Needing to cum during a stormy summer night [MF]

My eyes snapped open at the sudden sound of thunder splitting the sky. The smell of rain drifted in through the open windows soon after, and I was lulled again but the sound of steady dripping against the wide-brimmed leaves of the trees outside. But the storm made me suddenly aware of a deep need, which started in the pit of my stomach and was making its way down lower. I rolled over to my stomach, to try to make my way back to sleep, but the sheets against my skin felt too hot, and my pussy clenched once with want.

I began to grind my hips against the bed, needing relief. I slid my hands from where they were resting to underneath my plump tits to squeeze their heft. I rolled the steadily hardening nipples between my fingers and gasped at the spark that that sent to my crotch. Lightning arced across the sky.

Making love to my boyfriend on a cold winter night

My boyfriend had come over to my apartment for the night on a cold snowy Maine evening. After spending time talking about our days and drinking some brandy, we got ready for bed and spooned for a while, revelling in the the warm cocoon of each others’ presence under the blankets. Between exchanging stories, we were giving each other these little butterfly kisses: just a touch of his lips on mine, me softly brushing mine against his, pulling one lip into my mouth, sucking gently, hint of tongue. Eventually we stopped talking, and let the kissing speak instead. At one point, we were making out for so long and I was so focused that I forgot not to hold my breath! I turned to him, breathlessly giggled and told him so, and put my cheek onto his chest to gulp some much needed air in. He laughed and asked if I was okay, rubbing my back. I finally caught my breath and turned over to get some more spooning time, and he wound his arms all around me just like I like it. But he went further, brushing his lips against the nape of my neck – instant shivers. My spine was tingling as he went back, kissing softly across my shoulders, under my ears, at the base of my neck, adding gentle licks in between. Slowly, he took one hand and cupped a breast, kneading it, rolling the nipple. That combined with the attention he was giving to my neck was a fucking sensory overload.