Monday evening
Laying on the floor starring at the compute screen, numbers blurring together. Roll over caressing my breasts thinking about what happened yesterday. Nipples harden and breath quickens at the memory of hands caressing my body. No not yesterday....
. --ZZZZZZZ the computer buzzes. Ahhh it him. I wish he would pick up his shit and be gone. I turn off the computer, pussy demanding attention as if on command. No not this time. A call the the storage unit, "Sell the whole thing. Yes everything. I dont care you can have it for a dollar. Im done"
And like that a year of bad memories washed away with the rain.
I open a window ,still too hot. My nipples still hard from a faded memory sticking to the tank top. A familiar wetness begins between my legs. NO. Months of phone call and Skype had taken their toll. A cold shower erases the sensations.
It is still early but the bed is inviting and seems to be calling. I sink into the mattress mind empties the day and relax. sleep takes over
Rustling wakes me, bed moves so slightly. I wait for patter of paws. I drifted in and out.
Mmmms tingles begin at my feet working their way up my legs. Ahhhhh
I
Not Alone. Suddenly awake unable to move, fear quickly give way to calmness. Hands seem to brush over my eyes, closing them. Hands caressing my face, voice whispers ' Shhh it is alright. Relax' More hands pull my shoulder back down to the bed, a body beside me.
More whispers 'Don't be scared. Are you sacred?' A No escapes my mouth
'Good.' Lips gently caresses my neck . A kiss, the feeling of my body completely letting go to this...the wetness returns
. --ZZZZZZZ the computer buzzes. Ahhh it him. I wish he would pick up his shit and be gone. I turn off the computer, pussy demanding attention as if on command. No not this time. A call the the storage unit, "Sell the whole thing. Yes everything. I dont care you can have it for a dollar. Im done"
And like that a year of bad memories washed away with the rain.
I open a window ,still too hot. My nipples still hard from a faded memory sticking to the tank top. A familiar wetness begins between my legs. NO. Months of phone call and Skype had taken their toll. A cold shower erases the sensations.
It is still early but the bed is inviting and seems to be calling. I sink into the mattress mind empties the day and relax. sleep takes over
Rustling wakes me, bed moves so slightly. I wait for patter of paws. I drifted in and out.
Mmmms tingles begin at my feet working their way up my legs. Ahhhhh
I
Not Alone. Suddenly awake unable to move, fear quickly give way to calmness. Hands seem to brush over my eyes, closing them. Hands caressing my face, voice whispers ' Shhh it is alright. Relax' More hands pull my shoulder back down to the bed, a body beside me.
More whispers 'Don't be scared. Are you sacred?' A No escapes my mouth
'Good.' Lips gently caresses my neck . A kiss, the feeling of my body completely letting go to this...the wetness returns
8 years ago
I hear you inhale, not a sharp and quick reaction, but I read it as your lusty desire for my advances. My work hardened hand cups your tit, your nipple hardens the minute I fondle it and our lips meet. There is no guessing now, your lips part and our tongues meet and begin the dance of lust and desire.
I release your breast, it follows my hand as I move it down, gravity is so wonderful in bed, I hesitate and find your nipple giving it a pinch and then I feel you move under me. Your legs part and I know you want more than a stranger kissing your lips and fondling your breast.