The Pleasure Dome

Author's Note: It may come as no surprise to my readers that I REALLY like sex. In addition to time spent with lovers and clients, I often take care of my own needs. Most often this is just a simple self-pleasure in the shower or before I go to sleep to relax. Other times though I truly pamper myself and engage in the high art of self-love. The following is an account of one of those experiences. The poem referenced in the story is Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and was written in 1797. I believe all intellectual property rights have passed to the public domain.

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The Pleasure Dome or Tammy's aesthetics of self-pleasure

It had been a tough week. I was finishing up my junior year of college and between exams, giving legit massages and dates with three of my regular sex work clients I was exhausted. When I woke up Saturday morning it was late and the weather outside was dreary and wet. A long soaking rain had settled over the city, but I didn't mind. It suited my mood rather well.

I took my time getting up. Today was going to be a lazy day focused entirely on me. I made some coffee and a simple breakfast and then jumped in the shower. I adjusted to water to as hot as I could handle and luxuriated in the flow of warmth over my body. I slid my soapy hands slowly over my petite but very firm breasts and down over my hips. My shaved, smooth, little cock responded, hardening to stand up to its full five or so inches and pressed against my belly. I rubbed soap into it, enjoying the slick feeling and the tingling throughout my body. I also soaped up my ass and probed my tight little rosebud a little. If I had something to do that day I would have made myself cum right there, but today was different so I nursed the horny feeling along.

I toweled myself dry and wiped the steam off of the mirror. I grabbed my bottle of lavender scented body oil. I sat on a little bench I have in my bathroom and I luxuriated in the warm feeling of my hands rubbing the oil into my soft skin. I rubbed the oil down first one leg then the other in long smooth strokes. Then across my chest, teasing and pinching my nipples into hard little nubs. I continued down my flat little belly to my little girl cock, and down between my legs to push an oil lubricated finger into my ass. I once again rubbed my little cock hard until I gasped in pleasure, and once again stopped short of cumming.

I slipped on a black silk short robe and padded in bare feet across the hardwood floor down a short hall out to my bedroom. I stripped the bed and replaced the sheets with a nice silk set my Mom got me for my birthday. I set out a bottle of lube and got my newest dildo out and laid them on my bedside table. I hadn't used the dildo yet, honestly it was just too pretty for everyday use.

The dildo was a long glass dildo with a graceful shallow S curve to it that was a gift from a client. One end had the head of a stylized penis; the other was just a smooth curved handle of sorts. The whole thing was an iridescent wand that changed colors in different kinds of light. It was really a work of art and I cherished it.

I fluffed my pillow and jumped into bed. I grabbed the remote a put on some really soft and exotic flute music. What to do? I knew I wanted to have a very special time. I could put on some porn, but that just wasn't suiting my mood. Maybe read some erotica? Closer. Ahh, I remembered a poem by Coleridge that had really gotten my blood pumping in English Lit.

I found a version on YouTube. It was narrated by an English actor with a deep, sexy and soothing voice.

Perfect!

I hit play and lay back, closing my eyes. His sultry voice immediately invaded my entire being.

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea."

"Mmmhmmm" I moaned softly as I let my manicured fingernails tickle the skin on my chest. My silk robe was falling open, slippery on the silk sheets. I poured some oil into my hands and began by rubbing and caressing the small perky mounds of my breasts. As he reached the last line of the stanza I was pinching and teasing my hard nipples. In the pause I reached for my pretty dildo, back arching prettily.

"So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round;

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery."

"Ahhh yessss" I exclaimed at the perfection of his deep voice, accent and lovely diction. My mouth was watering so I slid my pretty dildo between my soft red lips. My hand travelled down my body to give my stiff little girl cock a quick squeeze that made me cry out again.

I trailed the now wet head of the dildo down my neck and between the soft mounds of my breasts. Traveling further over the soft swell of my belly and skirting my aching little cock to slide between my legs.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

"MMM Ohhhh Fuuuuuck!" I cried out as I pushed the head of my pretty dildo against my tight opening. I pushed harder and the head slid past my resistance just as the narrator hit that "demon lover" line. All of a sudden I really want to fuck a demon! Sensation completely took over my body, my back arched and fell, my mouth making these involuntary noises, "mmm mmm mmm."

"And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:

And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river."

"Oohhh fuccking god!" my hips were thrusting. It was too much, too fast. All that talk of "mighty fountains" almost threw me over the edge. I wanted to time this to the end. I griped the sheets hard, crying out, my hips gyrating, trying to stop this freight train from going off the cliff. I was panting hard when my body finally cooperated and calmed just a notch.

"Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!"

Backing off, I focus on building back up slowly, my hands exploring my body. My mouth finds my fingers and I suck them deep, my other hand working the dildo in and out of my tight little ass, slowly. I still haven't completely opened up to it and there is a pressure with the pleasure that is driving me crazy.

"A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song, "

"mmm, mmm, mmm." I was moaning insistently. The smooth glass dildo was sliding in and out of my ass more easily now. My hips were gyrating and writhing in pleasure and the delicious restraint of not wanting to take myself too far too soon. My heart is racing, my skin feels like it is on fire and I want to burn. I want it to consume me whole and leave behind nothing but ash.

"To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!"

"Oh god fucking beware! MMM Yeeaahhhaaaahh!" some part of me is aware of how ridiculous I sound, but I can't help it. I am so far away from reason and language it might as well be on another continent. My hips are thrusting hard as I grip the handle and fuck myself hard. My fingers are pumping in and out of my mouth like I'm giving them head. I don't dare touch my little cock, it is already overstimulated and on a hair trigger just from bouncing against my belly. Almost there!

"His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise."

And I do! I clench my eyes shut, but not with dread but unholy desire. This demon lover of my imagination now has a face, wrapped in flowing long hair that crackles like live electricity, his eyes burning like white hot fire as he fills me with his demon lust!

I grip my little cock hard and pump it once, twice, and thrice. My back arches as if to meet my demon lover's thrust. The dam breaks and jets of hot cum are showering me all over my chest, neck and face. My legs quiver with the force of it. My mouth is open in a soundless cry, and still more jets of hot cum splash across my wanton body. I swear I have never cum this hard in my life. It just keeps going on and on until little electric sparks appear at the edge of my vision and I realize I am holding my breath and about to pass out.

Finally back to some semblance of reality I breathe, taking in big gasps of delicious, cool, rain scented air. I open my eyes and look down at myself. "Jesus, I look like I just got back from a bukake party." I say out loud taking some on my finger and bringing it to my mouth. Then I am laughing. Like fit laughing, like deep soul wrenching laughter. It's not really all that funny the sane part of my brain tells me.

When the laughter finally leaves, I am physically and emotionally spent. I barely have enough energy to get a towel and wipe all of that cum off of me. Darkness descends and dreams of far off exotic lands take me away from reality for the rest of the day.