Words in Thoughts

I almost asked if you had read my words. Almost asked if I should keep writing.
And then I realized, while I would like to know…I also write them for me, not just for you. My own bit of selfish, my own little release. But still, connected, to you.
Like at night, when I am in bed, soft music playing, my mind wandering to you. Running to you. Until my fingers slip beneath the band of my pajama pants to tentatively touch the spot soft with curls. Underneath, a tingling. That warmth spreading. I tickle myself through my black panties, caressing the lips of my pussy, running my fingernails across the fabric until my hips begin to shift.
I roll to my side and reach into the drawer next to me, and slide my legs out of my pajamas as a quiet hum begins below the music. Slowly, I slide the teal vibe between my legs until the vibrations touch the folds of skin covering my clit. I want to go slow, take my time, tease the pleasure out of myself. But I quickly find my panties on the floor, my legs spread open, cool air now teasing my pussy, increasing the tingling. I press the imitation cock between my nether lips and click the button that increases the vibrations. I bite my lip as the stimulation pulses through me.
My hips are moving on their own now, tight circles against the pulsations. The fake cock is too big to fit inside of me, so I slide two fingers in instead, curling them, feeling my cunt squeeze together, wanting more. Wanting your fingers inside of me, your cock pressed against my pussy.
I click again and my hips hang suspended in the air, the vibrator assaulting my clit at full force. I forget to breathe, my eyes roll back, my body freezes. I feel my pussy spasm, as close to cumming as I can get. I can’t stand the vibrations any more, but pulling away is equally as intense.
If that ain’t a metaphor for life, I don’t know what is....

Last updated October 20, 2018