| 12:22a |
She was filled with that damn desire all day. She kept thinking about that moment when he took her hand and pulled her from the room. She tried to distract herself with all the things she needed to do, but she kept going back to that touch. She imagined him at home, in his bed, enjoying her, hoping that would curb her desire. She craved him even more. Picturing him doing what he does so well...even though it wasn't with her, did nothing to dampen the desire...if anything it made it worse. It was enticing...the thought of watching him... She wondered if that was why he always asked for her to "tell him about it."
She was ready to explode...she needed release...she needed him. But she was trying to behave. She called the man with whom she could be with. She let him know she needed some attention. She made it through the rest of her day...cooked dinner, did a little shopping. They came home and he turned on the television. She went upstairs and put on something sexy. She came back downstairs and walked passed him to the other room. He followed her and came up behind her. She did not turn around. She needed to clear the other man from her head. He reached out and touched her. He rubbed her shoulders, ran his fingers down her back, lower and lower... She finally turned around...she kissed him. His taste was not the taste she craved. She tried again to clear him from her head. She kept kissing him. She turned and took his hand. She took him up to their bed. She laid down on her back. He reached for her and pulled down her panties. He turned her to her side and began to kiss her backside. He ran his tongue over her...he turned her back and spread her legs. He kissed her thighs...licked her thighs, moving higher and higher until he reached her heat. His mouth did not feel like her lovers mouth. She tried not to think of him...tried so hard to stay in the moment. She took the man in her head and put him out into the room, because she could not completely clear him from her head she thought she would let him watch...She had enjoyed imagining him earlier...perhaps he would enjoy watching her.
The man between her legs was trying to bring her the release she craved. She wanted that release. His mouth was not the mouth she wanted. She told him she needed him inside of her. She thought that would feel more like him. She pulled him into her. She pushed his hips so he would thrust deeply into her. She kept thinking of the other. Did he like what he was seeing. Did he want to pull the man from her and thrust deeply into her himself? She reached down to touch herself. She touched him as well. It felt so different... not what she wanted, but she needed to cum. She was ready to explode from her need to cum. She rubbed herself as he thrust into her. She could not cum. She rolled over to let him ride her from the back. She continued the play with her fingers. She rubbed, she stroked...finally she came.
Will he beckon? Will he let her out of the box if she promises to go quietly back into it? I know she has been noisy in her box, but she so needs to stretch her legs...just a bit. |