A Private Moment
By: Rachel R.
The room is dark except for the glow of my computer screen and a solitary candle flickering over the bed. Sue is on the phone with her sister, so this is my time to fantasize, my time to share with you as I reread your latest deliciously nasty note. It is my guilty pleasure to read your notes, your innermost thoughts, and then to...well you know.
I slip my hands between my thighs, letting the soft skin of my thighs slide beneath my eager fingers. Orgasms are the single best way to start and end the day. A furious blast of passion married with pleasure is the way to start any day off the right way. Then after an arduous day, to return to the sanctuary of my home, shed my restrictive clothing and glide through the house in just my frail thin panties. I am feeling my tits jiggle and bounce, the cool air caressing my nipples, my thighs brushing lightly against each other as I move. My panties are pulling seductively on my swollen lips making me moist as I anticipate my private time with you and your words. Moreover, the sultry pictures and the enticing words are calling to me.
A relaxing sigh at the end of a day when sleep is so elusive, I open my email and there is a message from you. That sigh seems echo loudly in the darkness of my room. Loud and inviting, almost a plea for more, I hear my inner voice demanding that I satisfy my desire. My hand glides higher, fingertips exploring my warm skin. It is a familiar warmth that is quickly giving way, to wet and silky liquid between my thighs. Anticipation has me eager for something quick and messy, but that would be over too quickly. A fast fucking with my fingers and a night of sleep is so tempting!
Instead, I am lingering, letting the sensation of my caress fill my body with a heat, one that no thermometer could ever measure. As I skirt the edges of where I want to be, I dip an occasional finger downwards, feeling the growing wetness that waits for me.
Each pass draws a moan from my lips, until that a single finger becomes too much. I cannot take my self-imposed teasing any longer. Down, in, thrusting with unbridled intensity I am making my pussy convulse wildly. First with one finger, grinding my swollen pussy on the intruder over and over until the only thought that possesses my mind was... more!
Two of my fingers, each is reaching that perfect spot, the one spot that has my cries reverberating off the walls and my body arching under the sheet, which elicits guttural groans from deep within me. My breath comes in gasps. My fingers pumping, moans coupling with cries of pleasure permeate the room until they all crash together in a crescendo of orgasmic delight.
The echoes of the pleasure shake me for minutes afterwards as I lay my in bed, my entire body surrendering to my fantasies. With the last bit of strength, I turn the computer off and with a smile on my face, my hand nestled between my thighs and visions of you rubbing yourself I embrace slumber.
Soon the morning will come and I along with it.