In a burst of heat, I woke in the middle of the night. Light from the traffic signals outside spilled through my windows, bathing my room in red and green and yellow in turns. And despite the stillness, the bloated quiet of the hour, a thunderstorm surged within me.
My heart was racing, my mind spinning, and I was breathing hard as if I were in the middle of a glorious fuck. As if someone had me pinned down to my bed while he thrust into me, repeatedly with the intent of breaking me. All I could do was moan and pant and beg for him to go harder and harder while I dug my fingernails into the mattress.
But no one was here. So why was I so flushed?
I threw the blanket off and yanked my pants down to my ankles, trapping my legs. Then I started rubbing myself. Furious circles. I was so wet; the sound of my fingers and my lips filled my room. Slick and fast, my fingers strumming my clit, pushing my lips, slapping the juices silly, trying to contain this heat.
Two fingers inside, knuckles deep. I shut my eyes and bit down on my other arm to muffle my moans. Tears streamed down the sides of my head, towards my ears, but I couldn’t stop. My hips came off the sheets while I pressed my palm against my clit and vigorously fingered my g-spot as if I was trying to start a fire with the friction.
I kicked off my pants and underwear and spread my legs wide. My door was unlocked. My blanket on the floor somewhere. There would be no hiding if someone barged in, alarmed by the sounds I was surely making. They’d get a complete view of my pale form, trembling and hot, rubbing myself like an out of control she-demon.
Faster and faster; harder. Naughty thoughts of my stepdad finding me in such a frenzy. Would he just stand there and watch, completely dumbfounded by the view? Or would he help his precious stepdaughter out and fuck her back to sanity?
A scream rose up in my throat. And I felt it resound throughout my mind as I bit down harder on my arm. I was slipping away from my humanity, submitting to my body, to some baser instinct. Something animal, or perhaps something beyond that. Something deep within my biology, an ancient cataclysmic understanding that unraveled with the cosmos, sending starlight and matter hurling across the universe to culminate in my bed tonight.
Whatever it was, I wanted it to fill me to the brim. For some shadowy figure to step from the darkness and claim me. Something divine or unholy, I did not care. There were no prayers on my lips, just my fingers making a mess of my pussy.
I wanted to rip down my curtains and let everyone see who I really am. I’m not just your neighbor. Not just the shy girl who liked to read novels and manga and got high marks in school. I wanted to be slapped across the face. Have my clothes torn off by a stranger’s rough hands. I wanted to be pinned down and choked and spanked till my ass was glowing red hot. I wanted to be someone’s precious whore. To be fucked without a shred of mercy, fucked into my pillows until I was bred, only to be fucked some more.
The sloppy sounds of my fingers fucking my pussy filled my ears with heartbreaking lust; I wanted it to be something else diving in and out, spreading my lips, and throbbing inside me.
I knew what would happen if I let my thoughts spiral like this, if I continued this onslaught of lust. I could feel the pressure building, the storm clouds rumbling and rolling inside my rib cage. I knew what would happen, the mess it would make, and how I’d have to get up and clean it. Yet, there would be no holding back. I’ve already leaped off the cliff and into the churning waves. My eyes drifting shut. My breath catching in my throat. Consume me.
My fingers slipped out of my pussy when I felt the unmistakable push, like tectonic plates shifting beneath the planet’s surface. Like a tidal wave just about to crash into the earth with the ferocity of an entire ocean’s madness. And I crashed into madness.
My juices gushed out of me. It splattered the floor. I heard the droplets strike the wooden door. I felt the spray land on my thighs and my feet. The bed was soaked, and still, I couldn’t stop massaging my drenched pussy. My vision turning bright and hot as my body tightened and convulsed. It must have only been a few moments, but it felt as if an eternity had passed me by. As if I’d risen from the ocean and built entire civilizations and then claimed all of life with a natural disaster.
And I lay there, struggling for air. My breasts bouncing with each breath. My arms and legs spread in exhaustion, dripping with sweat. My ass rubbing against the wet sheets, massaging my juices into my skin.
I bolted up when I heard a creak outside my room. Was this it? Would I get caught and punished and shipped off to marry some Japanese businessman so I didn’t bring shame upon my family?
In the silence, all I could hear was the sound of my rushing heart thudding inside my skull. A car rolled by outside, but nothing else stirred. I exhaled, shuddering, my palms pressing into the soaked part of the bed. I knelt and licked my juices while I rubbed my pussy with one hand.
My arm hurt from where I bit down, and I licked the teeth marks I’d left behind, but this pain was nothing compared to the incessant throbbing inside my womb. I won’t be properly satisfied until someone bends me over, buries his hard cock in my tiny pussy, and cums until I was pregnant.
I wanted that so badly. To be creamed. To have a cock stuffed inside me, corking up my juices, forcing me to explode internally and feel every ounce of pleasure in unimaginable magnitudes. I wanted to be wet and sloppy and fucked straight out of my mind. Anyone. My stepdad. A stranger off the street. A friend from Reddit. Some nightmarish oceanic creature. I didn’t care who. I just wanted to be held down and loved ferociously and fucked to oblivion.
Eventually, when my breath returned and my body had cooled down, I knew I had to clean up. Moving as quietly on my tiptoes, I pulled out an old shirt from my laundry basket then got on my hands and knees once again to wipe my juices off the floor.
And still, the naughty thoughts tickled my mind, just as the cool nighttime air teased my exposed ass. I was still naked from the waist down. What if someone should come in and find my pale ass on the floor. Will you pin my face against my rug, hold my ass in the air, and have your way? Pull my hair and stuff my juice-soaked shirt in my mouth to keep me quiet?
After I cleaned up the floor and pulled on my pants, I curled up on the wet spot on my bed and pulled the blanket over my head. Hoping that whatever dream that caused this reaction within me would happen again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zwm7j7/i_f_woke_up_horny_out_of_my_mind_at_midnight
So hot! Nice job
A very horny night. Great stuff.
This was one of the best solo stories I’ve read in a while! Great writing and very hot!
Holy shit…great writing and hot as fuck. 10/10 🔥
Beautifully descriptive writing! Hope you get the throbbing messy creampie to add to your own juicy mess in the very near future!
Very nicely written!
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Seriously hot.
Holy shit this is great! 10000/10!!!
Damn, the homie made art
Sounds like you had sex with satan