This Is from the POV of a young girl, dreaming about sex with a man she used to date.
You. You. You’ve ruined me
I tried not to think about you. I failed. Bairly one night. I was so sensitively aroused all week. I ignored my urges. I ignored my thoughts of you. And then, last night, the dam burst. I can’t believe I couldn’t even last one week. We haven’t spoken to each other, or done what I’ve wanted in months. Yet, those few, rare times we had our love, your warmth and light permeated my body. You broke the woman I thought I was and helped me discover the woman I am.
Now, I can’t stop. It’s been 4 hours. I can’t sleep. It started with “him”. I wanted to look at some generic porn that doesn’t interest me deeply, doesn’t make me quiver and weak in my knees when I listen to it. Instead, I found “him”. He was too good to pass up. I found videos of him with his partner, and I was hooked. The gentle ferocity, the aggresice love. The sounds she made were exactly like the sounds I made for you. One, two, three videos in. I’ve spent over an hour watching them now. And just like that. A small strain of dignity holding me back snaps.
I pull my dildo out from my drawer. It’s not exactly small, just like you. I realize how wet I am down there, and how quickly it slides in. It isn’t long until I’m moaning. Squirming, panting, small light breaths while I dream of you on top of me. I watch “them” fuck and I replace us into their scene. Soon enough, I need to put “them” down. If I don’t, my vibrator comes out and my bed becomes soaked. Months of sexually repressed energy were forgiven that night.
I couldn’t stop thinking. I dreamed of you, going in slowly and sweetly. I beg you, no, please, be harder, be harsher, be meaner. You smile and gently kiss my forehead. “Now when did you start giving out the orders around here?” You look so handsome. I shiver, as another wave of pleasure washes over me, my teeth chatter, I exhale. And then collapse sideways, into a shivering ball. I was always a lightweight. You certainly proved that. Now the game is to test how far I can go.
This game was a bad idea. Five hours later and no end in sight. I have to buy a fuck machine and some form of restraint. If not, I will always fuck myself, overwhelm myself, and then stop fucking myself before the time hits 1:00. You loved playing with me. You understood my body so well. Early into the game, I tried to regain control. I replaced you with the man who came before you. That was a bleak affair. Right as the toy left my body I felt nothing but indifference. You’re different. Pleasure waves crash over me even after its out. Your memory teases me, scolds me, and pleasures me like no other. I need to sleep. Every time I put my hand down my pants, I hear your voice in my head going, “Again? You really are very horny aren’t you. You don’t know what to do with your hands though. Let me take over.” I fuck myself, thinking about you on top of me, choking me, slapping me. Pulling me up until there is nothing between us but a few inches between our faces. I stare into your light green eyes. You can see what I want. I squirm under your hold, wanting to close those few inches and kiss you. But you hold me there. You hold me there and slowly fuck me. Then, you spank my ass and spit in my mouth. Drop me coldly back onto the bed and start pounding me, moving on top of me. Your heavy weight on me, I can barely wrap my legs around your muscular back. You continue, going in, and out. You keep one hand closed around my throat, and the other under me. I can’t help it. My pussy starts to cream, my original loud whimpers and harsh cries turn into sated mewls of contentment. My breathing steadies, and I can start forming sentences. “I love you, I whisper in your ear”, you pick up the pace, making my cries even louder. Then, you let go of my throat. Both hands placed behind my shoulders, and you lower your head, let out a soft growl. I see your forehead tighten, and you look up at me. I let out a small gasp of shock. I tense, getting ready for you to cum in me. Instead, you start moving very slowly, and bite into my neck. I let out a squeal of protest, and I hear your deep voice chuckle, sending shivers down my spine. You unlatch your jaw, and play with a strand of hair next to my face. You gently kiss me, while pounding me harder than ever, whisper that you love me in my ear. I’m losing my focus. I can barely think anymore. You’ve overwhelmed every sense I have. In a delirious haze, I moan, and take deep breathes, whimpering into your shoulder. I say, “Please let me rest some bit?” You say nothing, but release the lock of hair you’d been playing with and start to touch my clit.
I arch my breasts further into your hard chest, and gasp out, “please, no.” I squeeze my eyes shut. You gently lift my head towards yours, and I open them. “Don’t you want to cum?” I ferociously shake my head no. “I’ll get too loud, I’ll start crying” I plead. “Fine with me, I like it when you cry”. No such luck I guess. You move your large fingers in little circles, slowly, and start to get faster. My pants increase, tears fall out of my eyes, nearly turning into steam against our hot skin. It’s not long before I hear you grunt, the way you always did when you were about to cum. You move your hands on my clit, I grab onto your shoulders, and say “I’m going to cum”. “I know”, you respond. My pussy tightens, and I start to cum so hard that the bed shakes. At that moment I feel ropes of cum being released inside of me. I cry out even louder. Crying, moaning, I kiss you. Eventually, the orgasm subsides. You pull out, still kissing me, and lay down besides me.
My bed is soaking. The cold air hits my naked back as I get up to change my sheets. You were never here, but my mind made it so vibrant that every time I finish I long to turn and find you beside me. Your ghost haunts me, still. I am torn between what is right, and the absolute desperate whore we both know I am.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/l00rjz/a_lonely_slut_fpov