Contented

Alone in bed, my fingers draw lazy circles on my naked abdomen. The light streams through my window. In the solitude of this early morning, my thoughts are drifting…

Come to me.

Steal into my room while I slumber. I am alone and no one will need to know. How pleasant to feel your hard body pressing up next to mine. To have those hands rouse me while feathering lightly over my flesh. Not quite awake but fully aware of your presence, I stretch while your skimming hands reach for my breasts. The skin around my nipples tighten, the center stiffens as you tease. With a wry smile, hands are quickly replaced by a warm mouth, teeth and tongue. My body conceals a small shudder as the nerve endings fire throughout.

As you turn me onto my back, your body hovers over mine, looking at me willingly, until the color rises in my cheeks. I am fully nude and your stares are nothing short of lustful. I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. You tangle fingers through my hair as soft kisses begin their descent. The warmth of your tongue glides from my carotid to collar bone. Soft stream of conscious mutterings escape your lips. I try to discern them. I am lost.

Fingers and lips keep working until I am simmering in my own juices. Tantalizingly slow, you make your way to my drenched pussy. Fingers tracing lines along the outside of my labia, I feel my body squirm in response. Lips keep working along my inner thighs. I pull you toward my needy sex but you ignore me and continue. My breath is shallow and rapid. I am so wet now, fluids pouring from within. The soft pads of your hand begin to rub lightly along my swollen flesh. I thrust with need to in search of more contact. My back arches and as soft mews escape my throat. I am needy, just where you want me.

I am alive under your fingers…simmering with desperate want and hunger. I grind reaching again for your head while small “pleases” escape my mouth. Nearly delirious now, my ragged breathing comes out fitfully. With one last glance into my eyes you bury your face in between my open thighs.

“Oh fuck,” I say hips thrusting wildly beneath the mouth of a wild man. Your arms lock hold of each thigh as the darting mouth covers me from ass to labia. I twist and contort under the vulgar lewdness of your tongue, lost in the pleasures you are trying to unleash from deep within me. Two long fingers reach to press inside me, thrusting up toward my navel, while your thumb whisks along my clit. I acknowledge the stirring in my abdomen as it begins to tighten. This isn’t me, at least not any “me” I recognize. The more eroticly, indecently you use me, the wetter I become.

Intimate promises come to give me your cock if I am good. “Be a good girl now and give me your cum. I want to taste every last drop.” Obscenities and the deep cries of a raving madwoman escape my lips. Horse and pleading I let go, as the waves come crashing in, the spasms are violent, contorting my body beyond control.

I close my eyes to relish this new place…contented for now.