Imagination

She walked through life on autopilot. A place in her heart where passion and desire once rest, lay a scab. She fiddled with men like toys, distributing the same pain and torment she felt as a means of rectifying the trust and love she felt she had lost.

The world became a sea of emptiness. Sure, there were “plenty of fish” in it, but none of them seemed to fix the wounds she was left with.

The joy she had once known, seemed depleted. The hole was filled with work and responsibilities.

Anything just to fill that empty feeling, a directionless march through life.

Unsuspecting and unaware, she slowly let the armor down and felt vulnerability unveil itself. She noticed that eager spring in her step and the thoughts that come with: something disguised as joy began to appear.

As she woke in the mornings, it was the first thing her mind played with. As she checked her phone throughout the day, a flooding rush of adrenaline overcame her body.

She looked for an escape to safety, but the allure of some break from the pain seemed comfortable and inviting.

She had played with thoughts of what it all meant; quickly brushing them aside to escape in this moment again.

Embracing the thought she reached for the drawer beside her bed.

She grabbed for her one comfort, her vibrator, and began a descent into the realm of her mind.

She read the stories and imagined: imagined the taste of her cum on his lips as she kissed him. Imagined the fullness of his cock as she grabbed his arms, closing her eyes she traveled deeper.

She imagined his voice… 

She moved the toy to her clitoris. The vibration sending a pulse shock through her body: she imagined the feeling of his mouth at work as she lay squirming with the shards of an orgasm overtaking her.

As the toy did it’s work… Moving faster in rhythm: she imagined his hands on her hips as she grabbed the bed for support, biting her lips: she imagined the taste of his saliva still covering her lips.

She imagined, imagined, and imagined.

She felt as though she sank into the bed and emerged on the other side of the world on his. She imagined the sounds of the room: the crisp smell of his cologne still lingering.

She imagined the warmth of his touch as his fingers traced her outline.

As the toy moved more feverishly now.

So deep in the imagery, she whispers, “Please, make me cum.” Just the words sent a jolt throughout her body as she imagined him slowly tracing her face with his fingers and bringing her chin up to kiss her as he deeply submerged himself between her legs.

She felt the coarse feeling of his facial hair against her chin… She imagined his tongue toying with her nipple, slightly biting.

The pulsation grew stronger as she felt the cum rush.

She felt the sheets wet beneath her.

She felt her breath hastily escape

She felt the tingle of satisfaction covering her body.

Imagining him grasping as he filled her with his desire… His cum spilling out lying amidst the sheets with hers.

She imagined his arm as he rolled to the side and pulled her in close to allow the satisfaction time to pass before they both lay in ecstasy.

She imagined a world unlike this one… So distant and disconnected and she found something she longed for more than anything…

More than anything she wanted connection.

And that part, she found, wasn’t merely imagined.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f8dboz/imagination