The Thought of You
By: Sassy Sue
Your image in the forefront of my thoughts, your body, the curve of your breasts and your perfect skin; the thoughts are a bit arousing to say the least. The memories of your last touch are still etched in my mind and my soul as I lay on my bed thinking of you, fantasizing of making love to you and caressing your nakedness as we hold each other. But for now I am alone with my thoughts.
I let my hands wander, over my shirt, as I lay alone in my bed wishing I was with you. I find my fingers on my breasts and circle my fingers on top of the plaid shirt, until I feel my nipples stand hard pressing against the coarse fabric, my breasts are naked, for today I am braless and my touch is very arousing. Slowly I undo the white buttons, one at a time and ever so slowly until my shirt is open with the sides of my breasts now exposed. I slide off my shirt in one smooth fluid movement and it joins my jeans that lie on the floor discarded. I don't need clothes for what I have in mind, my desire, the thing I need to do, is to satisfy my wicked lust.
My fingers find my nipples once more, twisting them, pinching them making them hard. Squeezing them until their ache is matched by the ache between my legs. I massage the globes upon my chest, imagining it is your hands making love to my breasts, your fingers dancing on my areolas and best of all your fingers tweaking my nipples driving me into a state of wanton ecstasy. I love your velvety touch upon my body.
My hands move down, across my smooth, barren mound and over the hills of my hot sex covered by a stratum of electric blue silk with a black band of lace just above my slit. My fingers wander under the lace band, skating across the smooth flesh only to tarry at my clitoral hood. The flesh is warm, enticing it my clit is throbbing under my hood. Pounding, beckoning and desiring to be touched. The pink nub barely out, but when touched I shudder, moan and I become very wet. Raising my butt, with two fingers I ease the wet electric blue silk from my wet pink pussy. Now I play with my nakedness that lies below my waist. My fingers on the source of my heat, my wetness and the place I long for your touch.
My fingers slide over myself, teasing my body and not giving in to what I crave, not just yet. I slide my hands down, over my thighs, drawing my fingernails along the soft inner flesh. It makes me hold my breath as my pleasure mixes with a touch of pain, thinking it is you. Thinking it is you hurting me and making me want you more.
I reach the place I was after and let my hand rest over my mound. My smooth shaven skin touched with the beginnings of dampness, anyone could see how much I want you.
A single finger slides along the outside of my slit; soon it is covered in my ambrosia, I am ready to take my need a step further. I slip it between my wet lips. Taking a breath as I feel how hot and wet I have really become. I let this single finger slide up into my pussy, gently over my opening in one sinuous movement, barely touching my skin until I reach my clit.
My clit is throbbing and hot, screaming for me to touch it. Slowly I let my finger reach for what I want, slowly at first I start to stroke at my clit.
I feel the pressure mounting; driving me toward the edge, but I am not ready for that yet. I let my other hand find my second point of desire; covering it in my wetness I let my fingers tease the hole. I want to make this last as I hold onto the image of you.
I picture your tongue sliding over me, tasting how much I want you.
Knowing that in the presence of you I am helpless.
I push a finger inside of me and then follow it with another sliding them in deep and hard. I fuck myself with my fingers. Pushing in and out, curling them around inside of me all the time thinking it is you.
I want to take more; I need my pleasure to mix with pain. I need it to mirror the ecstasy and pain you cause me.
I push in a third finger and try for another; all the while the fingers on my clit match the movements inside of me. My movements become faster, harder and much more urgent.
I arch my back as I let your name escape form my lips. Moaning and sweating, I feel myself get closer. Closer to what I wish you could give me now and closer to what I need.
I am soaking, the wetness your image gives me. It drips down my wrist and onto my thighs. I can't hold it any longer, my body gives in, gives into the dirty desire I have been harboring within.
Wave after wave hits me. My body shudders and my mind is lost in the image of you taking me. Always there always inside my head, where my world of longing exists and you live.
Moaning and screaming, I finally have what I wanted and even though I am totally exhausted...I still crave your sensual touch.