Last night I tossed and turned on my bed,
with thoughts of you.
Desire and need coursing through my veins.
My limbs quivering in aching need.
As yearning, along my nerve endings played.
And soaked became my bed
where upon it my legs splayed.
Hands caressed my breasts.
Turgid points brushing across eager palms.
Of hands which refamiliarized themselves
over known territories.
They cupped, comforted, soothed and aroused.
Sliding slowly down my heaving stomach,
past the quaking need deep within.
Then the first gentle brush of
fingertips across bare lips.
Moist and pouty with
hard tipped tongue inside.
As searching in between for the source of my
discomfort.
Found.
And finger flicked over pointed tongue
Awakening shivers which were deeply felt.
While sweet tears slowly rolled out of me.
Wetting a passage for imminent entry.
Which comes.
Spread lips grin in happy acceptance.
Mouth open expectantly waiting to be filled.
It hungrily grasps my fingers. First one,
then two, and then.
Suckling them, as a babe on a teat.
And though it appeases, the longing ache remains.
To be filled with a thicker, greater length.
As erotic visions in my head play.
Then frenzied fingers rapid strokes
as other digits fly across the hardened tip.
Which stretches, yearningly; blood engorged.
So tighter, so harder, so faster, so deeper, so much, so much more
So.......YES!
A sigh. Long and drawn out follows.
As completion settles over my spent frame.
And slumber quickly captures me.
...Until another night.