Snippet 1: Pooja's Passion (Edge of Ecstasy 7) Coming Soon

Once inside her bedroom, Pooja hurriedly locked the door and began taking off her saree. She undraped the saree from her body and threw it on to the floor. She did the same for her blouse and her bra, throwing them on her bed. She loosened the knot on the drawstring for her petticoat and it dropped to the floor. Finally, she removed her panties.

She looked at her naked body in the mirror for half a minute, gazing at her neither too large, neither too small breasts down to her slender waist, down finally to her hairy crotch. She turned to the side looking over her shoulder at the taut roundness of her hips, showing them off to the mirror as if it were a to-be lover. She wondered if she should put her blouse back on but let go of the thought. For some reason beyond her understanding, the strength of her orgasms when she masturbated naked was manifold when she did with even a single garment on.

She climbed on to the bed placing two pillows by her bedpost first and then propped her head on them. She moved her left hand down to open her vaginal lips as with her right she began introducing the brinjal to her genitalia. The brinjal was chilled cold from the fridge and Pooja gasped in discomfort as its coldness met the warmth of her vaginal lips. She rubbed its girth up and down along the centre of her vulva coating it with as much of her fluids as possible before she made her first attempt to push the vegetable inside her. She tried and tried but either her vagina was too tight to take it inside or the vegetable was just too big for her. Even with how wet and turned on as she was, the vegetable did not budge beyond the initial one or two millimeters it had intruded inside her vagina with her first thrust.

Pooja felt frustrated and almost screamed with frustration. Then, she remembered the bottle of oil in her attached bathroom. She got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom grabbing the bottle of a branded hair oil and a hand towel. Climbing on to the bed, she spread out the towel on the bed first and threw the brinjal on to it. Having done that, she opened the bottle of hair oil and applied a very generous amount of it to the brinjal – so much so that the vegetable began dripping hair oil. She placed the now oil-lubricated brinjal in her hands and started her attempt to take it inside her again, spreading her vaginal lips with her left hand as she began pushing it inside her with her right. This time, the brinjal entered her vagina albeit slowly, due to its girth; Pooja gasped loudly as her vaginal insides received a shock from the coldness of the vegetable. Additionally, owing to its girth, it felt like the brinjal was stretching her vagina to the limit. But discomfiting as its coldness and its size was, it was still terrifically satisfying to finally have something inside her.

Pooja began thrusting the brinjal in and out of her vagina with her right hand. The vegetable coated in an adequate slathering of oil mixed with her vaginal fluids made a loud wet squelching noise as it entered and exited her. The first few thrusts were painful owing especially to how cold it felt inside her, making her vaginal walls almost numb but after the first few thrusts were over, feeling returned all over to Pooja’s vagina and she began enjoying her makeshift sex toy. Pooja moved her left hand to the brinjal’s head as well and began thrusting it in and out with both hands, increasing her pace. She began to moan as it ignited her insides. The brinjal no longer felt cold or large; her vagina had accepted it as a suitable stimulator. Pooja increased the pace of her masturbation even more. She could feel an orgasm building up in her loins.

“Godddddd…” she moaned loudly as she felt small pleasure centers inside her vagina begin to explode. Each thrust felt like it would just ignite her orgasm but despite the pace with which she was now masturbating, moving the brinjal in and out of her more than a few times every second, the tension continued to build up slowly. Pooja yelled in frustration, aware that she would perhaps now be audible outside her house but she was too far gone to care. She continued to thrust, clenching her teeth – she could feel a small stream of some kind of viscous fluid drip down outside her vagina, most likely a mixture of the hair oil and her fluids. It went down her loins in a ticklish trickle. Her vagina felt like it was on fire but it simply refused to finish.