Yearning to have him again, does she dare stroke her own fires of desire? |
The room is aglow as the kindling is burning. I watch the flames leap and dance my mind wanders as my body is still yearning. Though we just recently departed I can still feel you deep inside. My hands run smoothly over my breasts remembering the oh so wild ride. Nipples harden at my own touch knowing fingers pinch and flick. Imagining your lips and teeth on them wishing it was your tongue taking a lick. My thighs come tightly together as my pussy begins to twitch. My hands lower past my belly eager to scratch the erotic itch. I part my knees and touch my mound my fingers dip into a pool of heat. Folds so wet my fingers easily glide coaxing an ecstasy ever so sweet. Anxious to bow to my burning desire I slide two fingers into my slit. As I move them willfully in and out my thumb strokes roughly over my clit. Adding yet another finger my pussy twinges and begins to squeeze. Imagining your dick plunging deeper my body succumbs to this titillating tease. Arching my back, moaning in sweet rapture my insides contract, I can feel myself going. With one last stroke over my hard nub my body goes tight, the juices are flowing. Sitting here in my own afterglow, I ask myself what have I just done? Would you be upset over what I just did or would it be from missing all the fun? My answer is a groan and not from me as I turn my head, my eyes meet yours. In my euphoric state I did not hear you return nor the opening and closing of the doors. My eyes sweep over your face as I move to stand but you shake your head as you come to my chair. No words are spoken but I know you are not angry when you kiss me and run your hands through my hair. You whisper in my ear how erotic that was and if you had to rate it you would give me a ten, your passion is stirred and I have left you hard, do I dare do it all over again? |