(Note: This story is purely fictional, please do not try this in private!)
Allow me to tell you how I came to be a part of the Love Snake, it’s an interesting story. I never intended to do anything special, except to be a regular woman, with a child and a husband, and to spend my evenings by the fire, cooking dinner with other women… but now I’ve changed, and I don’t want to go down that road. And I don’t really have any other path.
I think I’ve made it through fourteen winters and am starting to think about a lot of brand new things, including what’s happening between my legs. I’ve noticed the pleasure that flows throughout my body, that’s for sure, but it’s starting to be rather needy, and I often unconsciously find myself squirming with my hand there, not waking up to what I’m doing.
I always finish my morning work at my favorite spot, a nice sunny beach along the river. The spot was very private, with many trees, and I could satisfy my desires as if I were in a private space. One morning I noticed that the spring flowers were beginning to bloom, so I picked up a mat and went down to the warm beach to soak up the sun and perhaps entertain myself in some other way.
When I arrived the other day I saw a snake right where I like to sit. As I approached I realized it was a non-venomous snake, so I spoke gently to it and sat down to observe it. It was as long as I was tall, and as thick as a grown man’s thumb, or maybe thicker, I don’t quite remember. I talked to him, calling him “little brother”, and he seemed to enjoy my touching his dark brown, scaly head. It was as if we had become friends, me and a snake. Shortly afterward, I stretched out on the mat in the sunlight, just like the snake.
It felt so incredibly comfortable lying there, and I pulled up my skirt to feel the warm sunlight on my lower female parts. The sensation was always wonderful, and soon I was rubbing both petals with all kinds of stimulation, ready to enter my slit with my left finger as usual. To my surprise, I realized that “little brother”
was below me, and its head was at my stiletto, the forked tongue teasing and flicking rapidly.
I pushed it away, but when I tried to pleasure myself again, its head was there again.
Now I was getting a little annoyed and mad at the snake, how come it kept stopping my pleasure? It’s an innate search for pleasurable pleasure, almost everyone does it, and I had actually felt close to orgasm when I lost my self-control and suddenly all the pleasure between my legs just disappeared without a trace in a matter of seconds. Only because of the snake.
I sit up, but it doesn’t move. Worse, its tongue tastes my womanhood and nectar and crawls closer! Expecting something to happen, and ready for anything that could bring joy, I just watch and let it come closer. His hard nose brushed against my succulent engorged lips (my gateway to pleasure) and it was obvious that he wanted to explore my secret passage. I parted my lips and was delighted that the snake was actually crawling my insides!
I leaned my back against the cushion, unable to stop my own behavior. A cold strip slowly entered deep inside me, and the writhing form of my “dick” was visible on my belly as I reached a fullness I had never felt before. Then my uterus began to contract, a wave of heat rushed out, my whole body felt like an electric shock, the pleasure like a waterfall, I just reached an orgasm! It was so amazing, because I had never had anything else inside my flower gate (other than my finger), it was a whole new experience, a game I knew I would try again. But once the orgasm subsided, I cleaned up and left with a limp body.
(concluded)