs over my shirt like this.

Jiggling them. Running the fabric over my nipples. I can feel them filling up like water balloons as I play with them.

The skin tightening. The nipples stiffening and lengthening under my hands and shirt. Being delicate and gentle and tender with them.

Caressing. Stroking. Petting them softly.

So loving. It's so pleasurable. Fuck.

Mmm. I love looking down and seeing my arousal so visibly and clearly like that. It's such a turn on to be turned on.

It's worth appreciating for sure. I love that I can make my body respond like this. And I adore that I can make somebody else's body react and feel like this too.

Mmm. Okay, well, next. I might cup and hold my hands over the crotch of my pajama pants or the bed sheet for a while.

Just leave them there. Like I'm lovingly holding my groin. Feeling the intense heat radiating between my loins and my palms through the cloth.

Hugging my pussy with my hands. Literally warming it up. Literally warming it up and gently hinting at what could happen next if I wanted it to.

Maybe pressing the heel of my hand into the top of my pubic bone. Circling around and guiding even more blood flow towards my groin. Fuck.

Oh my god. Okay, I can't hold back. I have to put my hand in my pajama pants or under the sheet to get closer.

Okay, but to keep edging if I can. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

This is not easy with you exponentially increasing the hotness factor of all this right now. Okay, okay. I'll just touch over my knickers first.

Oh gee. Fuck, that feels so pleasurable. Okay.

I'm just going to trace the tip of my middle finger along my slit. Pressing the fabric between my lips a bit. Droplets have already started to form between my labia.

And I'm making this strip in my underwear a little damper with every finger trace. And again I'm going to take a moment to breathe, pause and appreciate all of this. One of the things I notice is how much it arouses me to observe my own arousal so tangibly like this.

Paying attention to how my body is excited and randy. And realizing that I made myself feel that. I have the power and the expert knowledge about my own body to understand and offer myself exactly what I like.

Holy shit, that really stokes the fire for me to think about how I do all this for myself when I jerk off. Oh fuck yeah. Oh fuck yeah.

It's so arousing that I can make myself leak like this with just my mind and my fingertip over my undies this way. I am seducing my own fucking body and convincing my own damn self to desire sex and pleasure. How fucking cool is that? Okay, okay next.

I might start playing with my pussy lips through my underpants. I pull apart my lips and then squeeze them back together like this. Almost like a ziplock bag inside my panties.

And I'm opening and closing it. And I'm closing it. Yeah, a pussy sandwich, exactly.

Next I might take each lip between my thumb and fingers and softly massage. Cup. Jiggle.

Scratch. And fondle my goods over my briefs like this. In a way it's not unlike playing with a guy's balls to be honest.

Yeah, for real. I mean it basically all starts the same in embryo, right? Yeah, if you're a girl and there's no testosterone, you'll get labia.

But if you're a boy and there is testosterone, you'll get scrotum. Uh-huh, same thing, exactly. Or if you're intersex, you might get both or neither.

And if you're transgender and taking hormones, you'll get different variations of those bits too. I mean, yeah, what men have on the outside, women basically have on the inside. Just in a slightly smaller package, but with even more nerve endings.

So the clitoris is like an insanely sensitive penis. And thank goodness it's mostly internal with just the head sometimes visible. Because we would die from overstimulation otherwise.

Yeah, yeah, and thank fuck the vagina is not sensitive like a clit. Because that's also a freaking birth canal. Yeah, yeah, I know.

It's pretty enlightening when we realize the clit is actually the primary female sex organ. Like the penis is on a man. And the vagina is not actually a woman's main source of sexual pleasure.

That hole on a woman is more like the asshole of a man. With the g-zone and skin glands being like the prostate. I know, right? And not every man likes having his prostate massaged or to have his asshole penetrated either.

And yeah, I feel like that's the case for women and their g-spots and vagina holes too. Yeah, I bet if men knew penis and vagina sex on us felt more like receiving anal sex does on them. Some of them might be a lot less inclined to have penetrative sex most of the time.

Penis and vagina is just not always where it's at for us ladies, you know. I know, like I said before, I love a little education with my masturbation. Okay, okay, you want to hear some crazy facts about the clit? Okay, okay, you'll love this one as a feminist.

The clitoris wasn't mapped out with all the structures and parts of it identified until 1998. Just over two decades ago. Right? How long have we known exactly what a dick looks like and what it does and all the inner and outer workings of it?

Do you know what a clit actually looks like on the inside? I only just recently found out myself. It's fascinating stuff, really.

Definitely worth studying up on. So yeah, anyway, all that. Definitely worth studying up on.

So yeah, anyway, all the sex bits, they're all similar stuff to me. As a pensexual, for me, they're all just genitals, breasts, and butts that come in different sizes, shapes, and colors. Yeah, yeah, literally.

Some are innies, some are outies, some are long, some are short, some are curvy, some are pointy, some are thick, some are flabby, some are pink, some are brown. Yeah, and some are pussies with protruding clits like a micropenis because of testosterone therapy. And some are small dicks and balls because of estrogen therapy.

Every color of the damn rainbow. So yes, I think of them all sort of interchangeably. Like they're all sex bits, and they can all be fun to play with, you know? Yeah, I even think of nipples as being like dicks or clits.

Sure, even a finger or thumb, an elbow, or an earlobe is like a cock or clitoris to me. For real. Yeah, yeah, basically, if it sticks out, I treat it like a penis or clit.

If it's soft and malleable, I treat it like breasts or testicles. And if it's a hole, I treat it as lovingly and tenderly as a vagina. I told you, pocket-sized and practical.

Yeah? You're ready for more? We're getting way past our estimated one hour of tutelage this evening.

Do you want to change positions, or are we still good sitting like this? Okay, let me know if your legs are falling out. Or are we still good sitting like this? Okay, let me know if your legs are falling asleep.

And how's your frustration tolerance? Oh, you sassy wildcat. That sounds like a challenge, mi amor.

Well then, I can handle it, if you can handle it. Let's keep going then. Okay, well, next.

Maybe it's time for a little skin contact. So, maybe I will reach under the shirt of my pajamas and touch my bare breasts. Oh, and savor the exhilaration of that first direct touch.

Oh, I love the sudden release of happy chemicals in my brain when that initial contact happens. And my heart bursts suddenly with joy. And my heart bursts suddenly through my chest.

I can feel the blood pounding into the palms of my hands. Oh, my hands might then squeeze at my tits softly and tenderly. My fingertips circling the areolas.

My thumbs and index fingers gently tugging and elongating the nipples. Maybe tapping. Or stroking.

Or flicking gently. Oh, fuck. Such a surge of pleasure.

Such a surge of pleasure. My toes curl. My wrist contort.

And a massive wave of satisfying shudders washes through my body. It's like deeply quenching a thirst. I don't know if you've noticed this before, but my left breast is actually bigger than the right one.

And I can feel the slight difference in weight in my palms as I hold and palpitate them. Oh, I love fondling them. Alternating.

Brushing the backs of my hands along my side boobs. Pushing them upwards. And inwards.

Lovingly squishing them. Tugging them. Holding them up in front of me like cannons.

Gently rubbing the palms of my hands in circles over my thick nipples. Lightly milking them. Such a pleasurable experience.

And without expectations for more. Just swimming deep in good medicine right now. Just really loving this body and these curls of mine.

And feeling so fucking thankful to have them right now. Yeah, did I tell you? Yeah, did I tell you? My mother and one of my aunts had double mastectomies.

Yeah, exactly. I'm at a higher risk for breast cancer too. So there will come a time for sure when the girls will have to go.

So I am appreciating them while I can. I'll be okay to say goodbye when that day arrives. But for now, I love them abundantly.

God, this feels so good. Oh yeah, my tits are the perfect amount of sensitive for me. Yeah, I know.

You like it too. You've had several nipple orgasms with me. But I don't think that's happened for me yet when we've been together so far.

Although I'm certain that tongue of yours is gonna do the trick eventually. Yeah, you can hang out there as long as you like, honestly. I love having my boobies slowly and softly suckled.

I really, really do. Yes, and slowly and softly sucking each other's nipples is even better. Oh, it's so enjoyable.

It's like swimming in a tropical sea or exotic oasis. So warm and blissful. I get lost in the sensory exhilaration of it.

Do you touch your nipples when you masturbate? I mean, yeah, if you enjoyed that much during partner sex, it's probably worth experimenting with on your own too. Yeah, I view my nipples like another clit or a small penis.

I do. By lightly circling, tugging, pinching, brushing, licking, sucking, and stroking my nipples, it's like I imagine the same motion and feeling on my clitoris. And then a superhighway opens up between my nipples and my sex, and I feel all of this electricity buzzing through my crotch and midsection.

And the more I massage my chest, the more I feel my clit grow and throb, and my inner labia harden and enlarge. The left one gets especially swollen. And protrudes like a shark fin between my outer labia.

And like a tongue sticking out between my lips, it licks and grazes the fabric of my knickers. And eventually, the teasing along the edge of my fin is overwhelming. It makes it spasm and quiver, and my core tenses and contracts a little.

And I get way too fucking desperate. I have to dive in and touch myself directly. So, with my left hand still playing with my nipple, my right hand will slip inside my panties.

Shall I describe to you what I'm doing with my fingers and my knickers? Right now, I'm running the tip of my middle finger between my pussy lips. Slippery and slick now.

And along the edge of my inner labia, now sticking way out and bursting with sensation. It's probably dark purple and fat with blood. You want to check it out? You want to check? I mean, you can just pull my panties aside a little to fact check if you need to.

No playing there, or I'll get too distracted. Okay, okay, okay. You've taken a very extensive look.

I'm sure you can confirm the color and firmness and wetness by now. No more looking. Time to listen.

Really? All ears, huh? And I thought I was the eager beaver.

I got you to flinch. Flinch? Okay, tell me you don't get a serious dopamine hit every time I shock you with my stupid sex puns.

It's not just me who gets a rush from getting a rise out of you. I know you so well. Sim, você adora.

I love it. And I know you love it, too. Finding ways to press your buttons and getting you to react with surprise, laughter, and a little cringe with a shit I say.

These dynamics have been at the core of our friendship for 30 years.