Just gone out on my own doing erotica commissions after working with someone collaboratively for a year. This one is an example of a quick straight to the point story. Let me know what you think!
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The Frustration of insomnia… You try to turn off your mind, turn off your body. Nothing works. Nothing. Fucking. Works.
Katey stares at the ceiling focusing on her breathing, desperate to sleep. She turns her head to face her bedside table. The clock taunts her. 3:12am. “Fuck” she groans to herself.
Katey swivels her head to face her sleeping boyfriend. He’s lying on his back blissfully unaware of her predicament.
“Bastard can sleep through a fucking car wreck” she mutters.
“Maybe I can try the “thing” she thinks to herself. With that she reaches her hand down under the covers. It glides softly down over her chest, past her belly button and wriggles it’s way into the waistband on her panties.
Concentrating, she pictures her boyfriend Tom between her legs. She imagines him slowly sliding his tongue up her slit, savouring the taste of her sex. With this image she begins to tease her index finger in circles around her clit.
After a few minutes she finds herself still bone dry. “Oh come on, for fucks sake” she whimpers.
She knows if she starts watching porn on her phone it will completely ruin any chance of getting to sleep.
“Fuck it, I’m already screwed, might as well take the plunge”.
Reaching over she grabs her phone and rolls onto her side to block the light from disturbing her boyfriend. “Not that he would wake up anyway but better safe than sorry” she figures.
Unlocking her phone she sees a notification. It’s her boss Keith.
“Great another mildly suggestive text sent after a midweek work outing I guess”.
Every month or so he will get completely wasted down at the local steakhouse and start drunk texting her saying things like “wish you were here” or “the other girls from 6th are soooo boring, come entertain me”. Usually followed by some sort of winky face emoji.
As a 43 year old married man he should know better than to be messaging his 21 year old intern but alas. The next day without fail Keith waits to get her alone and apologises profusely. “I was so drunk I don’t even remember sending that” or “please don’t tell my wife”.
Katey always just smiles and says “dont worry, it happens” before walking away. She would never admit that she kind of likes the attention. She’s never thought of him sexually but the attention… it’s just nice.
Opening the message she pauses and takes in the sight in front of her. Keith has jumped the shark this time. Kateys mouth drops open as she stares at what can only be described as an honest to God monster cock. No text, no follow up, just a big meaty erect cock.
Tom’s cock isn’t small but by comparison but it might as well be a twinkle. Katey can feel a warmth grow in between her legs as she stares, mouth agape at his veiny thick manhood.
Without thinking she shoots her hand back down to her panties. She is greeted by the feeling of wet fabric as she reaches her crotch. She frantically rips her panties down to her knees and slides her finger back over her clit without breaking eye contact with her new found muse. Its slick and engorged this time to her ravenous delight.
Like a woman in heat she starts rapidly working it sliding up and down dipping her fingers into her wetness from time to time.
In less than a minute Katey can feel the tell tale signs that she is going to have an earth shattering orgasm. Her nipples are swollen and tender, her skin is electric and her legs are practically shaking.
She is painfully aware that she struggles to keep quiet when she cums. The worry suddenly fades away as she decides to thrust 2 of her fingers deep into her now soaking wet pussy. She begins furiously pumping them in and out causing an audible slick sound of suction after each thrust.
She starts to allow her mind to picture Keith between her legs. Each jab of her fingers is just a taste of what his engorged penis would feel like.
As soon as this image forms in her head she let’s out a guttural moan. Releasing herself from her fantasy she drops the phone and quickly reaches for her pillow. Smashing it into her face seconds before her muscles contract and the first pulses of orgasm hit her.
She screams into her pillow, the feather down turning it into a muffled cry. Another pulse ravages through her body as her hips buck up and her back arches off the bed. She feels her vagina muscles tighten around her fingers in a death grip that offers no chance of release.
Her hips now hovering in the air, spasming uncontrollably as the final pulse rages up from her now inflamed pussy. It travels up through her abdomen and releases out her mouth in a muted whimper.
Falling back onto the mattress she can finally remove her fingers from her slick pussy. She lies there quivering like a kicked dog as the post orgasm twitches dissipate, slowly but surely leaving her alone in the shameful wet mess she has made.
As the feeling of ecstasy leaves her she starts to feel The shame of what she has done wash over her. She quickly snaps her head to the side only to find Tom still fast asleep. Still asleep, still blissfully unaware…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t4h39k/katey_needs_help_sleeping_f_maturbation