Reading in bed [F]

Your phone buzzed and, your heart jumping, you glance down at it expectantly. Sure enough, it contains a message from me. You hurriedly unlock your phone and open the app. Enclosed is that day’s story. As your eyes rake the small screen you can feel your pussy grow slick with cum. You find yourself squirming, aching to create contact with something, anything as the story develops. My words never failed to excite you. They were always so detailed and explicit that that you could easily close your eyes and imagine yourself taking the lead role, regardless of how fanciful. Today’s story was no different. Pausing, you close your eyes and picture my strong arms holding close as my cock thrusts in and out of your cunt. You can almost feel my hardness violating your swollen sex, your vaginal walls gripping and tugging as I saw in and out of you. Your hand drifts unconsciously to the outside of your panties, and you are not surprised to find a small patch of wetness. Lately, despite the physical reaction my stories elicited, you could not bring yourself to take it any further and achieve that much desired release. Reluctantly, you move your hand back to your phone and continue scrolling.

When you reach the end, you toss your phone onto the bed and take several calming breaths. As you roll over a single drop of liquid escapes your cotton panties and creeps down your inner thigh. You hate the way I knew how to work you up, but loved the way I knew how to make your heart race and your nethers leak. How I stoked the furnace between your legs as your body shamelessly responded to my words. The aching in your lions does little to minimize the pain radiating through your abdomen and lower back. *Maybe tomorrow*, you think as you close your eyes and try to drift to sleep.

As per usual lately, sleep does not come easily. What little sleep you do manage is punctuated with nightmares and you awake panicked and anxious. You move to the shower, your eyes lingering over the single razor perched on the vanity, and you have to clench your hand, your fingernails digging into your palm, to resist the temptation to reach out for it. The searing of the scalding water causes you to gasp as you step into the shower. Hundreds of burning pinpricks land on your back and shoulders as you try to acclimate to the temperature. The fiery liquid streams down your back, through your legs, and over your still-swollen lips. The sensation makes you bend over and press your forearm against the cool wall of the shower. The new position allows a greater torrent of water to flood over your lips, but it does little to sate the need still lingering from last night. With a deep sigh you step back and begin lathering your hair with shampoo and soaping up your body. Your hands only briefly pass over your breasts, but your nipples react instinctively.

You barely hear the buzz of your phone over the roar of the water. Peeking your head around the shower curtain, the flashing light on your phone confirms that it wasn’t a figment of your imagination. Quickly, you rinse off and crank the knobs to the off position. Not waiting for the water to stop, you leap from the shower and wrap a towel around yourself. You hands are still a little wet, and you fumble as you grab your phone. You open the app, but are disappointed to find no waiting message.

You punch up the story from last night without thinking about it, and before long the hungry ache is back. Your eyes are glued to the small screen as your wander back to your bedroom leaving a trail of damp footprints in your wake. You reach your bed just as your begin the juicy part and, letting the towel fall limply into a pile, you climb naked under the sheet. Whether your lips are slick with lingering moisture from the shower or from your renewed arousal, in the scant seconds they are exposed, your still-damp pussy is shocked by the coolness of your room. Now encased under the bedding your furnace is able to build up properly. You close your eyes again and envision the scene you just read. Imagine my body pressing against yours, my cock filling you, my breath tickling your neck as my lips and tongue caress it.

Your lips part as you let out a small whimper. Before you know it you hand in under the sheets and running lightly over your swollen lips. They are overly sensitive due to lack of contact, and you jump as your fingertips connect. Sighing, you let move down and feel how full and engorged they are. Plump and full of blood. Tingling and begging to be touched. You smile as your recall another story. A glorious one where I selflessly devour your pussy while you lie back, a mere participant. A drop of cum hovers on the precipice as your fingers reach your cleft, and they provide the necessary lubricant.

Comfortably coated, your fingers glide frictionlessly over your lips, spreading them to expose your clit to the warm air. It pokes out minutely from under your hood as if begging for stimulation. With your middle and ring finger, you move in one circuitous motion from peak to trough, feeling the blood pulsing just beneath the surface. Your hips thrust upwards as your fingers glide over your vagina, causing them to dip inside briefly. The invasion makes you groan with need and you have to restrain yourself from thrusting them all the way inside. Instead, you resume the stroking and petting of your vulva as you picture my tongue lapping up your juices. Imagining grabbing my hair and forcing it into your cunt as I feast on your beautify pussy.

Your breath quickens and your face flushes as you remember the way your box drooled over the thought of my face pressed into you. Moving upward, you begin to stroke your hood and you shudder as your fingertips brush the head of your clit. Biting down on your bottom lip, you increase the pressure on your pleasure button. Your head lolls back and your eyes close as forgotten sensations wash over you. Your nipple catches on your upper arm as you reposition to leverage pressure on your greedy jewel. In response, you raise your other hands and take your breast in your palm.

Your breath is coming in short gulps now. Kneading your breast with one hand while the other continues working on in tight circles. You can feel the pressure beginning to build in you abdomen, and the pain residing there has nearly completely diminished. Grasping your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, you squeeze hard. The almost-involuntary action elicits as gasp as your nerves ignite. A shockwave radiates from the clamped nub and quickly spreads to your throbbing clit. As you release it, the familiar burn is replaced almost immediately with a warm rush.

Flashes of the various stories run through your mind like a slideshow without control. My cock violating your ass, pussy, and mouth. My hand spanking your ass until you cry out in combined pleasure and pain. My mouth…god, my mouth, devouring your lips, your neck, your earlobes, and your pussy. With a cry, you begin to cum, bucking your hips in spasmodic motions. You fight to stay in contact with your pulsing cunt as your thrash and writhe against the mattress. In one moment your fingers are attacking your clit and the next they are buried in you gaping pussy.

“Ahhhh” You sigh aloud, reveling in the glory of your vagina stretching to accommodate the newcomers. You envision my cock pumping in and out as your assail your dripping honey pot. The slurping and sucking noises make imagining my hard member all too easy. Your head presses back into the pillow as you thrust deep inside. You orgasm, which had begun to ebb, rises again in spectacular fashion. Waves of pleasure crash down over you and your pound your fingers repeatedly into yourself. Curling your fingers within you, you massage your g-spot. You are rewarded instantly with a gush of cum that splashes past your fingers and saturates the bed beneath you.

Your face is on fire, and your chest heaves into the air as you choke down mouthfuls of air. Finally, your tensing body begins to relax. Your fingers slide slowly from your still-twitching pussy, and you let your hand fall onto the bed next to you. The room comes into focus as you open your eyes for the first time in minutes. With your other hand, you run your fingertips over your abdomen and chest, delighting in the tingling sensation coursing through every nerve. Rolling over your grab your towel and place it beneath yourself, covering the newly created wetness. As you turn your head to the side, you notice the flashing light on your phone, and you hasten to unlock it. Flicking open the app, you smile as your see my words on the screen, **So what do you have planned today, hun?** You can’t help laughing as you think, *if only you knew*, before you open another story and drift into another happy fantasy.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6o0npl/reading_in_bed_f