This Body Is Mine Now (5)
"Haaah... haaa..."
Swept away by the shocking wave of pleasure from my first orgasm, I'm slumped against the wall, panting breathlessly. The floor is soaked with fluids from my body, and mine is trembling like a leaf in the wind from the shock, barely holding myself up against the wall.
I've read somewhere that a woman's pleasure is far stronger than a man's, and she can experience it multiple times in a row. No way to prove it, of course. But having felt both male and female climaxes, I can confidently say: women have it way better. Overwhelmingly so.
To get into details... a guy's orgasm feels like energy draining out from down there, right? But for a woman, it's like that delicious excitement circulating back inside me. And if you feel that one after another? Just imagining it sends a shiver down my spine. Fear? Excitement? Who knows. But I can easily guess my brain would melt all over again.
The afterglow doesn't last long. My excitement-shaking body starts forcibly calming down from fatigue. As the floating sensation settles a bit, I take in the state of my room.
"What a mess."
The area where I just masturbated is drenched in my fluids, and the vibrator I dropped from my hand is lying nearby. My clothes, tossed off in the heat of the moment, are scattered close by too.
"Sigh..."
Guess I gotta clean up. I grab a towel from the bathroom and wipe up the puddles first. As I scrub the pools, a faint sweet scent wafts up. The vibrator, soaked from contact with my fluids, gets a rinse too.
I strip off the skimpy black lingerie clinging to my body and set it aside with the clothes. It doesn't seem too soaked—probably just needs a wash later. Dragging my most drenched part—myself—to the shower is the hardest.
"Ow."
Standing straight makes my legs quiver again. No strength in them, so I lean on the sink for support. Masturbating as a girl sure takes it out of you. Hits me anew.
Whoosh—the shower sprays warm water, washing over me. It soaks my long hair, streams down my body. My thighs, slick with love juices, get cleaned by the flow. And my pussy... gets cleaned too.
"Ah. Nngh."
Gotta clean inside thoroughly. So touching's unavoidable. And getting a little turned on from it? Just a natural reaction. Yeah, totally.
Once my body's roughly clean, it's time for my first-time partner: the vibrator. I hold it under the spray to rinse off my fluids. Come to think of it, I was in such a rush to buy and use it that I didn't really inspect it.
A sleek pink rod with graceful curves. Made solely to heighten pleasure. And the tool that gave me my first orgasm.
Bzzz—
"Ah."
I turn it on like I'm entranced, and the water droplets on its surface vibrate along, some flying off. The vibrations make the drops squirm visibly.
...One more time?
My pleasure-tasting brain decides faster than I can think. My hand's already moving. I press the buzzing vibrator back to my pussy.
"Hyat. Nngh."
The moment it touches my clit again, my slutty body jerks with a reflexive moan. Maybe fiddling with it during the shower primed me. But who cares right now.
"Hiiih... nngh."
I'm not holding back my voice like before. It's the bathroom. Water's running constantly. My hips move on their own again, instinctively grinding against the vibe for more pleasure.
"Nngh. Huuh."
Hot breaths mix with moans spilling out naturally. Under the pouring water, my body's heading toward climax once more.
"Aahh."
I rub the vibe against my pussy hole a bit. Last time I focused only on the clit, ignoring the entrance. The untouched hole seems to clench tighter with every wave of pleasure. Way too narrow to insert anything yet. Plus, kinda wasteful to break my hymen like this. Not that I know if I'll ever end up in a guy's arms for sex.
With these pervy thoughts, my body's heating up more.
Click—bzzz—
Half curiosity, half lust, I press the intensity button again. The effect is immediate.
"Nngah?!"
Just the second level out of five, but the vibration hits way harder than expected. Probably 'cause it's right on my most sensitive spot. One thing's sure: the ramped-up buzz mercilessly torments that exact place.
"Uuh. Nngah. Haaah... ah."
Moans won't stop. My body keeps shaking, excitement building, physical fatigue accelerating. But even then, my honest body refuses to pull the vibe away. Instead, my heated hips thrust forward, grinding wildly to amp up the pleasure.
The end's approaching. Second climax, but this pre-peak moment—painful yet the most thrilling, blissful instant—is pure ecstasy.
"C-cumming... nngh. Hyak. Huht?!"
I meant to say "I'm cumming," but instinctual pleasure waves drown my will. The surging bliss devolves my speech to primal levels. Only slutty moans pour from my mouth again.
"Haaaah!"
Unlike before, I cry out loud. The release of breath brings an inexplicable liberation. My pussy squirts fluids again, but the shower rinses them away. My clenched legs go weak, quivering. Without gripping the sink, I'd have collapsed.
The second orgasm's afterglow fades fast under the water. I rinse between my thighs once more, then shampoo my hair and soap my body.
The simple but far-from-short shower ends. I towel off thoroughly. Drying every nook of my new body is decent eye candy. Especially toweling my generous tits—more than "not bad," it was a pretty great time.
With my hair wrapped and twisted in the towel, I drag my utterly spent body to bed naked. Exhausted from back-to-back sessions, it feels like a thousand pounds. My whole body's limp and languid.
I could crash like this—no one's judging—but plenty of day remains. I grab my phone from the bed and check the time.
17:02
...Already this late? I got home around 2, so excluding flop-around time, that's at least two hours of masturbating, showering, and masturbating again. Took longer than I thought. Lost track of time completely.
"Nngh... ugh."
I haul my floppy body up and dry my still-damp hair. First time washing and drying with this body takes way more effort than expected. Finally get why girls with long hair complain.
Once dry, my energy-drained body starts screaming for food. Can't ignore it anymore, so I order pork bossam rice box from my usual nearby spot. Craving something hearty after burning all that stamina.
Post-order, I tidy clothes and get dressed. Pull a new lingerie set from the shopping bag, slip it on, then grab a T-shirt and loose pajama pants.
The black set from earlier? Folded neatly by the laundry basket. Not running a load yet. Feels like... I might wear it again tomorrow.
Then I boot up the computer. Gotta buy clothes I skipped this afternoon. The ancient rig takes forever to start. Meanwhile, the bossam arrives.
"Thanks for the food."
No one's listening, but habit's habit. I eat while firing up the internet. Got my buys planned: white tees in my size, a few dolphin pants I've always wanted to try, several stockings. Some for play... yeah, a few'll probably get ripped. Torn stockings—practically synonymous with slutty.
Rest I'll buy in-store after checking fit. Don't know my measurements well yet; can't just grab blindly.
Meal ends satisfied and simple, shopping wraps up same time. Should arrive quick. 21st-century logistics rule.
Normally I'd game the evening away, but too wiped today. Bedtime it is.
Looking back, what a packed day. Sudden TS. First gawking at a girl's body. And it's mine. Then desirous stares, unplanned lingerie shopping, first adult store... humiliating memories. Culminating in first masturbation. And second.
Really a lot happened. And as a woman now, more awaits. But that's for tomorrow. Maybe new thrills too.
With that, I spend my first night as a woman.
Next morning. Package at the door. And I know what's inside.
Gulp—
A mix of anticipation, tension, and a dash of excitement as I grab it and head inside.
Creeeak—
Bam!