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A Fifty Shades of Grey Moment

Mm, its time for a Fifty Shades of Grey Moment
Mind, body, heart, and soul, gratification of its true components
 
I hurry to disrobe
Moments such as this happens around the globe
In the bed alone as I lay
Did I say
A woman’s private toy of pleasure
Silent moans of release from its measure
Hand to vibrator stroking private parts
Cone shaped dome humming away in the dark
Duel, high powered, my body gyrating under a slow intensity
A breast cuddled, one hand worshiping my secret garden without mental density
 
Climax on the way
A beautiful alone time to play
And today is my birthday
I woke up like this
And yes, I’m a Miss.
Man, at work so he can’t taste or hit this
What’s a girl to do
To drive away my Horney blues
 
I lay upon my silken sheets
Reaching in my image archive to cerebrally meet
A man of my imagination to carry me over a euphoric throne
My vibrator is always determined to make me moan  
Its duty and passion is to make me cum
My private time being thrilled, desires of the mind to be won
 
Caressing the hilt twirling it around
As I’m inching it slowly down
 
Playing hide and seek
Moving my toy faster to the melody of my erotic body tweaks
From the heightening pleasure
Self-pleasing my hidden sunken treasure
Pre-climatic juices begin to join the game
This moment in time has no name
 
Wait, maybe a Fifty Shades of Grey Moment Elation
A soft calling for female masturbation  
 
Silken passage the tip as I glide
No man needed once the helmet is inside
Back arched in grace, Oh God this feels so good
Does this act question my womanly sainthood
Men reading this concept think the act is misunderstood
 
Overactive
It’s never abstractive
Don’t have to shake my hips or even be attractive
I love you men with all I have
Sexual power under my hand is like soothing salve
See I’m finished
Mental image has completely diminished
Wet between thighs better than day dreaming
For a moment yes, it was uplifting and quite steamy
 
The low speed brings my trembling body back down to earth
I feel at one, a soulful rebirth
I place my vibrator away for other lonely times
When no one else is around
No aftermath sounds
The beauty in its humming
As my vibrator is drumming
To the beat of my carnal tune
A quick feeling gone too soon
Sensitive lips kisses my vibrator as it withdraws from its job
Clear coated of my essence, this time no pearly globs
 
I’ll see you soon, maybe even at noon
Under the stars or the bathing light as it streams into my room
From a luminous high sitting moon
I feel so relaxed, elated as I put my vibrator away
Until it’s needed again to come out and play
One could only hope and pray
I have to say
Don’t worry there’s no need for any foreplay
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I got great sex education, and I always knew that if I wanted to be sexually active, I had to have safe sex.

Jenny Slate
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