Menage a moi

Menage a moi

My mind wanders
it has been days, maybe even a week
urges grow stronger the longer I have waited

Lust overcomes decency
rolling to my stomach my hand explores downwards
sliding under me teasing mound, short hairs and swelling lips

Ears strain to warn of footfalls
excitement casts aside the last of integrity
clit swells and exposes itself and fingers swirl wetness about

Less and less with the teasing now
fingertips pressing more and more to the nubish center of pleasure
finding the rhythm left to right, crushing the nub, turning coils in my belly

Mentally promising myself again that this time
as punishment I truly will lick my fingers clean of these repugnant juices
even though each time previously I have made this same promise and have not

The pleasure has built
the spring is tightly wound
the fingers struggle to tease it out

Fingers and toes curl
muscles bunch
back arches


Waves of orgasm
ride the waves
pleasure

Minutes later
examine my wet hand and fingers
make a face and merely taste of myself

Break my promise
I will do better next time
stand upon weary legs - go wash up - rest contentedly