I sit at my computer and write, and I wonder what you look like when you read my stories. I picture your body hidden in shadows, your face pale in the glow of the monitor. One hand is sweaty on the mouse while the other is somewhere out of view, stroking the hot flesh of your cock.

I hope you’re wondering what happens when I’ve finished, hit save and shut the machine off.

My nipples are always erect and tingling, rubbing against the confining fabric of my bra. My face is flushed and warm, my cheeks red and my lips full and sore where I’ve been biting and licking them while I type and think. I don’t have to tell you that my panties are damp and the slightest movement on this hard stenographer’s chair is enough to send me into a paroxysm of shivers.

I want to get one of my little silver bullets and tuck it up against my clit to relieve some of the pressure, only I know that it’s that delicious anticipation that keeps the lava flow of words tumbling out hot and destroying everything in its path.

So I keep on typing, knowing that you’re going to come when you read this, and hoping that you know that I already have, thinking about you. I want to tell you what I’m going to do when I finish this narrative.

I’m going to take a hot shower. I’ll pin my long, dark hair up on top of my head, but the soft curls on my neck will get damp in the spray anyway. I’ll peel off my clothes and kick them away. My breasts will fall free and heavy and I’ll cup them in my hands while I run my fingertips over my diamond hard nipples. I pull them a little, maybe even a little too hard. Then I’ll pull the curtain aside and step into the shower.

The water will run over my body in hot rivers and turn my winter-pale skin pink. I close my eyes and let the water work its magic over my limbs. I turn around and around slowly as my muscles loosen up and the kinks that have worked themselves into my limbs through hours in front of this screen dissolve and disappear.

I take the showerhead out of its holder and direct the spray to the parts of me that are screaming for attention. I know I shouldn’t slouch when I type, but I always forget, and the needle-like jets are a balm on my aching shoulders. I flex and bend and smile to myself as I begin to feel my body limber up and come back to life.

I can’t resist the urge to bring myself a little closer to release. I aim the water at the dark curls of my pussy. The hot water feels incredible and I part my legs and use the hand-held shower to stimulate my hot clit even further. I have to be careful here. Sometimes I let it go on too long and I have to brace myself against the slippery wet wall of the tub surround as the orgasm pounds through me.

But not this time. This time I’ll hold it there long enough to make me squirm. I want release, but I won’t insist on it just yet. I’ll take myself to the edge, then back away, just like you do. I’m breathing hard and my hips are starting to rock back and forth of their own volition. I need a cock in me, and this time I won’t be satisfied with thin streams of water that touch me and disappear into nothing. I want substance.

I replace the nozzle and shut the water off, then step out onto the towel on the floor. I dry off quickly, leaving my body still damp in places. I select a clean pair of panties from the drawer, maybe one of my new pairs of satin string bikinis. I don’t know why, but I like to start my solo adventures clothed, and my panties are an integral part of that.

I pick a summer nightgown, sheer and short and whisper-invisible on my hot skin. It’s light blue and makes my eyes seem even more so. It doesn’t matter that you’re not going to see it , but I like to dress for you anyway. I unpin my curls and shake them free.

The air outside the bathroom is cooler and I get goose bumps from the temperature change and the anticipation of the pleasure to come. I go upstairs and open my nightstand drawer and select the instruments that will scratch my particular itch. I assess the familiar assortment of carefully selected toys. I run my hands over vibrators, eggs, plugs and dildoes of all sizes and decide to keep out only two things.

The first is a large, pink dildo made of some space-age jelly-like material. It bends and flexes with me and it’s got these wonderful little bumps all along its fat, flared bottom. I use a drop or two of lubricant and oil it, then set it shining on the nightstand. It’s assistant will be a smallish flesh toned butt plug which also get a drop or two of lube and is set aside until I’m ready for it.

I carefully arrange my pillows into a comfortable position. I turn back the covers, then slide beneath the top sheet. I close my eyes and lay my head back as I run my hands over my body. I feel my tits through the soft percale and sheer organza. They wander down to my thighs. I can feel my own heat radiate through the fabric, soft from thousands of washings. I seek the valley between my legs and press gently. My pussy is soft and warm and I spread my legs. I can feel my hard clit rubbing against my tight panties and my hips twitch to increase the friction.

Slowly I pull back the sheet and open my eyes. I like to watch as I uncover my body. I like to look at it as I imagine a lover looks at it. My nipples are rosy red and clearly defined and I pull my top down to see and feel them better. My tits are large and soft and they spill out of the nightie that was barely containing them at all. I cup them again, weighing them in my hands. I roll the hard kernels of my nipples between the tips of my fingers. I pull at them again, stroking them like two tiny cocks.

My legs fall open wider in sympathy. Each tug on my nipples is felt acutely in my neglected pussy, which is throbbing with desire. I’m aching to be touched but I make myself wait, running my hands down my belly to the very edge of my panties. I run a fingertip just inside the elastic of the waistband. They’re low cut and I can feel my tightly curled pubic hair damp under my finger.

I slide my hand lower, parting my soft curls with my fingers. I seek my moist slit and gently stroke the insides of the soft lips so swollen with passion. I pretend that it’s your hand seeking out my very core and I shudder as I dip the very tip of my middle finger into my own musky juice. I find that I’m already soaked, so I rub the precious fluid all along the length of my pussy, returning to the oasis time and again to rewet my finger.

Only one time I find that just my middle finger isn’t enough. So my index finger joins it and I sigh deeply as my own two fingers slide easily in my wet hole. I’m slick and tight and I manipulate my fingers so that they’re riding high and stroking my clit with every thrust. I can come like that too, just fingering myself with one hand buried in my panties.

But it’s not enough. I need to feel filled up and I’m ready. I’ve brought myself to the edge again. My breath is deep and fast and my hips are thrusting up to meet each one of my finger strokes. Almost reluctantly I slip my hand out of my pussy and grasp the waistband of my panties. I squeeze my thighs together and lift my hips, sliding the wisp of satin down over the curves of my ass. I look down and part my legs again. My fingers, shiny with my moisture, spread the lips so that I can see their crimson lining. I wish I could lick it, kiss it, taste my juice on my lips. I dip into my cunt again, then raise the shining digits to my lips. Hungrily I lap and suck at my fingers enjoying the musky sweetness of it.

I retrieve the large dildo from the nightstand and press it’s shiny pink tip against my clit. I shiver with delight at the touch of the cold jelly on my hot skin. I tease my cunt with the big dong, running it along the length of my labia, dipping the head into my soaking cunt and then pulling it out again with a pop. My hips are thrusting up to meet it, trying to possess it all at once, but I’m in control and I’m not allowing it.

The cool jelly is warming to my touch and again, I slip just the head into my cunt. I leave it there, not moving. I pretend it’s your hard cock and I beg for it. ‘Please,’ I whisper. I want to be filled completely. I give myself another inch, then stroke it out. I moan. I slide it in again, another inch, another moan, then back again. In, out, in, out, a little more each time, a little more of me filled with each stroke, wanting more with each slow thrust.

But you wouldn’t give in so easily. You would keep me at the brink, make me beg for even more. I know you can’t resist taking me from behind so I withdraw the large dildo with much regret and roll over so that I’m on all fours. I sway slightly and my tits hang freely with the gentle motion. My ass is up and exposed, both holes eager and ready.

I select the butt plug from the nightstand and bracing myself with one arm I slide the narrow vinyl plug into my well-oiled pussy. I take a moment to tease my clit with it, and when I’m on the edge and threatening to go over, I slide it around to my tight ass hole.

I rub the dripping tool against my ass, wetting the hole with my juices. Slowly, I force the narrow tip into my waiting hole, pausing as my muscles relax to take it all in. I moan as the its flared base splits me wide and another shudder rocks my body as I press it in to the hilt. It stays in by itself and I lower my head to the pillows, thrusting my ass higher still into the air, opening my pussy even wider, and I rock, feeling the delicious sensation of having my ass plugged up tight.

I reach for my clit and stroke it. I’m close now, and I need that big cock in my pussy. I grope for it and find it quickly. Again I tease my aching hole with it. One inch, then another. I can take it deep from this angle and I want it. I force it all the way in and I gasp as the rubber nubbies rub hard against my clit. I grind it in, it’s fat bottom stretching me almost painfully, it’s flared base bumping against the base of the butt plug causing it to wiggle delightfully in my tight ass.

I fuck myself now in earnest. I imagine how it would look to you if you could see me: the curves of my round ass quivering with each hard thrust; my hot tight pussy filled to the hilt with that giant cock; my red, wet, gaping slit gripping and sucking wetly as I come again to the edge. I’m fucking hard, grinding the dildo against my clit with each thrust. I’m moaning loudly, calling your name.

I know there’s no going back now. I know I’m going to come, but I brace for it, holding it off as long as I can. I search for the sweet spot, that tickle I get that warns me that I’m about to break loose…

And then it comes.

Wave after wave of sweet release. I feel like a cup filled to the brim, the orgasm overflowing from me and puddling at my feet. I’m drowning in it, and I collapse, my legs unable to hold me up any more. My cunt is throbbing and spasming with pleasure and I let go of the dildo, knowing that if I move it, I’ll go crazy.

I lay there as the massive climax takes me. It’s always massive this way. I’m filled fore and aft and my body is clenching at the foreign objects, struggling to take possession. But it’s losing, and the spasms grow weaker and weaker.

I roll onto my back, sweating and panting. My holes are still filled and I lay still, wishing your body was collapsed on top of mine. I want to feel you breathing hard against the damp curls on my neck as you recover from the powerful orgasm that fills me with your hot load. I want to feel your weight pressing me into the mattress and anchoring me to reality.

I run my hands over my bare breasts again, but the magic has passed. They are my hands again.