She lay next to him in the bed, his breathing low and heavy as he was deep in sleep. She cupped her left breast, pulling and pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her hand feeling her quickening heartbeat in her chest, it rising and falling along with her breast as her breathing grew deeper. Her right hand began trailing the various lines and curves of the rest of her body as if she might discover something new every time. She pushed her hand beneath her panties, the only thing she wore to bed most days, and she welcomed the wetness between her legs. Her finger slipped between her closed lips finding her swollen clit yearning to be touched, to be the source of all her pleasure.
She began to administer the sensual strokes of her fingers that always guaranteed her release. Thinking of various fantasies she’d used in the past to aid with the touching. However, she was never truly sure what helped more, the fantasies or the simple fact she was laying next to this man meanwhile giving herself some of the best orgasms she’d ever experienced. She continued to fall deeper and deeper into her own mind as the pleasure was taking over every fiber of her body. She was teetering on the edge of awareness, wanting to give in but knowing she had to maintain some level of control.
As her pleasure peaked, her body began to convulse. She endured every wave of her orgasm in silence so she wouldn’t wake the man next to her. Her own deep breathing beginning to match his, in the most ironic and romantic way. As she began to calm and her breathing returned to normal, she couldn’t help but smile to herself, overjoyed at the satisfaction from indulging in her needs and wants.
There she lay, knowing this would now and forever be her secret sin.
C. Stephens
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