Wednesday, 22 August 2012

The awakening. Again.

I wake up. In a hazy no man's land of my mind, I am not yet awake, but not asleep. I turn sleepily on my back and, for the first time in weeks, I feel the need.

I stretch, arch, and let my legs fall open.

As my hand delves in between the lips of my pussy, I let my fingers test myself carefully. I'm wet, ready, slippery, fresh and warm.

I am thinking of nothing or nobody in particular; faces, bodies floating through my mind. The Lover's face appears for a moment then fades away. Then The Teacher's heavy whisper burning my cheek slowly retreating. And Boy's beautiful hands, as I see them, caressing my nipples. My lovers, past and future, in a parade of pictures, sounds and possibilities.

Then just nothing again. Just me and the sensation as I  stroke myself very leisurely, my fingertips teasing a slow beautifully sating long orgasm from the swollen fleshiness of my clit.

Then I open my eyes.

I am awake again at last. All alone and strangely happy.

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