Erotica
As she read the seemingly endless story of the encounter,
she felt the stirrings again within her, that deep yearning
to be in the story, in the moments that were portrayed by
the words on the paper, experiencing all that was occurring,
the words coming to life in her mind.
It was late at night, the darkness of the room only broken
by the small reading light above her shoulder, shining
its illumination on the pages below. She had started the
book earlier, and was simply going to read until sleep overcame
her, but, to the contrary, each word, each sentence, each
paragraph only heightened her awareness, an awareness
of her own sensuality, and need.
The storm outside had abated slightly, the wind still blowing,
and the flashes of lightning giving the night an eerie exotic
quality, one of stimulation of the senses. The night excited
her, its darkness and secretiveness, and in the distance,
she could hear the sounds of a couple in the complex, sounds
of erotic pleasures being shared, sounds that only added
to the words she was reading.
Lying on the bed, the softness of the silken sheets on her
flesh, each erotic scene that was read instantly transformed
itself in her minds eye, and in her reality, she was the
woman on those pages, experiencing the raw sensations
of those moments, and the raw unbridled lust that was being
shared.
The sounds of the couple distant were also getting louder,
reaching her ears and stimulating her further, only adding
to the scene that was playing in her mind.
As she continued reading, she unconsciously began to stroke
herself, long slow movements, and as her legs parted, she
felt the softness of her womanhood, and the forming wetness
that was now stimulating her. She was ready to have this
mystery man take her, a man as virile and sensual as the one
portrayed in the pages. A man of power, and of unbridled
animal passions.
As she closed her eyes, she visualized him there, strong,
masculine, looking down at her with his eyes fixed on her,
taking all of her in, and admiring the wantonness of his
woman, there in their bed. She visualized him admiring
her completely, every inch of her flesh, as it contrasted
the stark whiteness of the milky white sheets. She knew
that her outline and especially the way she had positioned
her body would instantly send to him the only message that
could be exchanged. She wanted him, all of him, and would
not delay any longer.
Opening her eyes, she faced the stark reality that her mystery
man would only be on the pages that evening, but nonetheless,
he would have her, in the way she had desired. Continuing
her reading, she again heard the sounds of the couple, long
low sounds coming from the female, obviously experiencing
pure physical pleasure as each sound somehow was amplified
through her open window, as it reached her brain. How she
wanted to be that woman that evening, and experience that
passion, that lust, and that satisfaction with her mystery
man.
Turning off the light, she set the book side, her arousal
something that no longer needing stimulation, as the flashes
of the lightening brilliantly illuminated the night sky,
adding an extra quality to her stimulation. She continued
to stroke herself, the wetness now full on her fingers,
and taking it to her mouth, she knew she was ready, the musky
scent of her womanhood now full on her. Slipping her finger
back into herself, she now allowed it to move in and out,
slowly at first, while using a free digit to rub and stimulate
her now throbbing clitoris, its bid now firm and hard with
her every touch.
It was her mystery man that was performing this act of sensual
arousal on her, and she pictured him there above her, his
hands moving across her golden flesh, arousing each and
every nerve ending, making her a complete woman, his woman,
a complete sexual animal, one that would not be denied that
evening
As her hands moved across her flesh, in her mind it was his
strong hands on her, cupping her breasts, stroking her
sides, inside her thighs, her stomach, and finally, at
long last, taking in his fingertips those now erect buds
of her nipples. Her back arched at the sensation of that
initial touch, the rush of pleasure reaching every nerve
ending of her body, a low moan now escaping her lips, almost
simultaneously with that of the female she had heard earlier.
It was her mystery man touching her, inside her, stoking
her, and the more vivid the image she saw of him, the more
aroused she became, her body now reacting totally to the
heights of lust that were forming within her, ready to be
released. As he body began to simulate the movements of
their copulation, her thoughts became more manically
rapid, stimulated by her erotic images and the animalistic
sounds of the couple.
She was keeping up with them, and knew, from their sounds,
that their full expression of their lust was soon to occur.
Stroking herself faster, she began to hear the same sounds
come from her mouth, and although her window was open, it
did not matter, as she was only consumed by the thought of
her mystery man, and his passionate lovemaking with her.
Deep within her, she felt the initial rush, the torrent
that would not be denied, and as hard as she tried to hold
it back, increasing her orgasm, she could not, as it would
not obey her desires. It came rushing, a flood of milky wetness
flowing from her as her climax erupted, simultaneously
with the couple, the sounds of their mutual satisfaction
being heard into the night. As her body shuddered, the last
waves of her climax cascading through her, the cool evening
air blanketed her, as sleep came to her.
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