I feel very tense tonight, and have an incredibly strong yearning for release.
It has been five days of complete abstinence, an entire sexless work week.
Sitting naked on my bed, I turn to glance at my reflection in the full length
mirror on the wall. I admire my bright red hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy,
freckled skin. My gaze wanders over my rather large, round breasts and
their pink, sensitive nipples: soft globes of flesh that seem to invite caresses
and fondling. A smile touches my full lips as I slip my hand down across
the front of my chest, lightly passing over one nipple, feeling it harden
beneath my palm's passage. I blush with arousal as an electric tingle
shoots straight to my clit, which begins to demand attention. I resist,
at least for now...
I let my other hand drop down past my tummy to caress the top of my
bare thigh. My legs are long, made shapely by tennis and biking. White
cotton socks adorn my small feet, at the moment my only item of
clothing.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back, wondering if I should pleasure myself,
or perhaps only tease. My fingers roam over my chest, pausing to roll a nipple.
I lick my lips in anticipation.
I decide I really need an orgasm tonight.
But how? My mind tingles with possibility. Glancing over my shoulder, I
consider the soft coverings of the bed, imagining myself reclining, legs apart,
and beginning my climb to ecstasy. Turning my eyes toward the bathroom,
I consider the waiting tub. Were it to be filled with hot, steamy water, and
liberal amounts of scented bubblebath, it could become my personal oasis
of paradise.
My hand moves slowly from my thigh to my soft pubic mound. The feel of the
fine, reddish-blonde hair is enticing and exotic tonight. I brush one fingertip
lightly against my clitoris, and my desire swells. My gaze settles on the
full-length mirror. I want something new tonight, something exciting.
My breath increases and my heart races as I make my decision. I close my
eyes once more, and allow my fingertips to rub rhythmically against my clit
in mesmerizing circles. This sends surges of pleasure through me. I quiver
with lust, my arousal making me weak, and lay back on the bed. I move so
that my left hand palms a breast, while my right continues to work erotic
magic on my love button. As if transfixed, my eyes slip open and stare at my
flushed face in the mirror. Not daring to touch myself directly anymore, I slide
my fingers off my clit and into my wet vagina. My pussy quivers, sending
throbs of arousal through me. The sensation is almost like sex, yet with
an edge of teasing, not satisfaction. I begin to wonder if I could stop myself
now. Am I past the point of no return?
Squirming beneath my sensual ministrations, I force myself to a sitting position
and peer into the mirror. I want to witness my own orgasm.
My legs open as my fingers pump in and out a little faster. My shapely rear
grinds against the satin sheets and my eyes fight to stay open.
Abruptly, I stop. My desire crests just below the threshold of orgasm, and I
moan in delicious frustration.
Tonight I need to see everything up close. Though my knees are weak, I
manage to rise from the bed. I slowly approach the mirror, staring intently
at my hard, pointed nipples and damp, glistening thighs. Sliding up to
within a few inches of the glass, I part the soft curls concealing my mound
and rub the swollen nub of flesh buried just inside the tingling folds of my
pussy. I gasp and feel my entire body quiver in response. My free hand
finds a nipple and squeezes, increasing the sensation to almost irresistible
levels. On shaky legs I repeat the movements again and again, my swollen,
eager lips and buzzing clit letting me know that they can take little more.
My orgasm begins to build deep inside my body. I shiver almost continually
now, my eyes fighting to remain open. The urge to collapse onto the bed is
strong, I strain to keep my balance and remain standing.
Sweat glistens across my upper arms, as the heat of my blood causes my
body to flush with more and more warmth. Faster and faster I move, my
slippery fingertips running in circles across my feverish, pulsing clit. The soft
inner wetness of my pussy increases and I moan again, eyes fluttering. I
watch myself draw ever closer to total release, marveling at the incredible
sensations that are sweeping through my entire body. I tap the aroused
node of flesh protruding from my soaking pussy, toying with it, stroking it,
ever harder, until at long last my orgasm swells beyond all restraint.
I go up on tiptoe as I cum, the incredible climax raging through my nearly
helpless body. I am able to feel the inner walls of my pussy contract and
release. My clit throbs and pulses and all strength drains from me as my
orgasm erupts. I reach one arm out and brace myself against the wall,
fighting the feminine weakness that spreads through me like wildfire. I
moan and gasp, unable to keep silent as the unbelievable wave of
ecstasy flows outward from my pussy to every part of me.
After what seems an eternity, I sigh as the orgasm recedes into beautiful
afterglow. I pause another moment, taking one last look at my weak, fulfilled
body in the mirror, then turn. On wobbly legs I reach the bed and sit. I stretch
languidly, pointing my toes.
Slowly, I reach for my panties.
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