Sizzzzzzeling . . .
by A.J.Heard

Sasunnaich:

Sitting in front of the monitor, thinking of you, touching me, kissing me, whispering in my ear. Your words making me wet, nipples peaking, skin becomes hot and sensitive to your touch.

My fingers slide slowly down to the ring in my navel, tugging to feel sensations fanning out as my one finger follows behind to slip between soft, swollen lips, seeking the pearl in this raspberry colored oyster. A red nail flicks back and forth over the hard standing protuberance, all feelings centering to this tiny point. Urgency builds, wanting deepens, need overtakes me. My inner muscles ripple and clinch, on . . . nothing. Wanton heat makes me whimper, trying to be quiet, I try not to awaken him, in the bedroom, but I am so ready for you it makes it difficult to remember the need for quiet.

Surreptitiously I pleasure myself. Fingers moving in and out, thumbnail flicks my clit rhythmically as my hips writhe and I attempt to still them to quiet the chair. Repression, restriction lending it's two cents worth is enough to send me rushing unheeding to the edge flinging me over the precipice. I am spun out amongst the farthest galaxies returning with the speed of light to once more discover I am alone. (sigh) Where is my Prince of Dreams?