Orgasm. There was that word again. She swallowed to herself. Her thoughts turned to her last lover. It had been a long time, and the relationship was ...certainly less than perfect. She could remember bits and pieces of glory though. One of which was a session of lovemaking that had made her knees weak for days and still fueled sessions of her self-pleasure sessions. She remembered the length and girth of his cock that night. Cock….she laughed to herself. It wasn’t like her to use such language.. Her finger moved to the heat between her legs, tracing softly around the skin between her thigh and labia. Autumn drew in a sharp breath, and trailed her finger up her damp slit. The electricity of it lifted her hips off the mattress, and crashed her back down into it. Her middle finger drew small circles around her clit, teasing the hood up and down. Her left hand grasped into the sheets, its cool silk flowing between her fingers. Her right hand continued to play artist on her clit, drawing. Elvis was there sitting in the backseat of his pristine pink ’59 Eldorado Cadillac playing his guitar and singing to his beloved mother, Gladys. Liberace was there resplendent with his candelabra playing his grand piano and cracking jokes, as was Will Rogers twirling his lariat, while giving his humorous opinions on current events. President Kennedy was kissing Marilyn Monroe and Andy Warhol was surrounded by Campbell soup cans. Only, when I awakened, I knew it was all a dream. Even though I. And my expectations are very high regarding my choice of girl whom I date or be friends . Well one very nice day I was surfing my phone and was looking over the apps where I saw wechat has shake option in which you can talk to strangers .So I started using that app and I was shaking and the options where popping time passed saw many beauty’s but no one replied first I thought it’s just fake all the users are fake later when I stopped and pushed the back button there was option people nearby.