I wake up, the sheets twisted around my torso, my hair shrouding my face. The window is almost wholly covered by a black out curtain but in the few inches that are exposed, sun pours into my room, leaving a strip of light on my wood floor.
I watch it flicker as birds dance through the sun and the trees move with wind. I have had a restful night and feel energetic and excited for the new day. But I also feel a pressure in my belly, a heat in my thighs.
It takes me a moment to realize this urge, this sensation but when I do, I roll onto my back.
My hand reaches down and finds the top of my panties, the white cotton the only thing separating me from ecstasy and relief.
Slipping my hand under the elastic, I rest my fingers on my petals, rubbing gently for a moment before parting myself. A pool of wetness has been forming inside me and I tap into it, curling my two fingers as I pull the wetness out.
I find my button, which is swollen and budding, and caress it with my own juices. I can hear my slickness as I rub circles, first slow but then with more speed.
The pressure inside me is building and I look down to see my nipples are firm, pushing against my cotton t-shirt, begging to be played with.
Using my free hand, I lift my t-shirt, exposing my milky breasts and hard nipples. With a delicate touch, I cup my full breast and squeeze until I release a muddled moan, my own carnal touch sending electric waves throughout my body.
My hips have a mind of their own and they lift themselves off the bed ever so slightly as I dig my fingers deep inside myself, pushing as far back as I need to until I find the spot.
My body quivers when I find it and my hips continue pumping against my fingers, begging for more.
I push my breast up and lean my head down, rolling my tongue around my perky nipple. Goosebumps spread across my breast as I suck myself, gently at first but then with harder. The feeling of my nipple in my mouth floors me, and I can feel my wetness gush into my palm.
The beauty of my own body has me trapped in a perpetual state of insatiable horniness. I look down under the sheet and see my hand fucking my sweet wet cunt and I shudder with delight, releasing a guttural moan.
I want to let this feeling build but, in this moment, I am too turned on and I am nearly dying to surrender to this feeling completely.
I find my clit and drag just the tip of my finger across it, my body bucking under my own torture. And then I cannot wait another moment.
Furiously I rub, circles, up, down, I rub as the sound of my moisture fills my room. Its pounding inside me now and nothing can stop me.
My toes curl, I drop my breast and clench the sheets, my knuckles white. It is close. It is coming.
My vision goes as I orgasm, deeply, liquid filling my panties as I furiously rub my button, over and over, my chest heaving madly with delight.
“I am coming,” I announce to myself, to my empty room, to my sweet little cunt who gives me so much pleasure.
When it ends, I slip my fingers into my mouth and taste my juices; sweet like frosting. My swollen pussy throbs with delight. I exhale deeply.
Today will be a beautiful day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hr6e6c/touch_ch_1_nsfw