This post is a little more explicit than others, and in some areas a little more true. So if your hair curls easily you might grab a beer and enjoy the ride! lol
I sit here in a black lace bra with thong to match.
It's warm and I'm running 2 fingers up and down the inside of my left cup
I wonder what you are doing now.
The bra is one of those push up jobs.
Forcing the soft curves of my breasts high.
If you looked upon me now, would you like what you see?
The scant triangle of my thong is only held together by thin elastic, running my waist and betwixt my cheeks
I worry at the extra flesh it fails to hide. Would it disappoint you?
I run the back of my knuckles along the excess spilling over my bra.
I think of the way your skins smells when you hold me close.
Firmly, I touch - feel the contours of my stomach.
Caressing my belly, savouring the sensations it brings.
My mind wanders, remembering of the strength of your hands, your arms
Heat snaking lower
I begin to throb, twitch with excitement.
Closing my eyes, I envision the feel of your weight upon me.
My lips part as I suck a quick breath in response.
I slide my right foot up, raising my knee in an effort to accommodate you.
My head lolls to the right.
I trail my nails down the exposed skin, dreaming of your teeth nibbling at my neck.
I continue down thru the valley of my breasts, bra discarded.
I begin to pet the silky smoothness of my inner thighs.
Ahhh- what I wouldn't give, that it be your hand instead of mine.
A low moan escapes at the very thought imagined
My hand, a will of it's own, brushes the lace of my thong.
The flesh beneath clenches and shudders.
Now , pretending in earnest, it's your hand. I slip under the bit of lace.
Gently touching the slick moisture
My arousal rockets, I become hotter, wetter.
My fingers questing more insistently.
My head thrashing side to side, Breaths coming in staggered gasps.
Hips rising to meet the demanding thrusts of my digits.
The heel of my hand abrading, almost bruising the sensitive nub with each entry.
Faster and higher. Higher and faster, I soar.
Like a ticking time bomb with only one purpose - to explode.
And then, for one moment. One exquisite moment, time ceases to be.
A groan, low in my throat purrs.
I rub, ever so gently, a few more times. trying to prolong the sensation.
But - it's too much feeling
My arm, exhausted from its trial lays limp along side my body.
Enjoying the blissful calm flooding my body, I fall asleep
