Here is a fantasy. Put yourself into it. Become the subject, the “I”. See if you like it:
My sex. In the open and open. The sky is warm. The air is warm. There is just a hint of a breeze.
A hand. Two fingers. One on each side of my lips. They press down firmly and squeeze gently. Just enough that my lips plump up and flush slightly. I pulse. Moisture comes.
Another finger. This ones dips just slightly into the warm fluid appearing at the opening to my body. A lovely lubricant. Wet, now, the finger gently spreads the moisture over my plump lips, sliding deliciously, teasing sensations to life. My clitoris responds, hardening under the slick touch.
Then, a tongue. Teasing. Flicking gently. Tasting.
A mouth. Two different sorts of lips join the fun. They cover my clitoris with their warmth and suck. Gently at first, then more purposefully. My sex erupts in a wave of tingling sensations. The circumference of my sexual entrance awakens and pulses.
Noticing, the tongue accepts the invitation and slides inside me. Discovering the depths within. My buttocks tighten and my hips move to get more of that lovely feeling. The tongue inside me. Moving soft and warm and slick and pliable. Those lips, continuing to suck.
The sensations build.
Then, the fingers reappear. The tongue has work to do on the outside. Tasting, licking, flicking, tickling, caressing. They take its place inside of me. First one, then two. Moving in and out. Pressing against my contracting muscles. Searching for that knot of nerves that brings so much pleasure.
The combination of sensations converge to bring me to beautiful orgasm and release. The waves of pleasure wash over me and I breathe.
My own hand, then, moves to that warm place between my legs where the pulsing is subsiding, and I smile. Satiated.