I lay in bed on a rainy Friday morning. Too tired to get up just yet, the fog of sleep still hanging in the air. I sense that I’ve been dreaming of forbidden pleasures but can’t quite remember them.. They’re just out of my grasp, slipping through my fingers with each passing moment. I’m wearing only a pink cotton t-shirt and white lace panties, which cover me just barely, pale white skin and a flutter of pink peeking through the intricate lace pattern.
I look down beneath the soft blankets and see that my nipples are pointy, I slip a hand up my shirt and pinch it gently. It is sensitive and hard to the touch. I play with it a little, putting a finger to my mouth and sucking, using the moisture to tease my nipple and areola further. I slowly follow a pre-determined and often travelled trail down the gentle slope of my tummy, until I get to the waistband if my underwear. I rest there for a moment before sliding the garment off and gently dropping it to the floor.
I suspect that I will find what I always find there, a wetness that grows in anticipation of the flood that awaits. I touch my warm, wet, entrance. It is soft and welcoming. I slip a finger inside and slowly bring the juices up between my labia until the moisture coats my clit. I spread the juices of my arousal all over myself. Gently teasing my swollen little clit with feather soft circular flicks from my my fingertips. It sends little pulses of electricity through my body.
I let my mind wander, searching for a worthy muse to inspire me even more. I think of you almost instantly. Your broad shoulders, big strong arms and soft but weathered hands. I imagine how those hands would feel on my skin. How your lips would feel as they caress my supple bosom. How I might feel your throbbing cock ache for me and me alone. Pressing against my most hidden treasure. Hidden from all but you.
As these heavenly images swirl around my consciousness I feel the pressure growing within me. My clit is throbbing now, aching, yearning for the soft ecstasy that lies ahead, just out of reach. I search my mind for that perfect image which will bring me over the edge. But it isn’t an image at all. It’s your voice I crave. Your soft yet commanding voice with perfect resonance and tone. It fills my mind and echoes through my body. “Come for me”, you tell me. “Come for me”. I so want to please you so I do my best to give you what you want. My fingers move less gently now, furiously and desperately trying to bring about that sweet release you so crave. I thrust a finger inside of me, then another. Quickly and roughly trying to find that sweet ecstasy. I use my other hand to rub my wet, aching clit, so engorged with my desire now it is almost too much to bear. I hear your voice once more “Come for me baby, come for me NOW”. My body eagerly complies and gives in to your command. I feel waves of intense pleasure flow through every cell if my being, pulsating and erupting and exploding through my very being. It feels like a flood gate is opened and out flows all of the stress and tension I’ve ever held. I hear myself whimpering and moaning loudly as if it were a distant echo.
I lay quietly. Sweaty and satisfied to my core. I bring a finger to my mouth, tasting the sweet nectar you have inspired me to release.
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