Some Q&A For the Ladies - Fingering

[DriveSouth]

I love being fingered. As well as feeling a tongue, feeling a finger is an essential part of the foreplay for me. Fingering gets the juices flowing for the main event.

Remember, the years of high school dating when fingering was the main event? I'm old enough to have had the fun of drive in movies ....... wow, such pleasant memories of being fingered.

Exactly Louise. We had balcony at the local movie theater that seemed to be reserved for such.

 

[pisces_girl]

I very much enjoy being fingered by my lover. I love it best when he spontaneously and while in public places, finds a way to slip his fingers inside of me.
Deep probing, and expert fingers wriggling inside of me!

I am really surprised that no one so far has mentioned having their ass fingered.
Nothing will send me over the edge quicker and into orgasmic bliss, than when my lover goes down on me...and while fingering me and giving me a good tongue lashing, he inserts his little finger into my ass. Drives me absolutely wild!!!

How public exactly? It sounds so risky and naughty!

 

[DriveSouth]

How public exactly? It sounds so risky and naughty!

Yes Rose, how public?

 

[SeekingMore418]

Such a naughty idea. Such naughty memories of sneaking a feel, sneaking fingers into panties. Sneaking legs apart, sneaking, probing ...

Ladies, do you like to be fingered? If so, how? When? While being licked and sucked and tongued? Or from behind as he has you pinned against the bed, pinned against a wall.

So ladies - your feelings, wants, desires, fantasies involving fingering?

I love being fingered. My most favorite is in the movie theater, while he is driving, or if there are table clothes on the table at a nice restaurant. His hand starts on my knee, moving up my thigh slowly, pressing inside my thighs encouraging me to spread my legs. Of course, no panties, makes for very easy access to my hot pussy.
Once, I was with my partner at the time sitting across from his parents at a very nice restaurant. He started at my knee, moving his hand up...just as described previously. When he pushed my legs open wider, he looked down at me and smiled. When I spread my legs, I took the opportunity to move closer to him and grasp onto his arm with both hands. It was a normal act but if his parents knew what we were doing under the table. Now I'm dripping wet thinking about it.