Blaze Erotica V - You...
I can't get you out of my mind. I know it borders insanity,
that complete, consuming way in which you enter my thoughts
and dominate them. I close my eyes and you're there,
your voice creeps into my head and my heart begins to pound.
I want you so desperately that my body reacts to these thoughts
as if you were here... touching me.
I lie alone, thinking. It's dark and I am bare, tossing
and turning in bed because my wandering mind's eye
keeps going back to you and the last time. The look in your
eyes that lets me know you're wanting and ready. The
grip of your hand that pulls me possessively towards you.
The smell of your skin... the taste of your mouth.
Without seeking it, my body feeds off the thought of you.
My nipples tighten, enticing me into touching them. They
tingle urgently when I hold back and send jolts of longing
to my pussy which reacts by becoming slicker and throbbing.
Images of you flash through my mind and I don't know
how long I'll be able to hold back until I have to touch...
have to seek release.
I roll over, whimpering my frustration, angry at myself
for the weakness the mere thought of you causes in my will.
I hear you... "Cum..." and I want to, desperately,
though you're nowhere near. Wetter.. so much so that
it begins to coat me. I have to touch. You do this to me...
you and no other.
Again I roll over, my forearm drapes itself over my arm,
as if the action would be able to block the mental pictures
of you that possess me. To no avail, I weaken further and
my right hand grazes the taut peak of my nipples and they
make me shiver... answering my tease with an electric 'Yes...
touch...'
I open my eyes wide, my breath caught in my throat, the room
silent save for it. I surrender to the feeling of my fingers
rolling over my nipples and before I know it, the arm that
once hid my eyes, lowers and finds my legs parted and ready...
my fingers find my slit soaked... my clit hard.
You do this to me and I have no choice but to obey. Night after
night, when I'm not with you, my craving becomes unbearable
and yes, again my finger slips inside me, again I close my
eyes and moan into an empty room, again I press the heel of
my hand against my throbbing clit and masturbate to the
thought of you.
I need to cum so badly, before I even let my finger circle
my clit, before I let myself touch too closely. I know it
won't be long and though I want to savor, I cannot, you
won't let me. I hear you urging me. Your voice in my ear...
"Touch... touch for me..." You make me so fucking
wet that I need nothing, not even when I let my finger slip
lower to gently tease the opening of my asshole. I want it...
so much...
My chest is rising and falling now, the room no longer quiet
or echoing the sound of my breath. I moan now that I touch,
I whimper from the pleasure the thought of you brings me
though I am alone and I don't care what a passer by might
hear. I'm cumming... to the thought of you...
I can't stop... I can't... my middle finger has
taken a life of its own, its mission to bring my body pleasure.
It alternates from teasing my clit to plunging deep inside
me when I come too close to orgasm, frequently it comes to
my lips so that I may taste it, suck it as I would you if you
were here.
My body becomes a blur of motion and reaction, my mind playing
the memories of you on a loop and it's as if you were there
again. Back arching, sharp intakes of air, mumbled words
of pleasure, hair in my mouth, the sounds of my wet pussy
being stroked, fucked by my own fingers... cuming... closer...
closer... God... you're going to make me cum again...
and I am helpless.
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