Natural Medicine Turns Steamy

This sexy story excerpt from “Owning It: Embracing Our Bodies, Sexuality, and Power” by Stephani Maari Booker is published with permission.

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I hear baby doll coming up the stairs. The bedroom door opens, and she steps in carrying a small glass bowl with a spoon or something in it in one hand. A big bath towel hangs over one arm. She walks to her side of the bed and places the bowl and the towel on the nightstand.

“It’s ready,” she says. “I made sure to stir it up while holding the bowl in my hand and let it sit for a moment so it won’t be cold.”

“Shoot, it better not be cold like straight out of the refrigerator!”

“It’s not! See, stick your finger in it.” She picks up the bowl and offers it to me.

I stick my pointer finger in it. It’s watery but creamy at the same time, and it’s not cold. “Yeah, that’ll work,” I tell her.

“All right, let’s get ready.” She bends and reaches under the nightstand, and she pulls out a pair of latex gloves.

“Putting on gloves like a good nurse, huh?” I remark, bad girl-on-girl porn images dancing in my head.

“Like a good natural health practitioner should!” she declares, proud as a peacock.

“So, you want me on my back with my legs in the air, Dr. All-Natural? Too bad we don’t have stirrups attached to the bed.”

“Actually, I think it would be easier for us both if you were on your belly.”

“Oooh, you’re gonna take me from behind!”

“Yes, I’m going to administer the treatment from the rear,” she answers, trying to sound all serious. “When you turn over, put some pillows under you so you can rest on your knees with your butt raised up.”

“Boy, that’s a more compromising position than the one they put you in at the doctor’s office.”

“Heh, heh,” she chuckles with a little attitude, and then she says, “Oh yeah, and lay this towel over the pillows.”

“Yeah, this big thing’s good mess prevention.”

I stack the pillows and then straddle them to make sure my butt is up and I’m comfortable. Then I take the towel and drape it over the pillows.

After tucking the towel under the pillows a bit and making other adjustments, I take off my panties and assume the position: ass up, legs bent and wrapped around a pile of pillows, head down, turned to the side and resting on my arms.

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I feel the fitted sheet shift and the bed sink a little, letting me know my baby has gotten in bed behind me. The bed rocks a bit, and then I feel her touch on both my feet. I raise my head and look; her legs are stretched out around me, her feet brushing against my calves. I put my head back down, and I wait.

I feel the flat of one hand on my left butt cheek. I’m surprised there’s no glove on it, but I guess she doesn’t need gloves on both hands. So long as she doesn’t touch my infected coochie with that hand, it’s okay. Her bare hand is warm and steady against me.

Now a smooth bluntness pushes against and parts my lips…

“Umh.” Wet. Slick. Smooshy. Ooooh.

“You all right?” she asks. Her voice is quiet and sweet.

“Yes. Oh yes,” I tell her.

She starts stirring my pot, sweeping around and around, making me tingle on the outside and ache on the inside.

“Ohhhhh.”

“You’re opening up a bit,” she says. “I want to add some yogurt so I can give you more coverage, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s fine, baby. Give me more.”

She pulls out. I miss her, but not for long. More, she gives me: more yogurt, more fingers. More stirring.

“Uhhhh.”

“How’s that?” she says while stroking my back with her left hand.

“It’s good, baby. It’s good.”

So full and so deep, but I’m greedy, so I push against her fingers. Her response makes me moan: pressing, twisting, pulling, pressing, twisting, pulling, pressing, twisting, pulling…

“Mmmmmm…” I’m open. Sucking her into me. Before, my cooch was so irritated it felt tight and closed like a drawstring bag. Sticking the anti-yeast cream applicator in my poonani felt about as good as sticking it in my ear. Now it’s open and soft and loose and she’s pushing and probing and stretching and I’m soothed and excited and grateful…yes, yes, yes!

“Faster, baby. Do it hard and fast.”

“You sure? You ready for that?” she asks.

“Yes, please baby. I’m ready for it! Can’t you tell?”

She giggles a little, and then takes a short breath. Then, the smooth, slick fullness pumping in me. I hear and feel the slurping and smacking of yogurt, latex, poonani and fingers.

“Ooh! Yes! Mmph!”

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 I grunt and automatically raise my butt to bounce my poonani hard on Freya’s gloved fingers, while moving my arms from under my head to reach out and grab the wooden headboard to brace myself.

“Do it! Uh, yes, give it to me!” I’m riding and slamming my baby doll’s fingers so hard that the bed is shaking.

Then I feel it; the contractions, pushing from the inside out, so strong they feel like they’re gonna force Freya’s fingers out of me.

“Aah, oh yes!” I cry over and over until I’m crying out with no more words.

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