Sauce*Box 20: Fantasy Lover

Fantasy Lover
by Scritti

TANDING BESIDE my bed, my thoughts begin to roam, to take flight. I&Mac226;m thinking of my dark haired lover, the one who sets my soul on fire, the one who lights my imagination, who fills my heart with such thoughts and desires as I have never had. He is not in this room with me and yet he is. I feel his presence all around me as my daydreams turn to him.

I reach down, taking the hem of my short blue nightshirt in my hand and pull it seductively upwards, baring my body inch by inch, as though to tease my love. First, my pussy comes into view. Dark hair trimmed short and neat hide what treasures lie beneath. My flat midriff then the very bottom of my breast. Smiling to myself, knowing my lover is waiting to see what else will be revealed, I pull the shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. I stand nude, before my imaginary love, allowing his eyes to drink their fill.

My hands wander over my breast, over sensitive nipples, aching for his touch. My nipples react instantly to my smooth palms, and gentle fingertips. Hard little buds that I trace and tease and softly pinch between two fingers. My body aches for him, for his mouth, his hands, his hard cock.

My hands drift lower, over my stomach, covering my pubic area from his intense gaze. My hands slide over the tops of my thighs and around to cup my buttocks, squeezing and kneading as his hands would if he were here.

My legs open slightly as my hands caress the outer lips of my wet, aching pussy. One finger dips into that nether region and finds wetness, unbelievable wetness. As my fingers explore my slit, from front to back, my head falls back and I moan helplessly. If only my love could be with me now.

My finger finds my clit, that sensitive little bud that makes strong women melt like hot candle wax. Lightly stroking, making my body throb and yearn for another’s touch.

I pull back the covers and slip into bed, reaching over to turn out the light, plunging the room into utter darkness. One hand resumes its quest to bring me pleasure as the other reaches for the vibrator on the bed beside my pillow. Seven long inches of sheer pleasure.

Spreading my legs wide, I rub it against my pussy lips, teasing, building anticipation for what is to come. My lover is prominent in my imagination as he takes the toy from me and inserts it into my body. Little by little, my body takes it in, stretching my pussy, filling my body, it becomes my lover’s cock.

All the way in, only to pull out. Back in, only to pull out, over and over my love teases me, refusing to give my body what it needs and desires most.

My lover turns on the vibrator, sending pulsing waves of pleasure crashing through me. He picks up the tempo, thrusting his cock into me forcefully, determined to make me scream in an agony of pleasure. Legs spread, knees bent, back arching to meet his every thrust, I cannot bear this sweet torture for long, yet I do not want him to stop.

The toy vibrates against my clit, against the tight walls of my pussy, making my breath come in great gasps of air.

Fuck me, I moan to my lover. Please, oh please don’t stop, please…

With a sudden gasp for breath, a tremendous shudder hurtles through me as my love brings me to orgasm. Over and over, this pleasure is torture. I see his smile of satisfaction in my minds eye as my hips grind his cock into my pussy, as my climax makes me cry out in the darkness.

Breathing slowing down, returning somewhat to normal, body trembling, hands shaking, knees quivering…

I turn onto my side, my lover’s cock still in my hand. I go to sleep only to dream of him.

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