Alone and Needy (Female) (Solo)

I am in need of my lover, whether it’s stress or what not. I have been thinking of him both innocently enough and entirely not. I kept myself in complete control but it’s too much now that I’m in my room and I hurt from want.

My body seeking his touch and caress won’t find it here today. I know he is far from me right now but I want him in my bed or my couch. To either be beckoned on the couch to talk or him unzipping his trousers to invite me. Even the simple touch to my back to remind me that he’s behind or when he presses and rubs the pressure point in my back to turn me on in public.

These thoughts have been flooding my mind all day at work. Now that my vibrator is charged I can do something about it. Or at least try. Playing with myself doesn’t satisfy with him to tease and egging me on but maybe it can relieve the pain. I almost can’t touch my own clit it’s so sensitive from want.

It’s pointless anyway I am already wet from fantasizing about him maybe taking it a step further and caressing me in public or more… it’ll never happen but the thought.

I can almost feel his hand in my shirt fondling my breast and pinching the nipple. The other hand in my trousers either teasing my ass or my clit then sneaking a finger in me. 

These thoughts make my clothes feel suffocatingly tight and I quickly take them off. My breasts desire touch as well my nipples are already hard though my hand feels rough and foreign. I don’t bother to try more before sitting on my bed and laying back. This body I inhabit I stubborn and knows what who it wants. My wetness is already running down my thighs. I wonder what my lover would think of me in this state if he saw me.

I reach for my vibrator and slide it inside with ease. My body tightens with frustration, knowing acutely how my lover feels especially how carefully and controlled his initial penetration is. I sigh and wiggle my hips in just as much annoyance. Memories are what I choose to focus on. The heady smell of his body when he is close, and the smell of his cum from the last time he gifted me a pearl necklace. 

I bring my knees to my head, I may as well explore a new position. My body eases some finally accepting he won’t be warming me or the bed at least a bit. I start to move my vibrator in and out of my cunt to his usual tempo. I think of our last encounter late at night. He woke up in the middle of the night on the couch and didn’t think twice about removing his pants to invite me. I was on my knees sucking on his cock once I trusted what my eyes were telling me.

I can taste his cock right now and the taste of his precum. That night when I paused to move for a kiss he swiftly pulled my top down and cupped my breasts in one motion. He rewarded me with the kiss nonetheless. His exhaustion was plain but I let myself be absorbed in him. After more than a month of only teasing if he was willing I was going to take him up on it. 

I went back to teasing and sucking on his cock enjoying the closeness. 

“Doesn’t your cunt want it?” he breathes out hazily.

I stopped hearing this but didn’t know how to respond feeling both tired and excited.

He chuckles at me, “Get on your knees.”

I slowly pull my pants down in the dark though I leave my thing on hoping for teasing. He obliges when he reaches for me and feels it there pulling it tight for an intense for few seconds then pulling it down. My entrance is teased by his cock, which causes my hips to buck into him. My lover chuckles at my eagerness but he knows why and I think felt the same because he was in me in the next second. I felt so tight at that moment from his absence. 

Once he started moving I couldn’t help but eagerly move with him to my first orgasm. I smothered my moans into the rug. He kept going without stopping like I enjoy extending even the weak first one. I badly wanted to reach back for him to kiss him, touch him, any kind of connection in the darkness. His touch to my lower back draws me back to him. I cum a second time as he keeps going increasing my ecstasy. 

There’s a hitch in his breath and I know he won’t last much longer my body involuntarily tights causing him and me to cum together. Out of breath from keeping my moans quiet I reach back for his hand a last touch from the fervent night.

This recent  memory let’s my body loosen up enough to accept the vibrator and let it move smoothly. I’m able to coax one orgasm but I’m not sated. I press on remembering our other encounters and how badly I want more before he leaves again. My mind congers further scenarios for the future. One in particular causes me to orgasm hard, hard enough to squirt. This happens not once but twice. 

I am thinking of a fantasy of his, he desires a threesome. I am totally on board with this. Be it another man pleasuring my other hole or another woman, one I can either eat out while being fucked by my lover or tease while he fucks her and eats me out. The only unfortunate thing is I am not satisfied and still sensitive. Perhaps I will have to tell my lover of this idea.

For now though still incredibly wet I can wait.

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