Manual controls

The air is still, hanging with expectation. It is a hot, humid night – the kind where it is hard to settle, relax, sleep.

I lie on my bed, just out of the shower, but already feeling beads of sweat starting to form down my back and under my breasts. I run my hands over them, stroking my fingers over my nipples round and round until they start to tingle and send waves of excitement down to my groin.

As these waves run down my body, I slowly echo the direction with my hands, gliding them down from my breasts, slowly towards my stomach, hips, thighs so gently and lightly that the back of my neck also tingles. My fingers take a right angle turn from my thighs to my groin and I feel my mound and pubic hair through thin cotton knickers. I like to seduce myself slowly, as the anticipation makes the finale all the more delicious.

I stroke this mound through the layer of cotton, going nowhere near the pink dragon in his damp cave, who is now starting to wake from his deep slumber. My fingers move in tiny circles, alternating between the pads of my fingers and the edges of my nails. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation. Then the cheeky middle finger of my right hand tentatively dips under the side of the gusset and carefully slides across the outer labia to the area around the clitoris.

I give out an involuntary gasp at the sudden surge of arousal and gear change this brings about. No longer idle caresses – now the rocket is fuelling for take-off! And so the cheeky finger grows bolder and begins to pulsate faster and faster, sending waves of electricity through my body. My lower body begins to tilt upwards and wriggle and jerk up and down. The finger has a mind of its own and seems to move independently while I am no longer in control of my body, panting and groaning. I keep my eyes shut so nothing distracts me from the waves of ecstasy shooting through me from head to toe.

Then it happens. I always have a warning it’s on its way as I get a high pitched muffled sound in my ears – like ducking under water. My entire body shakes in one giant spasm and a powerful, joyous tidal wave overcomes me. My mind is completely empty for a few seconds. I gasp and moan and want to shout ‘yes’ but hold back so I wake no one. I then feel the urge to bury my face in the pillow next to me and hug it.

Ode to my buzz / Protest song

My buzzer’s like a ‘zz zz’ noise

That’s perfectly in tune

Oh, my buzz is like the ecstasy

That turns me to a lune


As great are you my buzzing friend

So much in bliss am I

And I will switch you on, my pal

‘Til all your power has died


‘Til all my thrills tire me, my friend

And my body takes no more

But I adore you still, my friend

Even when you make me sore


So in the drawer, my lively friend

Save your juice for later

When we meet again, my friend

For more buzzing, I wager.

Apologies to Robbie Burns and anyone who admires his work!

Protest Song

My silver bullet is my special friend

She knows just what to do

She touches me like nothing else

And turns me all a pinkish hue


My silver wand of magic power

Takes me away from here

Soaring high like a bird of prey

Over snow-capped mountains we steer


The ground so far below, it looks so small

I want to stay this high,

And not return to this body,

As the sparks from top to toe fly.


Oh, silver bullet don’t fade away, please

Stay strong for me, my friend

I need your special touch below

To feel the great tingles you send


But four nights in a row – is that too much?

Does it really all say

That I’m addicted to your buzz?

Other pleasures have gone away


So I don’t have a choice in this pursuit

I lie alone in bed

With just a pillow by my side

And my hunger needs to be fed.