It drives me crazy to listen to your slightly agitated breathing, feel the citrus perfume surrounding your neck, feel that fresh breath from the extra mint in that pill, see your mouth moving, refusing my mouth, while your hands tightly grip my hair; see that belt half-falling onto your shoulder, revealing the tattoo you tried to hide this night; feel the warmth of your arms and the humidity between your legs; feel the softness of your legs and see them rubbing against each other, defying the desires I know you have but don't want to admit due to some fear- he said as he was leaving me at my house.
-I can't do it- I whispered in his ear -and gave him a kiss before getting out of the car.
I was very nervous, my whole body was shaking, what he described about how I felt was very accurate. There's no more difficult situation than saying no when you want to scream yes. I loved it, it drove me crazy, just listening to him talk made my crotch lubricate. He had that smooth and firm tone of voice that at the same time caressed my skin, it was unbeatable. But I couldn't, simply couldn't. It was too long to explain and hard to understand. You had to live it to understand it.
I went into my house, went to my room, and sat on the bed thinking, remembering the moment, analyzing it. I was hot. I wanted him to possess me, but I couldn't access it. Something in me was stronger than that tsunami of desires. I took off my clothes and decided to take a shower to calm down before going to sleep.
I turn on the water and fill the bathtub. I get in, while it's filling up. I keep thinking, close my eyes, it's as if my body is asleep, I can't even feel the water wetting me, or notice its temperature. I was gone, submerged in my head, walking through my thoughts. Why can't I do it?- I asked myself inside. The bathtub was totally full, not overflowing thanks to the drain that prevented it from spilling over. I felt a lot of heat. Some sweat droplets were running down my face. My groin was burning. It was a combination of situations: first the car, then my head, now the water... and him.
I thought about his voice, his hands tracing me, inserting them into my cleavage, allowing them to find my nipples. I remembered how he put them in his mouth and licked them softly; how I felt his breathing, those light gasps that disturbed me with auditory pleasure. I remembered how his palms traced my legs until they got under my skirt, and caressed me above the underwear, along the edges.
I recalled it all with mine, making the path he had made with his. My fingers felt an immense need to insert themselves into me and find a precise point, a just point, key. They didn't stay inside, but instead went back out, rubbing my lips, clitoris. I tried to do it with the tenderness and sweetness with which he did.
Then I took the soap, very soft and creamy, that made my skin feel like his hands. I started passing it over all sides: my legs, arms, abdomen, breasts, neck. I left nothing untouched by that soft soap, simulating his gentle hands. The heat kept taking hold of me, I was at a climax. Never had anything happened to me like this before. Never in an intimate encounter with myself had I managed to extaticize myself so much. It was too concentrated pleasure, about to burst.
I turned my hand back to my pelvis, inserting my fingers again, while with the other I caressed around them until I exploded in a moan, indicating the level of heat I had. It was long, if not two consecutive ones. I lay down, eyes closed, for a moment. He wasn't out of my head.
I emptied the bathtub and opened the shower to finish my bath with cold water. finish relaxing. As I leave, my cell phone rings with a message: 'I felt you just as you made me feel. I need to have you, let me have you.'
-I can't do it- I whispered in his ear -and gave him a kiss before getting out of the car.
I was very nervous, my whole body was shaking, what he described about how I felt was very accurate. There's no more difficult situation than saying no when you want to scream yes. I loved it, it drove me crazy, just listening to him talk made my crotch lubricate. He had that smooth and firm tone of voice that at the same time caressed my skin, it was unbeatable. But I couldn't, simply couldn't. It was too long to explain and hard to understand. You had to live it to understand it.
I went into my house, went to my room, and sat on the bed thinking, remembering the moment, analyzing it. I was hot. I wanted him to possess me, but I couldn't access it. Something in me was stronger than that tsunami of desires. I took off my clothes and decided to take a shower to calm down before going to sleep.
I turn on the water and fill the bathtub. I get in, while it's filling up. I keep thinking, close my eyes, it's as if my body is asleep, I can't even feel the water wetting me, or notice its temperature. I was gone, submerged in my head, walking through my thoughts. Why can't I do it?- I asked myself inside. The bathtub was totally full, not overflowing thanks to the drain that prevented it from spilling over. I felt a lot of heat. Some sweat droplets were running down my face. My groin was burning. It was a combination of situations: first the car, then my head, now the water... and him.
I thought about his voice, his hands tracing me, inserting them into my cleavage, allowing them to find my nipples. I remembered how he put them in his mouth and licked them softly; how I felt his breathing, those light gasps that disturbed me with auditory pleasure. I remembered how his palms traced my legs until they got under my skirt, and caressed me above the underwear, along the edges.
I recalled it all with mine, making the path he had made with his. My fingers felt an immense need to insert themselves into me and find a precise point, a just point, key. They didn't stay inside, but instead went back out, rubbing my lips, clitoris. I tried to do it with the tenderness and sweetness with which he did.
Then I took the soap, very soft and creamy, that made my skin feel like his hands. I started passing it over all sides: my legs, arms, abdomen, breasts, neck. I left nothing untouched by that soft soap, simulating his gentle hands. The heat kept taking hold of me, I was at a climax. Never had anything happened to me like this before. Never in an intimate encounter with myself had I managed to extaticize myself so much. It was too concentrated pleasure, about to burst.
I turned my hand back to my pelvis, inserting my fingers again, while with the other I caressed around them until I exploded in a moan, indicating the level of heat I had. It was long, if not two consecutive ones. I lay down, eyes closed, for a moment. He wasn't out of my head.
I emptied the bathtub and opened the shower to finish my bath with cold water. finish relaxing. As I leave, my cell phone rings with a message: 'I felt you just as you made me feel. I need to have you, let me have you.'
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