Filed under: Masturbation
sometimes i wonder if he and i are neurologically connected. i think he can sense my need, my lust, my drive or he is just reading my tweets (insert smirk here).
he emails me.
i write back.
after a few exchanges and i am guessing he is testing the waters. he sends me something he wrote. the first sentence and i am throbbing, twitching and my breathing slows down. i read on and it is exactly what i need, want, desire. my heart starts pounding and i can feel the wetness pooling. when i get to the end i am shaking at a response back to him. it’s been such a long time and i feel like i took a hit of something really fucking good.
my discipline, my control, my will power is out the door.
i grab my vibrator and i come within seconds. it wasn’t short, it was long and drawn out as the images were playing in my mind. i lay there panting and quivering and the buzz of the vibrator reeling on the highest setting. my clit is numb and a few minutes later i try again and i yelp and whine my orgasm free.
it feels so good to have that again. to have colors in my mind and reading words that physical hold and mold me.
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