0 comments/ 42224 views/ 0 favorites Alone By: EarthWind She stands naked in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection that bounces back at her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and dances across her breasts as she turns her head from side to side, trying to see herself out of the corners of her eyes. The tips of her hair tickle her chest and she rubs her breasts, hoping to be rid of the tingling feeling. Yet when she returns her gaze to the mirror, she realizes that her nipples have puckered a little. With a slight frown, she raises her right arm and crosses it over her chest, her fingers hovering over her left breast. She wants to touch it, but is unsure of her own reaction. As she brings her arm down, her fingers brushe across her nipple, sending a shiver through her body. She raises her arm again and this time she holds her breast in the palm of her hand, feeling the warmth and softness. She moves her thumb over the nipple and she feels it grow hard under her touch. Shocked, she pulls her hand away, but the lure of a hard nipple is not easy to resist. Bringing her other hand to her right breast, she begins to massage it, using her thumb as she had before. Using both her hands now, she eagerly caresses her breasts, her nipples growing from the rubbing, and she pulls and pinches them. More shivers pulse through her body and she becomes aware of a sensation that tingles between her legs. She continues to play with her breasts in front of the mirror, enjoying the pleasurable feelings she’s having. She doesn’t want to stop, but her nipples are becoming sore. She takes a quick breath as her hands leave her chest and begin to descend her body. She closes her eyes, and her fingertips move slowly, barely touching her skin. She touches her face, feeling the smoothness of her cheeks, the curve in her neck. She crosses her arms, hands sliding down her sides, around to her lower back and over her bottom. Her fingers pause for a moment, and then she traces an invisible line over her opening, letting a finger slip inside for a brief moment. Opening her eyes, she brings her arms to her sides, a sly grin on her face. She looks down over her body and watches her chest rise and fall with each breath. She moves her hands to her stomach, not totally realizing the effects of her actions. Looking back at the mirror, she watches her hands slide down her stomach, over her hips and down the outside of her thighs. She continues past her knees and down to her ankles. Bending over like this causes her breasts to dangle freely, and she giggles as they sway back and forth. She lifts her hands up and takes a breast in each hand. The nipples are beginning to go soft so she plays with them again, pinching and rubbing. She likes how they feel as they grow hard from her touch. For a moment, she looses herself in ecstasy. She opens her mouth and pushes up her right breast with her hand until the nipple comes in contact with her wet tongue. She licks the nipple, then closes her lips around her breast, sucking and licking it within the confines of her mouth. Just as quickly, she lets go of her breast and stands up, but she becomes dizzy from all the blood rushing to her head. She tries to catch her balance, but ends up falling onto the bed, her comforter closing in over her body like a cocoon. She giggles as she relaxes into the softness, taking some deep breaths in order to calm down her excitement. She tries to turn around, but her legs get twisted between the bed covers. Reaching between her legs to pull herself apart, she gasps when her fingers come in contact with something warm and wet. Holding it up to her nose, she smells it. Its not a totally displeasing odor. Unsure of what caused the sticky goo, she continues to pull the blanket away from her legs. Once free, she becomes curious again and moves closer to the edge of the bed, keeping her legs open in order to see better. Glancing at the mirror, she smiles as she slides her right hand down her stomach and between her legs. Her face betrays her hidden feelings as her fingers meet with her pussy lips. Pushing through, she touches her clit for the first time, sending her into a state of pure pleasure never known to her. She wriggles her fingers over her clit, then pushes them in deeper, her hand now covered with her juices. Not sure of what to do, she continues to push her fingers and hand into her pussy. Remembering the sensations of playing with her nipples, she used her free hand to continue pulling and pinching them, first one breast then the other. Moving her hand from her pussy to her clit again, she falls back onto the bed, closing her eyes. Her fingers move back and forth over her clit in fast strokes, sometimes pushing on it, sometimes pulling it. Her flesh is not her own anymore as her pleasure surges. Eyes tightly closed, she licks her lips and arches her back. She feels herself beginning to loose control. Letting out a long, deep moan, her breathing stops and her body is rocked with her first orgasm. Alone Sometimes at night I sit here alone, while waiting for you to come on-line. Daydreaming about you and I, and everything we might do together if we were near each other. Hoping that my plan works out soon, as I can't wait to give you all those hugs and kisses, and to tell you that I love you in person and seeing your face as I tell you. I start to get really horny thinking about you, as my mind replays a certain night in which you made me shiver in delight and gave me the best sex of my life with out really being here. I get up from my computer and go to my secret little box under my bed, and pull out a couple of toys. Then I come sit back down at my computer again thinking of you and dreaming of the things we might do someday. I slide my panties off of me, and I spread my legs wide, and I find the nub of my clit with my fingers, and I start to rub it, using my imagination I picture you and I together. And I put on some music that I would like to fuck to eventually and I reach for my clitoral stimulator, and turn it on to a medium setting, and I rub it against my clit where my fingers had been. I start caressing my breasts and nipples with my other hand, pinching them to perfect peaks, pulling one taught nipple to my lips and suckling on it, and licking it with my tongue, then move to the other one, licking, tasting and gently biting it. Moans start to escape my lips and I feel myself getting wetter, I abandon my tits and plunge two fingers into my wet pussy, moving them in and out, while teasing my clit. I turn up the setting on my clit teaser, and I bring it to my swollen clit and I gasp as I move it over and around it...I push my fingers in deeper fucking myself thinking of you...wishing you were here. I remove my fingers and lick my juices off, sucking on them like I would your swollen cock, teasing with my tongue...god I taste so good on you. I pretend your here I and grab a dildo and I lick the tip of it..and take it down in my mouth, wishing it could be you right now...then I lower it down to my wet pussy and slowly slide in the tip, teasing myself with it. My moans are getting raspy and I slide the dido inside me, taking it as far as I can into me, adjusting my muscles around it. Still using the clit teaser on myself as well, I slide the dido in and out of me, slow at first, then faster, thinking this is the way it would be with you, moving it around in me, and then in a faster rhythm, making louder moans escape my mouth... I remove the clit teaser and I continue to fuck myself, going faster and faster, my nipples responding and bead in to hard peaks. I cry out how it feels so good, always imaging it is you and not just a toy. I start to get ready to cum, but I hold it in, waiting until I can't handle it any longer. Thrusting fast and hard, I see myself lying on the bed with you, me holding your hips, our bodies have a sheen of light sweat on them, rocking in sweet rhythm with each other, faster and harder. I use on hand and reach up to your face and pull you into a kiss, a long hard one to muffle my moans...then break away from it, as we roll over me riding you, sitting atop your hard cock. I rock my hips in rhythm and your hands come to them to hold them and move me faster with you. I can feel all of you in me, I want to cum again and you can tell and you tell me to cum as you start to rock faster with me, intensifying this feeling of euphoria. I cry out in pleasure, as we keep moving in unison, you pull me down closer and lick my nipples lightly nibbling on them, how I long for you right here right now... I tell you I want to cum with you...together as one, and you tell me to wait just a little longer, as your holding back as well, I can feel it and see it, wanting to keep this memory as much as I...but it is only a fantasy isn't it? I kiss you deeply, you can hear me whimper in our kiss, slowly letting me pull away my back arches as I cannot contain myself anymore and you know it. I feel us cum together, my moans a mixed with yours small quakes emitted by my body. I lay my body atop yours not getting off or pulling you out of me not wanting this to end so soon, but you flip me over again so your on top of me. Suddenly you kiss me goodbye, and retreat to somewhere from in my dreams....."Until next time," is the last thing I hear in my mind. Alone I finally had the house to myself the Kids were gone at my mom's for the weekend and my husband was out playing golf with the boys It has been so long since I was alone this was going to be a perfectly peaceful . For the first part of the day I ran errands but that went unusually quick and I got back with plenty of time to spare. I grabbed my book I'd been trying to read for months, a bottle of wine and a glass. I sat in the corner of the couch and started reading. Now this was the life. After the first few pages I noticed it was getting pretty warm. The sun shining in the windows this time of day was murder. So I decided to open the back door and put on something cooler. I could put on my silk baby doll pajamas lay on the couch read my book and drink my wine. Now this is really the life. So that was what I did. I went up stairs and found the light purple sink shorts and top. I out them on and went back downstairs. The cooler clothing didn't seem to help to much Before long I was really hot. I took my shirt at the collar and began the lift it up and down try to fan cool air, I could feel sweat dripping between my breasts and down my chest, the cool air felt really good. The under part of my arm bushed against my nipple and I could feel it getting hard. And the more I rubbed my arm against it the better it felt. I began to rub it a little harder and meaning to even more each time. Until I had let go of my shirt and ran my fingers around my breast. The feeling of the silk on my finger tips and the tingling in my nipples I couldn't help but begin to rub with both hands. I can do this now and not have to worry about anyone walking in. I was taking full advantage of this. The more I rubbed my breast and down my stomach I could feel my fingers drifting lower and lower. First the bottom of my shirt, and then the top of the shorts. I ran my hands over my hips and down my thighs. On my way back up to my breasts My middle finger caught the top of my clit and I could feel that I was wet enough to have soaked through my shorts. As I rubbed both my hands up my stomach and grabbed each breast on my hands I squeezed them against me and pushed them towards my mouth. God I wish I could suck on my nipples. I imagined taking another woman's breasts into my hands and suck them and rub them just like I liked it. I could myself straddling her leg and beginning to slowly rub wet pussy against her. I can feel her moving beneath me doing the same. I could heat her breathing get faster and faster as we started grinding harder and harder. And moving my lips apart so that I can grind my clit against her. By this time I had spread my legs and had one on top of the couch and the other one on the floor. My fingers slowly going inside me feels so good. As I am pushing my fingers deeper and deeper inside and grinding my hips in to my hand. I can smell my husband's cologne. He home early I bet he loved walking in on this. He must have sensed I was going to look up at him, because just then I felt his hand gently cover my eyes. I tried to stop but I had to keep going I was going to cum any second. I picked up the pace rubbing my clit. When I could hear him unzipping his pants. As I began it put my fingers inside me again and rub my clit with the other, I could hear him just above my stoking himself. He whispered to me to keep my eyes closed and I felt him move over to the side of me kneeling down. I could hear his hand pounding against his body and the quiet moans every now and then. I felt him take my head and turn it towards him. And he rubbed against my cheek and lips. He had my head in one had and was stroking his cock on my face with the other. As he rubbed his cock around my lips I opened them just enough to rub my tongue against the tip and wrap my lips around the very top. Kissing it. He slowly put it in my mouth just a little farther each time. Until he let go and grabbed my head with both hands. I could feel his hands guiding is cock deeper and deeper in my mouth until he was fucking my mouth with his cock. His moans got a little louder and his breathing a little deeper until I could feel his cum in my mouth. He kept cumming and cumming. Until I heard his final long release breath. God that really had me hot and very wet. He moved and sat on the table but I wasn't done yet. I had held on for so long that it didn't take but a few strokes until I came so hard I began to feel cum all over my thighs. I had done this before with him but never myself had I done this. When I had finally recovered from the best orgasm I had ever had I opened my eyes and no one was there. Had he left, were was he? I called out to him but no answer. I went upstairs to jump in the shower maybe that was where he was. But he wasn't there, back down stairs I had walked around the corner to see the front door was ajar. That was weird I didnt hear him go out. I looked out front and didn't see his truck. Nor had I heard it. This was very weird. He wasnt supposed to be home until 6:30 or so and it was only 3. Alone You have heard some of my stories; you know how I am easily seduced by the thought of seduction. I have attributed my willingness and ambivalence to a pre-disposition to please others and be accepted. I have been told by expensive shrinks I have this need to please. I want to please my husband, and I want to please the men I am with. I want their attention, their touch, their words, and their love. I like the sex, but I think I am addicted to a need to be needed. For as long as I can remember my marriage has been virtually devoid of affection, kindness, consideration. We derive a certain degree of comfort in the years we've been together, and there is a form of mutual respect and acceptance that has sustained. Could that have happened without having someone who finds me attractive, desirable and who helped fill the emotional vacuum in my life? I don't think so. Most would agree extra-marital relations hardly every help, but when you partner is so removed from the marriage that it has become one of convenience and security, there is little to lose. At least that is my rational, and I feel comfortable in that knowledge. I am trying to peel away the outer skin and see what motivates me. What makes me do the things I do, and take the risks (perhaps because there is so little downside). I have analyzed and psychoanalyzed myself to death, and have come to the conclusion I only have one life, if I am going to commit myself to the duration of it with my present partner out of longevity, sake of children, and the little comfort and security it offers, I will not deprive myself of the emotional emptiness that goes with the rest. That I can do something about, and I will. Although my husband appears disinterested and emotionally vacant when it comes to feelings toward me, he is not at the point where I am free to do whatever I want with whomever I want. He would never allow that. Funny, despite his total lack of caring, he does have this possessive side, and I know he could not accept actual proof of infidelity. I am sure he has his suspicions, but he has never pursued me along any of those lines in a serious fashion. Therefore, I am compelled to create my own affairs, and carry them out in secret. All of that is leading up to my next challenge.... First, let me tell you a little about what I have to work with. Once you're in your fifties, and the body is not what it used to be, you have to be a little more creative and imaginative. I'm taller than the average woman, a few pounds overweight, but better off than most. I rather attractive, and have a great outgoing personality. For some reason I have larger tits now than I can ever remember having. And as a bonus (in the seduction department) I have large nipples that harden at a touch, or glance in some cases). My pussy, when excited, is wet, slippery, soft, and taste great. I have learned to masturbate with vibrators and digitally to almost the same degree of satisfaction. I like to play with and explore my body and my mind. I am trying to be more mental in my sexuality. The mindset of an account with the desire to be a horny slut sometimes seems a bridge too far. But, when it happens, when I'm involved with someone, my mind makes a remarkable transition to all things sexual. It is one are where I feel almost complete control, not so much over myself and my actions, but over the situation. I can stop it, or make it happen. It is a powerful aphrodisiac. I don't know how long it's been since I have been kissed, fondled, or gazed on with lust by a man, but it is way over due. I try to keep these occurrences at a minimum. There are times I even swear I will never do it again. I know I am a good person, and good persons do not fuck other men. But then again, if you husband won't, what a mother to do? I know we're having a gathering tonight with half a dozen friends, and I feel the urge to test my mating skills. I woke early, before my husband, lying next to me this morning, and began to think about the party and guests. Slowly my right hand slid down my leg until I could grasp the sides of my nightgown. With my fingers I gradually inched my nightgown up to my hips. I wear panties when I sleep with my husband, more to discourage him than anything else. Once my nightgown was up to my hips, I slid my finger under my panties from the side and soon found the lips of my pussy were moist. With little effort I soon had my lips parted, and was beginning to spread the moisture the length of the opening, and covering my clit with the slippery fluid. God I love the way my pussy feels. I love the silky smoothness of it. I love the tingle it gives me when I circle and press my clit. The last thing I want to do when I am enjoying my pussy this much is to wake my husband, so I have mastered (no pun intended) masturbating in silence and with very little movement. Actually, sometime masturbating like this, in secrecy, is more of a turn-on than when alone or when using my vibrator alone. To think, my husband is lying there impervious to a woman so in need of sexual fulfillment she is relegated to masturbating in private. I'm glad he is sleeping, and missing out... With my left hand I caress my tit through my nightgown and I slowly rub and finger my pussy. I close my eyes, and quietly and gently let my imagination take me away. Before long I feel the stirring in the depths of my pussy, my nipples are more sensitive and in need of more pressure and pinching. As I stroke and rub my clit, I insert my fingers inside; with a slight gasp I regain control, and then resume the pattern and tempo that will let me reach the orgasm I have been awaiting. Despite my efforts to stay still and quiet, I cannot help but jerk slightly with each spasm, and I know my breathing had deepened and increased, but true to history, he sleeps on while I cum... Alone I sat alone staring out the window, my spirit lying in wait. Saddened by the world around me, I felt as though life was passing me by. The clock was endlessly ticking away my presence upon this planet. I realized happiness was unreachable and with that epiphany the small spark of hope that resided in me burned out. How do I to continue, move forward through the jungle of life, unarmed? Life was moving on, not waiting for me or wanting me along for the ride. I knew that this mood, like fog on the bay, was setting in for the night. I got up and went to the kitchen. As I uncorked the bottle of Chardonnay, I knew this was a whole bottle night. I grabbed a wine glass and took the bottle into the bedroom. The twin bed with its gray bedding added to my disheartening mood. I climbed into bed and picked up my copy of "Forgotten Hearts." Why not add insult to injury, right? I opened to where I left off last night. ...Roxanne grabbed Tom's hand. "I won't let you leave me," she cried. "I must leave. My ship sails at dawn. I have to be on it," he explained, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "But when will I see you again?" she questioned through her choking sobs. "Don't cry my love, I will find my way back to you or die trying," he tried to reassure her. "Oh Tom, I can't go on without you," Roxanne whispered as she threw her arms around his neck...." I put the book down on the bed, holding the page open. Did love always have to mean saying good-bye? I wanted to believe in the power of love to overcome any obstacle but life had shown me the cruel reality. Love is a promise never kept, as real as leprechauns and unicorns. However, believing in the childish illusions of happily ever after and Prince Charming is what keeps us from sinking into the gray world I now find myself in. I poured another glass and closed my eyes. While I sipped the wine, my mind drifted back in time. ********* I look into His dark brown eyes. His eyes seem to reach deep into my soul. The world disappears; it is just the two of us. His hands cup my face and He pulls me toward Him. As our lips touch, it is like an electric bolt shot through me. I melt to His touch. The tenderness of His kiss makes me feel like I'm floating, watching the passion envelope us. As we part, I look up to see those tender brown eyes calling out to me urging my body to succumb to our desires. My body gives into the calling. His petal soft lips make their way down my neck and onto my exposed shoulders. He knows every inch of my body, knows how to encourage my body to bend to His will. Time stands still as He explores me and takes me to heights I have never known. ********* I opened my eyes and the images disappeared. Left in its place was a longing so strong it physically hurt. Once again I was shrouded in despair. Giving in to the pain I finished my drink and poured another. Maybe I could drown the ache that filled me. I returned the bookmarker to its original place and switched on the television. I went to the on screen guide to see what mind numbing show I could lose myself in. I passed on Pretty Woman, too unrealistic. I mean really, a hooker and a millionaire falling in love and him riding to her rescue, saving her from a lonely and unfulfilled life. "Happily Ever After, my ass," I smirked, "they don't show you six months later when he gets bored and leaves her." I continued checking the channels. The Wedding Planner, Serendipity, what the hell is going on. Was that all there was on television now, illusions of love and the promise of love everlasting, nothing but fairy tales? Why tonight of all nights. I guessed I would settle for the news. No promises of love there, only the cold, cruel, harsh reality of robbery, murder and political scandal. Ah, the real world, no illusions just the truth. This world is cruel and unforgiving. You make a mistake, one wrong move on the highway of life and things are never the same. I finished my glass of wine and shut off the television. My head felt light and my heart heavy. I turned off the light and climbed under the covers. As I drifted off to sleep, I was tormented by images, pictures of him. The deeper I slipped into unconsciousness the clearer his face became. ********* We were sitting together, holding one another, talking about the future. Sharing our hopes and dreams. A feeling of complete content washed over me. We were going to be so happy together, forever. Hours passed like seconds. We made love with no boundaries. Our souls joined together creating one heart, beating in total rhythm. Pleasure filled me. His eyes penetrated me as His body carried me to complete ecstasy. I fell asleep cradled in His arms, His hand stroking my hair. I awoke and He was gone. I ran through the house calling His name. The room darkened and grew cold. I sank to the floor and wept. I felt hollow inside. I screamed into the night, "Why did you leave me." ********* I awoke suddenly. Tears still fresh on my cheeks and pillow. A feeling of dread surrounded me, holding me hostage. There was no one to negotiate for my soul, no one to free me. I began to weep again with tears of need, tears of loss, and tears for the empty future that was my destiny. I cried myself to sleep, searching the darkness for just one more glimpse of him. But sleep came to me alone. It was not a restful sleep. I awoke with the sun peeking through the curtains, its rays trying to comfort my wounded spirit. I welcomed the sunlight but dark clouds hung over me, closing around me pushing out the invited warmth. It's been six long lonely months since he last visited my dreams. The intrusion was welcomed; however, the loss when I awoke was tremendous. A sense of hopelessness waited for me with the coming of light. I lay beneath the warm covers not feeling the warmth it intended; instead I felt the cold reality of a solitary existence. I prayed for sleep to swallow me again so I could part with the bone chilling cold that had its hold on my soul. Soft slumbers eluded me. I rose to face another emotionally destitute day. It's almost funny how slow life passes by when you are terrified to face it. Each agonizing day just brings more empty thoughts. Thoughts of joy, happiness, and love just make the world appear colder, harder, and more depressing. Night brings hope, hope that he will save me, come for me, and take away the pain, but he isn't there. Months pass again without him and I begin to dread the night. My anticipation of him was now replaced with the realization that he too had abandoned me, again. The weight of self-pity was unbearable. I pass through my life in solitude. I search for more, but I am left empty, drained and damaged. No one will ever love me. A penance I am forced to pay throughout eternity, I am certain. One year has passed since he crept into my dreams. I have learned to sleep without hope. The images that now come to me are dark and frightening. I am alone and scared. Reaching out to the vast empty space, seeking comfort but it is just out of my grasp. Hiding from me, teasing and taunting me. I awake with a heavier weight than the previous day left upon me. I pray for peace but my prayers seem to fall on deaf ears. Tonight, I decided I was in need of a sleeping aid, one with an intoxicating bouquet and sweet taste. I got my bottle of wine and a glass, retreating to my room. I wanted the wine to erase my thoughts and put my mind on hold. With the second glass my mind turned silent. My eyelids felt heavy and I knew I was not far from the bleakness of sleep, but no matter how bleak it was in my dreams it did not compare to the devastation of my waking hours. The assault my mind played on me was too much to bear. The constant daily reminders of a life wasted. I placed the glass on the nightstand and shut off the lights. Darkness enveloped me. ********* I am in a red satin robe and that is all that I am wearing. I walk and as I walk the fogs lifts. I am in my living room. Candlelight surrounds me. It feels warm and inviting. Out of the shadows He comes to me. I try to speak but am unable. He takes my hand, leads me to the sofa and sets me down. I reach out to him and pull him down to me. He kneels before me and looks into my eyes and I am paralyzed. The candlelight flickers on His face, my heart feels as if it will burst. "I am here," He says, His voice is so soft it is as if the wind is talking, " I am here to take care of you. I want to please you. Let Me take away all your pain" "Yes," I sigh as He moves my robe apart, exposing me. His warm breath touches the tender skin of my thigh. A cry escapes my lips. I close my eyes and surrender my body and mind to His touch. I feel the pleasure rising in me, a volcanic pressure waiting for the exact moment to erupt. Just as the waves of ecstasy crash down on me, I awaken. ********** I tossed the covers back; my body was burning on the inside. It was difficult to catch my breath. As the dreamlike feeling of content and fulfillment fade away, I clung to the sense of satisfaction I felt, like a life preserver. I prayed that it would carry me to happiness but it was just a dream, a moment in time that has passed me by. While the dream left me feeling as if a missing piece of me had been found, the sadistic part is I knew it had not and with this revelation came a sense of doom. Would I ever find peace? When would I be finished paying off this cosmic debt? When would I be free? I went about my day in silence. When things got too hard, I tried to conjure up his face, those eyes, boring into my very essence. That got me through the rough periods of self-doubt and regret but as quick as he could appear in my mind's eye, he vanished. I arrived home exhausted, the effort it took to sustain an appearance of confidence was draining and I longed only for sleep and Him. *********** I am standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean, waves crashing against the boulders below me. I hear distant voices but cannot make out what they are saying. I am shocked to find a bouquet of wild flowers tied with a cream satin ribbon on the ground in front of me. I reach down for them and notice the gown I am wearing. It is antique white with long flowing lace sleeves. It looks like a gown straight out of the Renaissance period. I love the cold feel of the satin against my skin. I hear the voices again this time they are louder but still not audible. I sense I am not alone and begin to turn. Suddenly I see a man dressed as a priest standing beside me. I open my mouth to question him when I notice he is speaking to me but I can't hear him. I strain to make out what his lips are saying. I hear, "I do." I turn and see Him. He is more handsome than I have ever seen Him. Dressed in black pants with a white-ruffled shirt, so white it is almost blinding in the sun. It casts a reflection on His face, illuminating His eyes. I am unable to speak. His beauty is breathtaking. He moves toward me as if He is floating. Upon reaching my side, He takes me into His arms. "You are so beautiful," He whispers in my ear. He releases my body and takes my face into His warm, soft hands. Looking deep into my eyes, He declares, " I prayed God would send Me someone and He has sent Me an angel. I will never stop loving you." He leans down and kisses my lips so gently as if a butterfly has kissed me. My body feels like it is melting. I am afraid my knees will give out, but He is there to hold me up. I open my mouth to declare my love for Him when in the distance I hear bells ringing. The ringing grows louder. I see the fogs moving off the water toward us. I press myself closer to Him, needing His strength. The ringing continues, each time getting louder. The fog consumes us. I no longer feel Him. The ringing is all around me now, deafening me. ********* I awoke abruptly to the phone, next to my bed, ringing. Who could it be? No one ever called me. I reached for the phone, trying to clear my head. "Hello," I said, my voice softened by the weakness of my dream. "Hello," the voice on the other end replied. It was Him . . . Alone It was raining outside and the thunder was banging loud against the windows as I lay in my bed alone, waiting for the time to pass, thinking of you. I start to think of what it will be like if we ever get to meet. Right now you are just a figment on my imagination. The long talks on the phone, the hours spent online together, but we have yet to cross those barriers. Laying here, my mind wanders into the unknown, wondering what you feel like, taste like, smell like, it gets me very excited because I know what you sound like, and pretty much what you look like. Remembering our long phone calls where we pleasure each other by sound and mental stimulation. I sigh with longing as I run my hands down over my chest and stomach and back up again lifting my t-shirt as I go. I trace my fingers leaving a tingling sensation all over my chest. I close my eyes and daydream that it is you doing this to me. I get the chills thinking of the power you have over me. I let my fingers run over my left nipple... imagining that it's you touching me. I follow a path across to my right breast and do the same. With my eyes closed I bite my bottom lip, moaning and screaming deep inside how I wish it was you playing with my nipples making me feel this good. I lean over and get the candle I had lit earlier it's scent of vanilla permeates the air. I bring the candle just over my chest and slowly let it drip onto my left nipple, feeling the shock of the heat I scream out. God it feels so good, wanting more I do the same to my right nipple. I get even more excited then I was before, as I know what me doing this does to you. I can hear your breathing in my head, the sounds of you getting excited and hard as a rock. It makes me want to fuck so hard and fast... I place the candle back in the holder on the bedside table and wiggle around in my bed kicking off the heavy comforter, I sit up and slide off my shirt the only article of clothing I have on. I lean back down and run my hands all over my body leaving chill bumps all over me. I run my hand along my stomach, down lower to my trimmed mound. I massage myself, feeling the stirring of need deep within me. I'm so wet! I can feel my juices flowing. I slowly start to massage my pussy faster with my palm, making me shiver and shake. It feels so good, I moan out loud. I need more so I slowly use my index finger and trace over the opening of my pussy, teasing myself to the point of almost climaxing. I slowly guide my fingers over my lips teasing and pinching them, I can feel the wetness flowing over them from deep with in me. I run my index finger up and over my clit making me moan out loud. I start to massage it bringing up the ache inside me now, I pinch it and pull it making it hard like a pebble. I continue to play with my now hard clit concentrating on making circles over it with my finger, pushing it in every few seconds, Welling up inside me is an orgasm that is about to escape, I spread my legs wide open and raise my ass up high and rub my clit faster then before. Feeling the orgasm start to explode I slam my middle finger inside my pussy lips and start to finger fuck myself hard, not once stopping to pay attention to my clit. My naked sweaty body starts to shake and rock into climatic convulsions. I am moaning out loud, your name upon my lips, I bite down so as not to scream out. As my first orgasm subsides, I continue to slowly finger fuck myself this time letting my clit alone, I slide another finger in, my index finger. I lean up almost sitting so I can watch my slender fingers slide in and out through my pink moist velvety swollen lips. I can see as the tips of my nails which are painted blue slide in and get lost deep within my pussy walls. I throw my head back letting my hair flow over my bare shoulders, starting to move on my fingers I ride into them as if I were riding your cock. I slide yet another finger inside of my pussy now using 3 which makes my pussy squeeze tight against them as I fuck harder and faster. I bounce on my hand fast, quickly bringing on another orgasm. I slow down as I don't want to let go yet. I run my thumb over my swollen clit once again which makes me go crazy, thinking my fingers just isn't cutting it anymore, I need something thicker, longer more like you would be swelled up tight inside my walls. I remove my soaking wet fingers from my aching pussy and lick my juices off them before I reach down and get my toy. With my toy in hand, I slide into my mouth making it wet. Thinking in the back of my mind it's you, I slide it deep inside my throat, sucking hard as I would suck your cock, I move in and out of mouth fast a few times, before I take the pink glistening with saliva dildo and trace it down my stomach. I spread my legs as wide as I can raising my ass high on a pillow I slam the toy deep into my tight pussy, It stretches my lips open wide and I scream out loud. Gasping for breathe I feel I am going to cum quick. I move it fast and deep as if I were fucking you, riding you hard. I arch my back so the toy gets lost deep with in my walls as I am writhing on the bed, my body shaking and sweat beading along my nipples. I bite my lip as I am getting ready to explode, I slam the toy deep and fast one more time and run my thumb over my clit, that is all it takes as I can't contain it any longer. I start to cum, climaxing to the point of convulsions, I am screaming out and rocking so hard on the toy my bed is shaking. My juices are pouring out down the toy onto my hand and soaking the bed underneath me. I continue to orgasm until there is none left inside me. I slowly ride the toy until I am completely spent and filled with sleep. I pull the toy out from my tight dripping lips drop it next to me and curl up with erotic thoughts of you..... With a smile on my face I drift off to sleep dreaming of what has yet to come. Alone ------------------------- This is a story about a young woman whose past catches up with her and then threatens her current career and social standing. She is blackmailed, harassed, and turned into a mere sexual love slave. But finds she's loving it in time. "MF Non-consensual-Masturbation-Voy-Language." ------------------------- Lorraine Marie Burk checked her e-mail every day before going to bed; no one ever really mailed her anything personal. But she did use it for reminders of special TV programs she wanted to drop in on and other special dates of interest. She was going through the inbox this particular day and spied a message with slut written in the subject field. There was no address in the "from field," Lorraine was immediately angry at the boldness of this prank. She was just about to delete it when it occurred to her that its contents might just provide a clue to its author. Lorraine called up the message and froze in her seat (as anger slowly turned into fear), there in front of her was her blemished sexual past. There staring her in the face was the old newspaper article about drunken orgies, and lewd behavior, from some of the female sororities at the college. Her college, the one she attended over five years ago, it was complete with a picture of her and a list of charges, public exposure, intoxication, complete with her address. Her stomach was a ball of heavy iron as she realized the implications to her career and future here in her new hometown, if her boss were to find out about this story. The Hollingsworth family owned the computer parts company where she worked as a receptionist, and they were very straight laced, "no this wouldn't do at all she thought." She had been working there less than a year now, she wasn't getting rich but she was comfortable. "Why now" she asked herself, when things had just started to turn around in her favor. Lorraine read the text of the message in total unbelief, ------------------------- Slut: As you see from the message I now hold your future in my hand. First, you will check your e-mail each morning and again at noon. This is how I will communicate instructions to you on exactly what it is I want done. Tonight you will leave your bedroom curtains open and your night-light on as you undress. Your Master needs to inspect his slut's imperfections the hour will be ten PM. You will strip yourself down to your panties they should be red lace. You will then lay on the bed place your hand in them and masturbate. When you have climaxed you may check your e-mail and I will tell you what you need to do next. If you deny me you will be punished. Your boss and work place peers will receive a copy of the news file. Master ------------------------ My God she thought the unmitigated nerve of this person is unbelievable. Lorraine began to consider her options and realized quickly that she had few, could this be her x-husband, no Tom may have been a jerk but he would never do this it wasn't his style. Lorraine racked her brain but couldn't think of a single person, past or present, which she had offended enough to make them this vengeful. She was afraid and couldn't afford to lose her job, not now. The charges stemmed from a night out on the town with classmates that ended at a friend's house party. All the girls were drinking that night "too much" and things got out of hand as a neighbor called to complain about the noise. Then there were the drugs floating around that night. She never meant to even try the pills but was urged on to it by the taunting of her classmates. After that things got a little wild sexually, before the police arrived they caught Lorraine in a compromising situation with a boy there she didn't even know. There was a ball of intense anxiety deep in her stomach as she tried to think of way out of this predicament and it was eating away at her confidence. At last completely exasperated she knew she had to obey at least until she could figure something out. Despair was withering her disposition to outright gloom and the future suddenly seemed exceedingly ominous. Suddenly her attention was focused on a new incoming message, it was from him, was it a him ... she didn't even know that much for certain. ------------------------------- Slut: Buy a dildo before tonight and use it as I watch. Master ----------------------------- She sat absorbed with the prospect of self-abuse in front of some whacko voyeur she didn't know "less than appealing." She found herself wondering what he would be doing as he watched her, masturbating no doubt "she thought." Somehow she was then caught up in her minds eye with the vision of a man stroking his cock as he watched her fuck herself. The vision stirred her flesh to a mild lustful condition that sent a little tingle of pleasure to tease the face of her vulva. Lorraine unconsciously moved her hand between her legs and gave a little squeeze there. She found herself imagining a man alone in the shadows breathing hard, his huge cock hard, and erect, masturbating as he watched her nude on the bed. She was shocked to find her own hand caressing the warmth of her mound and then realized she was swollen and wet below. She chastised herself for her naughty fantasies and decided to take a shower to get her mind off such crude and tempting thoughts. Lorraine could not will her mind away from repeated mental scenes of night ravishment by some handsome, masked intruder and her shower did nothing to soothe her climate. After Lorraine finished her shower she dressed and headed out to a sex shop in a small nearby Iowa town where no one would recognize her. The cheeks of her face were flamed before she even reached the entrance of the establishment. She was thankful once inside that the place was nearly deserted. She found the devices immediately and stood sorting out her selection. She chose a black eight-inch super soft toy with multiple speed adjustment. She was thankful; as she checked out that the clerk was a female her eyes never met those of the employee once through the entire transaction. Lorraine sped back home and rushed into the house as if someone were giving chase. She was too nervous to eat anything that evening and tried to keep her mind occupied and off the relentless march of the clock. At last, seemingly decades later she went to her bedroom and pulled back the floor length curtains. Lorraine stepped to the light switch and rotated the knob until the lighting fixture achieved maximum brightness in the room. Her stomach was twisting inside as a war between the two desires that tore her raged through the battlefields of her heart and mind, the desire to run or submit. Lorraine stood before the high double window facing the wooded hillside at the back of her home. The bastard was out there somewhere she knew, waiting to get his rocks off while humiliating her. She proceeded to undress in front of the floor length set of double panes facing the hills behind her home. After her dress she removed her red lace bra and allowed her long luxurious nails to slowly circle and tease her swollen nipples. Lorraine threw her head back to allow her long shimmering hair to flow down her body as her nails tormented the flesh of her body inciting that familiar craving for sexual gratification. May as well make a show of it she had decided in her rising anger, and give the bastard his moneys worth. She slowly stroked her way to her prominent mound and began to lavish that area of her body with slow deliberate manipulations. She closed her eyes and could almost hear him breathing, his hand traversing that large mass of flesh as he watched her degradation. She slid her hand down inside her panties and began to gently flick her clitoris. She was beginning to go wet below and could feel the lips of her vulva swell, as she caressed the sensitive flesh of the area. The rising power of her lust was prompting her mind to continual visions of her oppressor. Lorraine turned and slowly made her way to the edge of her bed pausing at the nightstand beside it to retrieve her device. She sat on the edge of the bed facing the window, her legs lewdly splayed open. She kicked her red lace panties off and turned the toy on. She began to slowly pass the device over the top of her crevice, lingering at the most sensitive area of her clit. She wondered if he might be stroking his cock just a little faster right now as he watched. She half wished at the moment that he was in the room with her, so she could watch him too. She was getting increasingly aroused as she continued fantasizing about his cock and what she wanted him to do with it. She eased the soft vibrator in between the lips of her now saturated cunt lips and shook internally as she moaned in ecstasy. She seductively tilted her back with her lips parted slightly as she used one hand on the device and the other to squeeze her ripe firm breasts. She was driving the dildo in slowly and gyrating its shaft inside her passage, hoping the freak enjoyed the show. She, in awhile, would literally explode in orgasm and it was all that bastards fault "she thought." The fucking prick coward didn't even have enough courage to come down here and fuck her into the bliss she now needed in person. She threw herself back on the bed and began to fuck the dildo into her tight, wet passage, with heroic effort. Her moaning increased as the super soft buzzer attempted to invade her uterus. Her hungry cunt would not allow her to stop, it demanded satisfaction from her and she was more than willing at the moment to appease it. She had nearly the whole of the eight-inch length impaled deeply into her weeping opening and waves of non-stop pleasure were rolling over her fevered body. She came suddenly, screaming, her hips arched high into the air, her body shaking as her cunt convulsed around the buzzing device. It came in waves of crashing sensation that lifted her consciousness out of her body and moved it far away. She lay there in a glow as the final tremors of her triumph passed through her body. She pulled the toy out and flicked the button to shut it off. She lay there resting, wondering if he had enjoyed her performance as much as she had. She finally rose and staggered over to her computer desk to retrieve his last message. ------------------- Slut: You're beautiful bound in the clutches of your own lust like that. Now all you need to complete the picture is me in you to replace that toy. Now, turn off the lights and get in bed, I'm coming to fuck you, leave your bedroom door open for me. Tie something around your eyes so that identification is impossible. Don't speak to me while I'm there, do not attempt to turn on the lights, or otherwise identify me, as this will be disastrous for your future. Master ------------------ Lorraine was infuriated but helpless to vent it at this time, she knew. If it took fucking the creep to get him off her back so be it. She was not willing to give up all she had gained here so recently, not that easily anyway. Lorraine did as she had been instructed and lowered the lights. She took a neck scarf that she used for warmth in the winter months and secured it about her eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed. She threw the comforter back and crawled under the top sheet and waited. She was anxious again anticipating the arrival of her tormentor. Suddenly she realized she would be completely at his mercy and without any protection at all, and the thoughts only fed the anxiety within. Lorraine began to speculate what her tormentor might look like as she lay there in the darkness. She secretly hoped he was dashing with well-polished mannerisms. Would he be tall and handsome she mused, probably not if he had to resort to these tactics to get some, she huffed. Lorraine did not wait long in the darkness, she heard the intruder advancing up the stairs to her room. She sensed the very instant that he stood at her doorway even though she couldn't see him. For an instant, as he approached her bed, her fears froze her mental processes and terrorized her body. She felt him slowly pull the covers from her body and when she realized she was defenseless against his gaze and touch she shivered. There was a pause as he stripped beside her bed and Lorraine trembled again. Then she felt his hands warm against her skin. He touched her ankle and slowly felt his way up the inside of her leg. She agonized through the slow journey of his hand but then her breath caught in her throat, as finally, at long last his fingers arrived to tease the full puffy ridges of her aching mound. Lorraine was surprised by the gentle demeanor of his touch and the unhurried approach of his discovery method. He placed both hands at her lower abdomen and began his slow ascent to her breast causing her skin to tingle as he went. His hands felt wonderful on her body warm and inquisitive in their exploration of her. She was becoming aroused again from fingers that were irresistible wizards of persuasion. His hands were a warm sexual mantra of sensation luring her body into a willing partnership with his will. The sneaky bastard was making her want him and their wasn't a thing she could do to stop it, not that she really wanted to. His fingers were flirting with her nipples now and the sensation was insidiously inspirational. She hated it that he was so skilled, hated it that he was making her body hunger for him. She had no idea before this night that evil could be so sweet. Then she felt the press of his lips to hers, and discovered shortly that his finger were not the only talented member he possessed, he was good, very good. She was shocked to realize that she couldn't think of a valid reason to object. The bastard teased her, stirring her lust with his lips, titillating those sensitive areas at the side of her neck with his tongue and teeth. Momentarily she forgot that he was rapist and she wanted to whisper in his ear, no, not whisper but beg, "Please don't stop." He resumed his assault on her lips as his hands found her mound and tested the gates of her passion. She was experiencing multiple currents of sexual energy in her body. Still his hands worked their magic against the sensitive flesh of her organ. It was maddening for Lorraine, he, teasing her with lip and hands as if she was his willing lover, but in a very real sense, she was now. Her own urgency would not allow her to deny him, an urgency that he created and she subjugated herself to. He inserted two fingers into the burning wetness of her body causing Lorraine to moan and arch sweetly to receive his caress. He found her G-spot instantly and propelled her to a new plateau of desire as they kissed. A last slow lingering kiss at her mouth and then her rapist began his journey toward her cunt. His hands and lips were painfully gentle against her and his trip agonizingly slow. She wanted to scream at him "hurry, please hurry," but he had told her not to speak. She trembled beneath him when he finally began to place the lightest bits about her mound. He nuzzled her ridges from top to bottom with his lips and he became a drug her body needed now. Without warning he went deep in her crevice and lashed the hard little mass of her clit. She cried out as tremors of joy filled her mind and her flesh rushed with fire. She could sense his approval and smiled to herself pleased that he was not upset. He peeled her open like a piece of wet, ripe fruit, and began to feast. Her fingers traveling through his hair found it thick and reassuring to the touch. She moaned again as he slid the width of his hot able tongue into her pussy her hands urging him deeper in his exploration of her secret place. As his tongue ravished her hidden treasure his fingers mesmerized the little bundle of flesh at the top, sending Lorraine's senses into a freefall of hot, endless joy. She was teetering at the edge of destruction a place where her identity would dissolve into sheer explosive joy. He stopped just as suddenly as he had started and raised himself seeking her lips once more. He was pressed firmly to her body this time and Lorraine could feel the heat and mass of his organ at the gates of her prize. She tilted her cunt upward and raked the full length of his mass with her pussy, it sent shock waves throughout her body. He kissed her again his tongue slipping into her mouth and suddenly she was breathless and in wonder. Their tongues delighted in the raging heat of battle, as desire grew more intense from the flames of their warfare. Lorraine's patience was exhausted she was desperate to have him inside her now. She stopped and abruptly pushed against his shoulders. "No please, I'm sorry but I must speak, take me and finish this I implore you," her voice was desperate and unsteady as she spoke. He paused in deep reflection as he smiled to himself, and then set about filling her impassioned request. He had won the test of wills she knew, but didn't care; she needed his flesh to fill her passage with its stern heat. Required the rhythm of his primal mating ritual in her body. But most of all she wanted and needed the seductive tenderness she now recognized in his manner. He took her, and the sudden massive invasion of her body forced the breath from her lungs. He stimulated dimensions of emotion she had never experienced before and created a physical joy in her body that made her cling to him. Lorraine came almost immediately his lips locked to hers her body shaking beneath his powerful thrust. She wasn't sure how long he used her body that night and didn't know how many times she climaxed because she simply lost track as her spirit moved from one mystical summit to the next. He was deliberate and methodical and much later that night when he finally let off loving her, Lorraine was limp, exhausted, and exceedingly content. He kissed her once more and then did something extremely odd for a rapist. He pulled the top sheet over her body and tucked it in around her shoulders. Then bending over her kissed her cheek before dressing to go. Lorraine's body fell quickly to the beckoning shadows of sleep where her consciousness dissolved into the welcome arms of slumber. She woke the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room thankful that is was Saturday. She lay smiling for the longest time remembering her gentle intruder. At last she found the will to rise and head for the shower. When Lorraine had finished and toweled herself dry she booted up her computer to check her mail, she half expected a message from her rapist Master to be there. -------------------------- Slave: You pleased me last night and while you disobeyed my directive I was extremely flattered that you couldn't resist doing so. Tonight at 8PM I want you to return to the same sex shop you purchased your toy at. Off to the side is an arcade kind of affair, at the end of that hall is a door that leads to a small viewing room. I want you to go in and take a seat and wait for me; I will join you. You will not wear undergarments of any kind; you will wear a loose dress that will allow me easy access to your gracious charms. You will secure for your self a bottle of "yvesSaintLaurent Opium," you will mist your inner thighs lightly. You will mist the sides of your breast as well as the undersides of your wrists. You will use this scent for me it is my mark of ownership on your body and it pleases me. Do these things and I will reward you with my presence, disobey and your life will be unable to contain the Chaos I shall rain down on you. Do not be late! Master ----------------------------------------- Lorraine was beyond pissed when she read the note, "just who the hell did he think he was. He comes into my life with threats, blackmails me for the use of my body and chooses my perfume for me ... Christ!!!" Alone While she was indeed angry her thoughts lingered with the memory of his touch and the wonderful way he felt inside her. She had never experienced anything in her life like last night. She tried to convince herself that it was all the psychology of mystery and intrigue that inspired her passion. But deep down inside where she just had to be honest, she knew better. Oddly, she smiled as she rose to go and do her Masters bidding. End part 1 ... Stay tuned for part two, "The date." Alone How long had she been alone? The room was still with the exception of the television with its volume set very low for background noise. She could feel her heartbeat and listened to her breathing. She was waiting. She remembered the anticipation she had had when the two of them went off to bed. She'd been aroused all day and had given plenty of overt signs to her husband most of the afternoon. A simple touch here, a vague sexual reference there was all that was that her lover required. She had noticed the stiffening of his cock through his jeans just after dinner and smiled to herself. "I made that", she thought. They had kissed warmly and removed their clothes in their bedroom rather routinely this evening. Although both knew there would be passion, and desires expressed later, both of them kept a hold of their flesh. They were keeping the arousal simmering. She had slipped into bed next to him and the icy coolness of the sheets stiffened her nipples and gave her goose bumps. She felt the warmth of his body next to hers and welcomed it. He casually rolled over onto his side, kissed her, gently at first and then more stridently. As they embraced, he grabbed her hair firmly and a blindfold was expertly slipped over her head. He then left the bed and flung back the covers exposing her body to the air and any all that would see. He grasped one of her wrists, pulled it away from her body, and then tied it securely to the bedpost. He walked around the bed and repeated the same procedure. She was now tied and blindfolded in the middle of their bed waiting. When he had finished tying her, he gently forced her legs apart to expose her neatly trimmed pussy to the air. He then knelt next to her on the bed, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back and kissed her ardently on the neck, cheeks and face. He then turned on the adult channel on the television so now there was a low-volume background of moaning and groaning. She felt wonderfully vulnerable, as she lay there, naked. She felt a quickening in her groin as she awaited him to come to her. Now she was still tied awaiting her lover. The desire and excitement of not knowing when and where the touch would come was causing her heart to race. Had it been five minutes? Fifteen? She did not know. He had lit candles and they were burning silently. She could not see, but she imagined the light and shadows playing across her body. The perfume from each candle added an earthly scent to the room. The anticipation was wonderful. Now, he came to her. She felt his warm breath just above her pussy, no touching, just his breath blowing over her lips and over her mound. The sensation sent a chill of excitement rippling through her. Goosebumps arose on her exposed and vulnerable body. Her nipples hardened with desire. She licked her lips and waited. His breath was gone now, she tried to listen and hear him move about, but the television, which now featured a woman being taken by two others simultaneously, was masking his footsteps. He pulled on her nipple, which caused her to gasp, and then nothing, a pause. A tongue slid across her inner arm followed by quiet. Then, a finger traced it way over her mound and then departed. Another warm hand roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed. She was moaning now with each touch. The mystery and anticipation was causing her breathing to quicken. Now, another hand tugged on her nipple. Then, a mouth enclosed over it and sucked deeply, almost painfully. Another hand pulled at her puffy inner labia and smeared her wetness over the outside lips. Slowly, ever so slowly he teased her. Her juices were running from her pussy down the crack of her ass. Another nipple pull, and then a rough hand squeezing her breast. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her roughly. She moaned with excitement. He pushed a finger inside her. She was warm and very, very wet. His mouth was now on her breast, and another pull on her nipple. A dildo pushed its way in to her mouth and she sucked on it with wanton desire. The dildo was removed, and reinserted in her pussy. The dildo was pumped in and out for a moment and then was removed. This teasing continued for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only fifteen minutes. He kneeled on the bed next to her and bent over her body. She was breathing heavy with lust and excitement. His cock was erect and pre-cum oozed from its purple head. The teasing of his wife was working just as well on him. He fought back the desire to ram his member deep inside her and listen to her scream with pleasure. Conversely, he fought the desire to masturbate and shoot his load all over her body. He inserted a finger in to her pussy again. He massaged the G-spot and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He removed his fingers and spread the wetness over her breasts. He repeated the same maneuver again, this time smearing her juice on his cock. Again, he plunged in to her pussy and brought his fingers for her to suck off. While she sucked his fingers, the dildo made reappeared and entered her pussy roughly. He fucked her with the dildo while she greedily sucked his fingers. He removed his fingers and kissed her deeply. He bent over her and lowered his shaved testicles for her to suck. The dildo was removed along with his balls. His desire was building as was hers. He left her on the bed alone again. She quivered with desire. She longed for more touching, to feel the weight on his body on hers and his cock inside her. She listened intently now. The television was filling the room with moaning and sucking noises. It sounded like an orgy. The teasing, the sounds, the anticipation of touch was increasing her lust. She felt his cock placed in her bound hand. She stroked it, squeezed it, and as the lust started to consume her, told him she wanted him to fuck her with it. She continued to stroke him and he bent over and kissed her forcefully, literally taking the kiss from her, and simultaneously inserted a vibrator in her pussy. The sensation nearly sent her over the edge to orgasm, but just as quickly, as it started all items were removed and she was alone again. He was beside her again, this time to untie her hand and roughly forced her to flip over and rise up on all fours. She thought about removing her blindfold to take in the site of his erect cock, but decided against it. She submissively did as she was instructed and then was retied to the bed. Her ass and pussy were now exposed for all to see. The candlelight flickered over her nakedness like fingers exploring her. Wetness flowed unceasingly now from her pussy as lust consumed her. And again, she waited for his touch. She felt warm liquid being slowly poured in the small of her back. As it made a puddle ever so slowly, her passion was raised to even greater heights. He traced a finger from the pool on her back to the top of the crack of her ass. The oil followed the path and flowed slowly between the cheeks of her buttocks, over her anus and finally dripping off her already sensitize and wet labia. The oil was thick and she could feel every drop as is slowly flowed over her increasing her arousal further. He placed his hand in the pool of oil and then massaged her ass cheeks lovingly, and greedily. He squeezed each cheek in turn, spreading them apart thereby allowing more oil to flow over her asshole. He spanked her ass: one slap on each cheek and then stopped. Her breathing was heavy now. Her pussy was pulsating with lust and desire, aching to be touched. He inserted his finger in her ass, slowly at first and then with more urgency, more force. He pumped his finger in and out of her ass and she moaned with delight. He pushed two fingers into her ass and then a finger in to her pussy and pumped them in and out simultaneously. She squealed with delight. She cried, "Fuck my ASS!" He removed all his fingers and then inserted a vibrating dildo in to her pussy, followed closely by 2 fingers in her ass. This sensation was too much and sent her over the edge and into a shattering climax. She moaned and cried out uncontrollably. Her hips bucked and she pushed her ass further onto his fingers. Her breath came in gasps and her toes curled. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on her back, chest and forehead. He removed the vibrator and his fingers and let her slowly return back to earth. He was kneeling in front of her now. Her breath was still heavy and gasping, but she could smell his musk. His cock, now almost painfully throbbing was placed in front over her eager mouth. She greedily sucked him, running a tongue over his purple head and down his shaft. He pulled himself away and she searched desperately for his cock. A hand grabbed her hair and forced it onto his cock. She whimpered and moaned with pleasure as she noisily slurped. The dildo reappeared and she was told to alternate between the two cocks. "Suck us both," he commanded. Then he stopped. He slipped under her stopping to suck her tits and massage them. He slid between her legs, reached up and forced her pussy down to his waiting mouth. He held her down while he sucked and licked her. Her cunt was already sensitive and the increased direct attention was almost painful until a second orgasm wracked her body. He released her and kneeled behind her now. "Fuck me, please!" she cried. He inserted his cock in to her. She backed up and impaled herself on him. He began pumping in and out. She was moaning almost uncontrollably now enjoying every inch of him. As he listened to her and felt her pussy grip his member, he knew his moment of climax was not far. He spanked her ass and he fucked her harder. He increased his pace and thrust. Another spank. She felt his balls slapping up against her clit. She could tell my this force of his thrusts and the sounds coming from him that he would soon fill her with cum. And then stopped and withdrew his cock from her. He was beside now, untying her and removing the blindfold. She saw his beautiful cock throbbing. He rolled her over again and knelt between her legs. "Ready?" he said. She spread her legs wide and watched as he pumped his cock with his hand. His sperm jetted out with a cry from his lips and spurted all over her clit. She reached downed and massaged it in. She furiously masturbated as he continued to cum on her. Unbelievably, she climaxed again. After it was over, they laid next to each other. The smell of sex was thick in the room .. and they waited. Alone My first story here, kind of just testing the waters. Hope you like. --------- Sitting behind her desk at work, Jessica couldn't keep her mind from wandering. She'd been there since 9:00 a.m. and she had a mere 5 minutes before she could clock out at 5:00p.m. She was 26 years old, and didn't have time for a serious relationship. So she made up for it by having numerous one night stands, with co-workers, strangers at a bar, even her old boyfriends pals. It was these rendezvous she thought of now, her hand drifting towards her crotch. She thought of her first one night stand, with Jeremy from financing. Her hand moved up her thighs, gently trailing her finger closer and closer to her woman hood through her brown skirt as she thought about how strong and forthright he had been. They had both been at a staff party, and they had both gotten rather toasty due to the open bar. One thing led to another, and they shared a cab home, Jessica drunkenly beginning to stroke him through his pants in the cab. When they got to her place, she pulled him upstairs to her apartment, and practically threw him inside. But that was the last that she was in control. Jessica shuddered as she began to tease her pussy through her skirt, her fingers tracing up and down her slit, circling around her hardening clit and back down again, pushing gently against her hole. Once the door closed, Jeremy seized control, grabbing her, and kissing her roughly, before pulling her with him to the nearby couch, where he pulled off her tight dress and threw her down. Now in just her white bra and panties, he paused a moment and looked her up and down, before removing his pants and shirt. Now just in his boxers, his hard on was evident. Jessica made a reach for it, but he pushed her back down. Jessica moved her hand down into her skirt, the only barrier between her hand and her pussy being her panties. She moistened her fingers with her wetness and tasted it, before moving back down, massaging her womanhood more and more vigorously. She was feeling tingly and about to cum when someone opened up the door. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pants and pretended to be writing something. "What are you doing?" Jaimee, from the office over, said. Jessica thought she had been caught "Umm... nothing.. just some... paperwork.. yeah..." "Why, day's over, has been for like five minutes." Jessica looked at the clock and sighed. She'd lost track of time. She groaned, both at her lack of restraint, and her loss of time. She arranged her stuff and stood to leave. She got to her car, and tried to push the memory out of her mind. She'd need all of her focus for Los Angeles rush hour. ----------- It took Jessica nearly an hour to get home. Once there, she hurried up to her apartment. Once inside, she closed and locked the door, and drew all her blinds, and unplugged her phone. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed a small case, setting it on the coffee table. Then, she threw herself onto the couch, emulating what Jeremy had done to her. She reached over the the case and pulled out a dildo. She imagined that night again, right where she had left off. Jeremy standing over her, his beautiful pecs, and chiseled abs, looking her over in just her undies. He straddled her, pressing his manhood against her slit, through her panties and his boxers, his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue wrestling with hers. She could almost feel his strong hands as he pushed her bra up, freeing her perky 38 c tits, massaging them firmly, and pinching the nipples. As she imagined this, she rubbed the dildo against her woman hood, and when he pinched her nipples, she put a small black paper clip on each nipple, gasping as they bit in. He worked his boxers down to his knees and pushed her panties aside, tasting the wetness, before thrusting in the man hood, filling her up. She did the same, tasting herself, then ramming the dildo up her pussy, grunting as she bottomed out on the penis shaped dildo. He began to pump up and down hard, burying himself balls deep each time, biting and pinching her nipples. She drove the dildo into herself again and again, flicking the clips on her nipples. He lifted her up and turned her over onto her knees, and fucked her doggy style, ramming her hard. Reaching up and pulling her hair. She turned herself over and positioned herself so she could fuck the arm of the couch, pulling on her paper clips with her free hand. He fucked her hard, wrenching her head back with her hair with each thrust. She came twice, her pussy spazming around his dick. Soon after he shot his load deep inside her, pulling her hair back extra hard, continuously yanking as he filled her up with his seed. She pounded the edge of the couch, groaning and screaming into a pillow, finally cumming, her juices splashing all over the arm of the couch, and running down her legs. She groaned and rolled on her back. He pulled out with a plop, and moved to her face, shoving his moist dick against her eyes and nose. She took it in her mouth, making it hard again. Jeremy grabbed the back of her head, and rammed it down on his cock. She gagged and coughed, but he held her down. "Swallow it down bitch" he sneered, and she gulped, taking the entire thing in her mouth, the head and an inch or two down her throat. She took the dildo out and pushed it down her throat. Since that night Jessica had practiced plenty, but it wasn't a good imitation unless she gagged. She forced herself to gag. Jeremy started to hump her face, hitting the back of her throat each time, her eyes tearing and her make up running. Before long he was cumming again, pulling out and jizzing all over her face and hair. When he finished he slapped her, got dressed, and left. She fell asleep with his cum still inside her and on her face. The next moring it was dry and hard, and she had to scrub for nearly half an hour before she got it all out of her hair. Jessica fucked her face with the dildo, her hand moving over the the case and pulling out a long string of anal beads. Inserting them quickly up her ass, all ten of them. Once they were all in, she pressed a button on a remote and they all began to vibrate. She moved her free hand to her clit and began to massage furiously, her mouth slurping down the plastic cock. It wasn't long before she was ready to cum again. She reached back, without slowing her sucking, and grabbed the retrieval ring. Then, in one swift motion, she yanked them all out. It was enough to finish her off, and her back and pussy spazmed, squirting her juices again. She pulled off the dildo and screamed aloud, several times as her body was racked with intense pleasure. Once her orgasm subsided, she dressed herself, and packed her toys back up. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. She went to the door, and looked through the hole. She gasped happily and opened. "Hey," Jeremy said casually, letting himself in. Alone The bed was too big for one person and it only reminded him of how much he missed her. 'God, has it only been 24 hours?' he thought. It hurt him to think of their last moments together. He could still see her eyes in the candlelight, shiny-bright with tears she refused to let fall. She wouldn't cry in front of him, make his departure even harder. She knew he had to leave. His work came first, her second. They both knew it and had accepted it long ago. But even acceptance didn't make their separations any easier. He closed his eyes, thinking back to earlier that last evening. Soft candlelight greeted him when he walked into her bedroom. He saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed, softly breathing, her luscious breasts rising and falling. He stood in the doorway watching her. He was always amazed she had chosen him. She was so beautiful she could have had any man she wanted but she wanted only him. He watched her breathe and felt his desire for her stir him. Normally she slept in the nude but tonight she had on a black lace nightie. She was lying on her side and the lace had ridden up over her hip, exposing it to his gaze. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. Her smile made him melt and want her all the more. He quickly crossed the space between them and scooped her into his arms. His mouth found her neck, soft and supple, and he began to gently bite. She moaned, quietly. He laid her back down and curled up behind her. She rolled onto her side, her mouth against his neck, her breath hot and moist. She slowly kissed him, her tongue tracing circles through her parted lips. He moaned and pulled her tightly against him. Her breasts, full and lush, pressed into him and made him harder. Her nipples were hard nubs, rubbing against him. He moved so he could kiss and fondle her. He lowered his mouth to her breast, letting his warm breath arouse her further. Gently he took her nipple into his mouth, his teeth gingerly nipping. She moaned again, louder than before. He reached over and massaged her other breast, rubbing her nipple and aureole between his fingers. He reached down to the hem of her gown and started to tug. She looked at him. Did he see anxiety there? She asked him if he didn't like her gown, she had gotten it specially for him, for their last night together. He shook his head, stroking her cheek, assuring her she looked amazing. But he wanted to touch and kiss and caress her and the gown wasn't nearly as soft as her skin and that was what he wanted to feel. She smiled at him. He could see relief in her eyes. He knew she wanted tonight to be special, wanted to make his last night with her memorable. He knew she only ever wanted to please him but he was never able to tell her how much she did. Once the gown was removed her breasts were free for his enjoyment. He slid his arms under her shoulder blades, bringing her to his hungry mouth. He sucked deeply, rubbing the tip of her nipple with his tongue, swirling it around her aureole. He could hear her breathing becoming ragged as he aroused her. He laid her down and she curled into his arms, breathing against his neck. He awoke with a start. He was so sure she had been there with him. He could still feels where she had breathed against him. Her perfume still hung faintly in the air. He reached over to where she should have been. His hand fell on emptiness. He had expected to feel her. It didn't feel like a dream; it had been so real. He ran his hand along the cool sheets, saddened that they weren't warm from her. As he ran his finger down the linen he closed his eyes thinking of running his fingers along her cheek, along her hip, ending in her velvety warmth. He rolled on his back. Without even realizing what he was doing he began to stroke his cock as he thought about her. She was a passionate lover, eager to please and be pleased. He could smell her arousal, her muskiness drawing him to her. He loved her taste and laid himself between her soft, silky thighs. He ran his tongue slowly, drawing a line from her love tunnel to her clit. She arched her back as he stroked her again, a moan low in her throat. They had been lovers for years and he knew her body well enough to know how long he needed to make her wait. She moaned again and pulled his head into her. This was what he had been waiting for. He licked her harder and faster, sliding his tongue into her, rubbing her clit. As her moans grew louder, her panting faster, he slid two fingers into her. As he sucked her, flicking her clit with his tongue, his fingers moved in and out of her more rapidly. He felt her stiffen and arch her back. She pushed her hips hard against him, prolonging her release. Finally she collapsed, her eyes closed, her lips moving as if offering up a silent prayer. Before walking into the bathroom he covered her with a light blanket. She snuggled in like a small child. She looked so innocent and vulnerable; leaving her almost broke his heart. He pulled the door closed after him and then switched on the light. He blinked against the brightness and looked at himself in the mirror. The lines around his eyes were getting deeper and the hair going from brown to grey to white. He knew he was getting older but she could make him as hard as he had been at eighteen. He washed up quickly and got undressed. He turned out the light and opened the door. He could see her curled up on his side of the bed, her hand caressing his pillow. He walked around and took her hand, kissing her fingertips. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She never had to tell him how she felt, her eyes told him everything. She pushed back the covers and came over to him. As she rolled on her back she took his sac in her mouth. Gently she ran her tongue between his testes, making him tighten. She took him in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the underside of his cock. He moaned low in his throat as she quickly raised and lowered her head. He could feel her taking him deeply, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her mouth. When she sensed he was getting too close to cumming she released his cock and started to lick from his balls to his ass, her tongue pressing tightly against him. He shuddered with excitement and as she felt his need grow, so did hers. Her fingers found her bud, hot and throbbing. He watched her rub her clit as she licked him. Watching her pleasure herself always made him ooze. He moved so he could drive his cock into her mouth. She took him hungrily, her tongue savoring his pre-cum. Her hips were moving hard against the bed as she rubbed herself, orgasming again, making the place on the bed beneath her wet. He pulled out of her mouth, letting her catch her breath. Through half-slitted eyes she looked at him. No longer did she look innocent and vulnerable. No longer did she look like a child. She was an exciting, desirable woman. Her hair, wild and in disarray, only added to her wanton look. He couldn't resist fucking her any longer. He pulled her fully onto the bed and kneeled between her legs. He could see her velvet lips glistening with her juices. Slowly he pushed himself into her. She arched meeting his thrust. He moved himself almost out of her, only the head of his cock still bathed in her wetness. Again he slowly pushed into her. Again she arched, more insistent this time, trying to drive him in deeper. He stroked his cock harder, thinking of how wet she had been. On the head of his cock clear drops appeared, the pre-cum she loved to lick from him. Faster he stroked himself, thinking about her riding him. She had gotten frustrated with how slowly he was going and rolled him onto his back. She climbed on top of him, impaling herself on his shaft. As she rocked on him he could hear her breathing become ragged. Her breasts rubbed against him, her nipples rock hard. She threw her head back, gulping in deep lungfuls of air. Her hair tumbled wildly around her, moving like a living thing as she rode him. Her moans became deeper, more guttural. His hand gripped his cock tighter as he thought about her last orgasm. She was screaming his name, over and over, riding him hard and fast. She stiffened as the first waves of orgasm washed over her. And then she rode him even harder and faster, making her orgasm last longer, making herself orgasm again and again. Holding on to his cock he squeezed, remembering how tightly her pussy held him, her muscles pulsating, trying to milk him. His hand moved faster, thinking about how he couldn't hold back, thinking about how he held on to her hips, thrusting up into her. She moaned loudly, grinding her pussy into him, making him make her cum again. He felt his cum, hot and sticky, hit his stomach, long white ropes pooling there. But even as he stroked himself to get the last drops out he could feel her on top of him. He could feel their cum running over his balls, his thighs, puddling beneath him. As he let out a breath he closed his eyes. Their separation might be long but he had the memory of that last night to make his bed feel less empty. Alone it's not a new sensation for her. Lately her husband has been working every possible hour nights to earn more money. To get ahead. What this means to her is that he is gone off to work by the time she gets home with only a curt text message saying he let the dogs out. But lately, this being alone has turned into a jagged stone in her belly, a sandbag in her head. Too heavy to bear. Since moving to the country she has no one familiar with whom to visit, commiserate, only her dogs. She has taken to traveling the country roads for hours on end. Mindlessly searching for something, anything that would give that feeling of connection, belonging, and love. In her travels she discovered a little used fishing area in a forest preserve running along a river. Every now and then there will be fisherman there, but they go to the river for fish, not to visit with a woman alone with her thoughts. For the last three nights, since discovering it, she has been drawn there, to the solitude of the suspension bridge over the farm culvert that leads to the trail to the river. On her second visit she invited her husband to join her when he sent a text on his night off. But he was off on his motorcycle and enjoying himself. Alone again, she sat in the middle of the bridge and sipped her beer. Enjoying the swing and sway as the fisherman came and went, but wishing for arms around her, lips to brush her neck. On her third visit, a very dark evening with the promise of heavy storms, she sat as usual on the bridge, drank her beer and smoked her cigarettes, a new habit to deaden the weight of loneliness. As the storm built, she was alone, no fisherman ventured out to this secluded place. She thought of the building pressure in herself, the emptiness of not having someone to hold her, scold her for being morose, love her. She placed her hands above her head on the cable and felt the yearning for the stretch of her muscles, a sudden desire to be tied to the cable. Possessed by a lover who would fill this need. When the beer was gone and the storm breaking both around her and in her, she lay back on the bridge and ran her hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. Feeling the rain falling down on her trying, wishing it would wash away the need. But the tension in the air only added to the tension in her body. Each crash of thunder, only made her body quicken, desiring now the contact of any type, she slipped off her shorts and began to caress herself. Knowing, and not caring, that no one would venture out and find her. Feeling the warmth of her lips, the wetness of her need. She fantasized about a lover who would tie her to this very bridge and take her. Stretch her desire and take what he wanted. She rubbed furiously at her clit and lips, every now and then plunging her fingers into her empty, waiting vagina for more moisture, to quench her need. The orgasm, when it came was a relief of some of her tension, but was empty. There was no lover to hold her, caressing her body whispering his pleasure in her ear. On her fourth trip to the river she gave into the pull of the water and stripped away her clothes, her inhibitions, waded into the moonlit water and floated in the arms of her imaginary lover. Her breasts floated on the water like two white orbs, to match the moon in the sky. She reached up and played with her nipples, imagining once again that the emptiness could be filled, that the hands on her breasts were that of the man she loved. Rolling over and diving into the depths, she felt engulfed by the warm water, completely in tune with the needs of her body. Floating free on the river, her mind given over to need and desire, again she began to stroke herself, floating weightless she attempted to bring that harmony, that weightless release of sweet orgasm as she rubbed and fondled herself. The tension built, and ebbed like the gentle waves of the river. A lover teasing her to distraction. Finally in one last explosive push she burst with ecstasy into that realm of peace, floating above herself. Her need, for now, assuaged. She climbed back out of the river, collected her clothes and stood naked, drip drying on the bridge. Still alone, but with her secret lover, the river, no longer quite so lonely, knowing it would be there to fill and surround her again, when the emptiness became to unbearable. Alone? It was a dark summers night, the stars were twinkling and the moonshining. I lay in bed with my curtains open, staring in to the night. The moonlight gave a slight light in my room; I could see my own body glistening. I was looking at myself, and started to become quite aroused. My body was getting hotter and hotter; I was starting to pant as I let my hands explore all my curves and crevasses. I let my hands move down my body slowly and seductively, sexily and sensationally. My body was aching from the pleasure I was causing. I moved my hands around my shapely figure, run my fingers through my long red hair, let my long finger nails scrape ever so gentle along my thighs and stomach. My fingers reached my firm breasts, rubbing and squeezing, slowly running my erect and sensitive nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Moving my hands down, palm pushing softly against my stomach. Finally I reached my treasure! I suddenly felt as if I was not alone, and soon I realised I wasn't. He started with a slight touch on my leg; I could feel his fingertip run softly along my inner thigh, my body arched in response. I started to moan as he moved up further, getting more seductive the higher he got. Now his tongue, licking his way around me, into delves of passion, into forgotten gates of heaven. He let his tongue run over and over my clit, my sweet juice began to flow; he licks it out and does it again. Over and over again. I was panting as my body responded eagerly to him. Wanting more and more, never wanting him to stop. He moved up to my breasts. Touching and rubbing each one with his big firm hands. Licking and sucking my hard erect nipples and flicking each one with his tongue, softly nibbling them. I moan loudly with every flick of his tongue, with every lick, and every time he suck hard then kissed it better. The pleasure was unbelievable. He had done this before! His body was naked against mine, our bodies covered in sweat. I can feel his large erection throbbing, shivers run up my body every time it touched my clit slightly, he was teasing me, he was making me want him, making me need him. He wanted to play with me. Suddenly arousing sensations bestow our bodies as I feel him enter me. Slowly and powerfully, hard and intimately. Our bodies united as one as the climax was near, he withdrew. He wanted to make me wait, to tease me into submission. Only it was my turn to tease. I pushed him over on to his back, and climbed over him. I start to kiss my way up his body, to his neck. I tie his hands to the bed, he tried to resist but only momentarily, with my breasts directly in front of his face he was too busy trying to suck them to resist any longer. Soon he was under my control, unable to move, unable to feel or touch me, unable to enter me. I move down his body, kissing my way. Finally to his cock, now throbbing. I begin to lick the tip and blow gently. I hear him gasp; feel him moan. He wanted me so bad. Needed me so bad. But I wasn't going to allow him to fulfil his desires. Not until I was ready. I start to suck softly, moving my head up and down, allowing his cock deeper and deeper every time. Faster, I can taste his pre-cum in my mouth – it tastes so sweet – delicious. I stop knowing he was close to cumming. His body shuddered as I release his cock from my mouth. He moaned loudly, he didn't want me to stop, wanted me to continue, wanted me to taste his cum. I too want him. My body was wetter then ever before. I want him inside of me. Need him inside of me. I sit on his legs allowing him to see me; I could see the want in his eyes. I touch myself erotically, play with my breasts, and let my hands wander to every part of me. My body began to shiver; I was so hot and horny. His breathing was fast, his chest was moving up and down hard and fast. He wanted me and didn't look as if he could wait much longer. I had reached my goal, my teasing worked. I slowly crawled over him and allowed penetration, we both moaned loudly. I begin to move faster and faster, allowing him deeper with every motion. Soon we were both screaming with delight as our bodies came to a shuddering climax, and we were drained of our sweet juices. I wake up. It's morning. Alone. Alone It's about 3am, and nothing to keep me company but the piercing glow of the TV. As I lay in the bed waiting for sleep to take me, I get the distinct impression that I am not alone. I look around the room, no one in sight...but I feel you. I shake off the feeling, my overactive imagination again. So I turn back to the TV, try to get lost in the program, again waiting for sleep. As I lay there, trying to drift, I feel it again. I am being watched, I know it. I look around again, no you. But I know you are there. Again I ignore it, or at least try to, but this feeling is magnetic. Laying there, feeling your eyes lingering over me. Almost like finger tips. The chills rise in me. I roll on to my back and feel you come towards the bed. I don't see you. But it is you. Your eyes traveling my body. Your hands reaching out to me. My eyes open, and I am searching for you. Painfully, you are not there. Your eyes are in my imagination, your hands that were traveling are mine. But it is too late now, I've started and must keep going. So I close my eyes, think of you. Your hands, your lips, your eyes, your energy. I picture the perfect tryst. In my mind it is so perfect with you, familiar, beautiful, wild, sweet. And I want it, need it. But for now, I am alone. I let myself get carried away on the fantasy, and go for the ride. I gently caress myself. Starting, with both hands, at my neck and let them slide gracefully to my breasts. I cup them, softly and lightly rub my thumbs over my nipples. I feel them get hard, I look at them and they deepen in color. I wonder what it would feel like to have them in your mouth, to have your tongue play with them as I feel myself get wet and warm between my legs. Still playing with my nipples, I rub my thighs together trying to ease the ache that has risen. There is no refusing it, it demands satisfaction. And still, I don't yield, not yet. The desire feels too good. Wanting you is precious, so I lay there. Playing with my nipples, my legs caressing each other. I lick my lips in hopes for a kiss that is not going to come tonight. But my thoughts are of you and this sweet burning. And finally, that point approaches. My swollen clit silently screaming for attention, my warm and wet pussy aching for you. And I can no longer put it off. I have to give in. At the point I decide yes, I know that somewhere in the night, you are fighting the same battle. And losing as graciously as I am. I slide my right hand down my stomach, left hand still cupping my breast. As my hand makes its way down, my legs open. I feel my hand go between them, wishing it was yours. I gently stroke that part where my lips meet. My fingers sense my warmth as it stirs itself into a frenzied heat. I give a slight moan and slide my first finger between my lips. The exhilaration of the wetness is intoxicating. I slide my finger over my clit. It is so swollen, and touching it feels so good. I message it, slowly at first. Just enough to sustain the need to drown myself in ecstasy. But I know that moment is coming. Again I think of you, and I want you. I can see you there, nested down on the bed with me. Touching me, watching my face to see the pleasure register as you message my clit. I feel you shift your hand, now your thumb has started on my clit. Your second and third fingers inside me, rubbing the knot you find. It feels so good. Electric pulses run through my body. Alerting my senses that the wave is coming. I start moaning steadily and look into your eyes. The look on your face is peaceful, almost encouraging. Silently you are saying this is right, it's ok, let yourself go. Allow yourself to feel good. Then you start to gradually work your fingers faster, the gentle touch has become a methodical caress. It's sweet and delicious. I open my legs wider, inviting, begging you to continue. The caress gets more demanding, and I completely give myself over to it. I have become nothing more than a writhing mess on the bed, a total slave to your hand. And then that feeling comes over me, I know the crash is coming. All I can do is just whisper yes between my moans. My eyes are closed at this moment, I thrust my hips forward and you carefully put your free hand on my lower stomach, your silent way of telling me to relax. Assuring me that you won't stop. And then it starts, that feeling that takes me higher than anything. I cry out, it's too good, too sweet. Your hand doesn't stop, you feel me, my head thrown back, body prone for what's to come over me. I collapse into the bed. I feel you kiss my stomach. Looking up, big smile on my face, hoping to meet your eyes with mine. I see that you are not there. I feel my hand between my legs and realize that you were never there. The whole time, I had been alone. Once I recover, and curl up. I turn the TV off, cuddle into my pillows, and whisper good night to you. Alone She's home alone - and horny. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (13 min/mp3) * * * * * Alone.... The room is dark everything is peaceful and quiet. Turning to the left I catch a glimpse of the clock on the night stand. 3:39! It has happen again, I always seem to wake up in the middle of the night when I fall asleep without talking to you. Thinking of you I grab my cell phone to look at my messages. Checking my emails I see a new message from you with an attachment. "Hey babe, Just a quick note to let you know I'm thinking about you. Heading to Boston today......really wish I was heading to your "vagina" lol. I miss placing my head between your thighs. Just thinking about it is making me hard. I'm attaching a picture to prove it. See you next week. Love always, Me- Grinning from ear to ear I open the attachments. Three pictures of your rock hard cock as promised. Not thinking my hand involuntarily goes to my mouth. Using my middle finger I begin to caress my bottom lip remembering the last time I saw you. Reliving the moment in my mind I think about watching you sleep. You were so peaceful laying there naked. It started with me..... trailing my fingertips down your chest, down your stomach. Your cock was hard and laying stretched out on display for your me. Sliding down I looked at you to ensure I hadn't woken you and began to lick the tip. I stopped glanced up but you were unresponsive..... frowning I thought "seriously?, he didn't feel that?" Licking the palm of my hand I began stroking you before sucking the head of your cock into my mouth. Bobbing on just the tip I swirl my tongue as I take you in and out. I love the way you feel in my mouth and my hands go to your balls as I begin to gently massage them. Shifting my eyes up I look at you, expecting to see you looking back at me. I'm shocked and slightly offended that your sleeping through this. Determined to wake your ass up, I reposition myself and slide your cock all the way in! Sucking you hard I draw my cheeks in and begin to suck hard and fast deep throating your cock. Craving your attention I'm waiting for the moment when you place your hands in my hair, begin to thrust up and start fucking my mouth. Coming up I begin to jack you off. Applying pressure to the head I milk you until pre-cum is leaking out and down the tip. Placing my tongue flat against the head I lick and swallow it enjoying the taste. Looking at you I say "I know your awake fucker!" Working hard to hold back a smile you simply said "no....I'm not!" That was a good morning, you sent me off to work with a permanent smile on my face. Coming back to realty, I realize my hand has found it's way between my legs. I am dripping wet and craving a release. Shaking my head I curse you and your damn cock pics! Jumping out of the bed I head the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub I reach in and turn on the facet. Placing my hand under the stream I make minor adjusts to ensure the temperature is just right. Walking over to the vanity I look at my reflection. Standing there in a white wife beater and black panties I begin to undress. Grabbing the hem of my shirt I pull it up over my head, exposing my breasts. My tits are firm and my small nipples are hard and erect. I slowly caress my breast, cupping one in my hand I bring it to my mouth and begin to suck my nipple wishing it were you. Releasing it I place my thumbs in the waste band of my panties, my pussy has a small patch of hair shaved low and cut Brazilian style into a triangle. Sliding my hand down my stomach it comes to rest just above my clit. Closing my eyes I touch it and begin to work it a little. Craving a release I walk over to the tub and climb in. The water is still running but it's warm and I am instantly relaxed. Placing my feet on the wall above the nozzles I begin to slide down and position my pussy in direct flow of the water. Closing my eyes I begin to think of you, imagining the feel of your tongue against my clit. Rolling my hips a little I bring my pussy upward to meet the thrust of the stream as it falls. Panting heavily it doesn't take me long. Feeling my orgasm about to explode I slide under the water submerging myself, holding my breath to intensify my release. Trembling I remain there until the wave of pleasure washes over me. Popping up I take a deep breath and smile. Aspen Alone Lauren is different. Not bad different. Lauren is small, about 5 feet tall with no chance of her getting any bigger. She has simple features, C cup breasts with freckles running from just above her nipples all the way up to her short red pixie cut hair, and to top, or bottom, it all off, a plump little ass. Lauren wasn't a very impressive person except the fact that she was incredibly smart, getting accepted to every single college she applied to. With scholarships pouring in from Purdue to LSU she had the ability to be anything she wanted. So what did she do? She got a job at a cafe, in the same small town her grandparents had lived and died in, that her parents had lived and died in, and now she lived there doing the same basic thing they all had done. But Lauren was happy. She never needed romance or popularity, she was fine with just sitting down in her small house that was passed down through her family. She was at least, until today. With twenty minutes to being free of the torture of standing Lauren was already imagining a hot shower and night spent with her feet on ice. She had just finished collecting the check of the lovely couple that lived a block and a half from her house. That was when the most beautiful woman she had ever seen walked into the cafe. Standing a towering 5.8, long dark brown hair and oddly small A cup breasts this woman was an exact opposite of simple little Lauren. After realizing she had to do her job Lauren walked over to the now seated woman. "Hi I'm Lauren what can i get you tonight?" She asked. After taking a moment to get a good look at Lauren she responded with the strangest accent Lauren had ever heard "Well Lauren i just want some coffee right now but, i may want something else later. If you don't mind grabbing that quickly I'm in a hurry." Not really understanding why this strange woman was in such a small close-knit town, she went off to fetch her coffee. After a moment of getting everything ready she walked over and handed the woman her coffee "Ok Lauren I think I've decided what i want tonight." "Ok then what would you like ma'am." "Well I've just come to you're little town because i have lost all my money and my friends. I have nothing left and I am hoping to come here and get some form of a life going. So, what i would like is an place i can stay for a few nights." Of course, this threw Lauren completely off guard, "Well I'm not sure, but if you would like i guess you could possibly sleep at my place for one or two nights. But I'm not sure you can stay long I have a few friends coming over on friday." The strange woman just sat there looking into Lauren's grey-blue eyes. After a few minutes of this awkward exchange Lauren broke the silence "Ok if for some reason i decide that you can stay in my house i need some name, anything i can call you by because i'm not going to have some nameless stranger prancing around my house." After waiting, again, about a minute the stranger finally spoke up "Ok you can call me Emma then, would you please allow me to at least sleep on your couch i have absolutely nothing." "I told you that you could Emma and as long as you don't go around breaking stuff or something your more than welcome to stay with me." The second the words had left her lips she was being hugged by the strongest pair of arms she had ever been hugged by. And after a brief moment of awkwardness Lauren hugged her back, then moved to and close up the now empty cafe. *** Lauren had just finished putting everything in its place, her keys by the door, her cigarettes by her bed, her shoes under her bed. The same thing she had been doing for almost a month and a half. She then went into the living room to check on her guest, who was now sitting in her favorite chair. The nerve off this woman, she thought to herself. "Ok Emma would you like to go and take a shower, i imagine your tired and would like a shower after your, possibly long day." "Ok thank you again Lauren, i really appreciate this." and before Lauren realized it Emma had her in another strong armed hug and this time, a kiss. Which took Lauren by surprise, obviously. *** While her, very very strange temporary roommate, was in the shower, Lauren sat on her bed wondering why she couldn't stop thinking about the long haired beauty in her shower. I'm not a lesbian, I'm not bisexual, I'm weird as hell but not that weird, she thought to herself, repeating it over and over in her head. While she was caught up in her anti-lesbian thoughts, she didn't even realize that her odd-accented friend had finished her shower and was standing in her doorway, in a towel, with her hand working around, what was most likely vagina. "WHAT THE HELL!"Lauren yelled loud enough to wake most of the small town. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry" Emma stammered as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, letting the towel fall on the floor revealing two perky little nipples and a hairy, glistening pussy. And before she could cover it Emma got a good look at the rapidly spreading wet spot on Lauren's pants. "AHH, get out. Get the hell out of my room!" Lauren yelled screamed at her throwing the nearby pillow onto her crotch. Emma stood there though, with a smile rapidly spreading over her face. "So Lauren, I guess its safe to say your not only into guys right? Emma said while walking over to Lauren who was backing up all the way to the wall. "Please stop, i just want you to go sleep outside off my bedroom, just stop ok." Lauren stammered Emma walked over and put a hand gentle under Lauren's chin. And with no warning at all she brought the other one right across Lauren's cheek with as much force as she could put in her arm. SLAP, and again SLAP, and again, and again, and again before finally stopping, bending down and starring Lauren in the eyes. "Did I say you could speak Lauren?" "WHAT THE HELL EMMA!" And again a slap rang across her cheek, "You're speaking and I didn't say you could." Emma said while slightly chuckling at the fact she was completely in control of Lauren. "But I'm not a lesbian, I've never ever kissed someone before." Lauren said while her lip started quivering. "You know you are Lauren, the second you saw me you couldn't help it you just wanted to get your face in between my legs. Just like the pathetic little whore you are. But your my whore now, so go and get me a couple pillow cases." Lauren couldn't even think, she stood up and walked to her closet and grabbed a few cases just like Emma had asked. She returned to the bed with the cases and handed them to Emma who proceeded to grab Lauren's short hair and shove her head onto the bed. With incredible speed Emma tied Lauren's hands to the posts of the bed and when she was done she took her legs bent them up and tied Lauren's knees to her elbows. And with that Lauren was helpless at the hands of this strange accented, tall leggy , but creepy woman. Yet she was happy, she had never even been with a guy but she knew that Emma was what she wanted and she wanted was going to have her. *** It had been about thirty to forty minutes of waiting on Lauren's part when Emma returned with a bucket filled with ice, a small vibrator, a pair of clamps, and a ball gag. "You realize that I'm going to enjoy screwing you. I am going to love every second of it." Emma said confidently walking back and forth at the foot of the bed. She started by cutting of all of Lauren's clothes, and then gaging her. "there now you look less like a girl, and more like the pathetic whore you are. Now for the clamp." "AHHHHH, hmmmm hmmm." was all that could come out of Lauren's mouth. Bringing the bucket up to the bedside table Emma scooped two ice-cubes out and then placed one on Lauren's navel, and the other on her asshole. Muffled moans came from the gagged mouth of Lauren, and Emma just scooped out another one and this time pushed it into her asshole, then another and another until Lauren was straining against her bonds. SLAP, the loud sound rang in the room while Lauren held herself still with all the will she had left. SLAP, SLAP, again and again the beating continued, until it stopped then started again. Only this was on her ass, her plump little ass that sat there, exposed to all the pain and pleasure Emma could imagine. Then the sound of something vibrating came to Lauren's attention, and with sudden unnecessary force a small but powerful vibrator was thrust into Lauren's now soaking wet pussy. "Now don't you cum, ok slut." Emma teased will moving the vibrator in and out of Lauren's tight hole. Then more ice-cubes, and the vibrator came faster and faster until Lauren's body was shaking violently and she was right on the edge of an orgasm when Emma with one final thrust pushed the vibrator, her hand, and a good bit of her arm into Lauren's pussy while her other hand began spanking Lauren's ass. And Lauren lost all control, her body bubbling with unbearable pleasure and pain, and her now stretched holes were leaking her juices. Which Emma began greedily lapping up with a well trained tongue. Which in turn sent Lauren over the edge again, only this time she blacked out. *** Lauren woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs frying on her stove. She realized she was laying down normally with her head on a pillow and clean pussy. She got up put a robe on and walked over to the kitchen were she found Emma standing at the stove with one of her bigger t-shirts on sagging just above her navel, and a pair of looser pajamas. "Ohh you're up yo stupid little whore, how about breakfast and some more orgasms. You know you going to have to pay me back for those orgasms i gave you last night." Emma said while chuckling. Alone He looked up at the clock attached to the front of his small cubicle; only 15 minutes until 5 o'clock. He could hear the constant ringing of phones and the hum of countless personal computers, someone laughed from far off. Not much was attached to the grey cloth of his cubicle: the black and white clock which read a quarter until 5 and a couple of old inter-office memos, one from his former supervisor who had left this wing two years ago. On the desk was his personal computer, a picture of his cat, Edmond, and a phone, the receiver dusty. He always checks the inter-office E-mail at 4:45; this time there was a message from a coworker, two cubicles down; another joke about the newer supervisor's weight. He deleted the message and turned off his personal computer. He got up, collected his coat, and walked to the near by elevator. He was the first one on and was quickly herded to the back as more and more coworkers piled into the cramped space. He stared at the backs of their heads as they rode the car down from the highest floor. He walked to his clean 4-door sedan in the garage and used his employee pass card to force the mechanical arm up without having to bother the attendant. He took his normal route home, traveling on a small two-lane road to avoid traffic and the highways. Tall oaks grew on both sides of the road as he drove. They seemed to lean out over the car as. Sometimes their branches blacked out the sky all together. He had often thought about the fact that the road would be invisible if someone were looking from a low-flying airplane. He rode up his driveway and pulled into the garage after activating the automatic door opener. His cat, Edmond, waited for him by the side door as he walked in, locked the door behind him, and slipped off his shoes. He placed his keys on the clean, white kitchen counter. On the counter were his keys, a small picture of a tropical island, surrounded by water and dotted with a single palm tree, and a phone, the receiver dusty. Edmond walked over to the window by the main entranceway. He had set up a small stool and cushion for the cat to sit on, a small indent had formed on the previously new cushion. Sometimes Edmond watched the dogs while sitting by the front door; sometimes he watched other cats; sometimes he stared into its own eyes in the glass. The cat was always at the window, staring at something. Next to the stool and cushion were several cat toys, each of them dusty. He turned on the TV, a frozen dinner in the microwave. His leather easy chair had conformed to his body over the years. He watched and ate his pot pie, not bothering with salt and pepper. He sat in his leather easy chair, looking up at the clock attached to the wall; only 15 minutes until 9 o'clock. He got up, turned off the TV, and washed the dish. He passed Edmond in the main entranceway while walking toward his bedroom. He changed, brushed his teeth, and sat on his bed. He was not particularly tired as he turned off the light and lay on his pillows. As he fell asleep, the queen-sized mattress felt unusual because he had flipped it so the worn in side was now laying next to him. He awoke with a start, several hours before the alarm. Edmond was sitting next to him in the bed. He said nothing as he placed the cat on the floor, turned off the lights, and laid back down against the unfamiliar mattress. The alarm was the next thing he heard. He made the bed, took a shower, and changed into his work clothes, an off-white button down shirt and khaki-colored dress pants. He walked past the main-entranceway and the indented cushion. He stopped in the kitchen and sat on the floor, across from the unmoving, unblinking cat. He sat and stared at Edmond for a long time. He left his keys on the counter and pulled out a small piece of paper from a drawer underneath the phone and keys. Finding a pen in the same drawer, he wrote a small note and placed it in his off-white button down shirt pocket. He walked back near the TV and sat in his leather easy chair. He sat and listened. Mostly he could hear the buzz of complete silence; sometimes, far off, he could make out a laugh or cry, a shout or a whisper. He sat and stared into his backyard, sometimes he looked at the flowers; sometimes he watched the fly stuck in between the glass and screen; sometimes he looked into his own eyes in the glass. His eyes were always focused on something. He sat and stared. He sat until he no longer had the option of getting up. He heard nothing anymore, even the familiar buzz of silence seemed to fade away. He sat while the world continued to move. As the last light started leaving his eyes, he watched a speck of dust fall lightly onto the phone on the clean, white kitchen counter. They found him later, the smell finally too overpowering to ignore. They pulled out the crinkled note from his shirt pocket and threw it away, unread. Alone I ran swiftly through the deserted city, cautiously looking and listening for them, the Takers. They were a race of alien creatures that had visited Earth two years ago. They were humanoid in appearance but lacked any facial features, almost looking like ghosts. They appeared friendly when they first arrived, providing us with technology that was years ahead of our time and only asked for refuge in return. It took merely four months for them to be accepted as a part of our society. Four months for us humans to think of them as our own. How ignorant we are as a species. In one month's time, they had doubled their numbers, first starting out as only around a few hundred million. Within two months, there were around one billion of them. Spreading across the Earth like a cancer. In the third month, they had multiplied so much that there were more of them than there were humans. It was the last month in which they became hostile. They had easily collapsed any military resistance with their superior weapons and training and had quickly murdered or kidnapped almost the entire human race. Except for me. My name is Evelyne, but most call me Eve. Well, they did when they were still alive. I had slowed to a crawl as I walked down the empty sidewalk. I had been looting a nearby store for food and water when a stray Taker had spotted me while looking for any survivors, like they often do. Luckily for me, I had a faster reaction time and managed to drive the blade of the small kitchen knife I carried with me through it's torso, but not before it managed to tear the neck of my cotton shirt down the side during the struggle. It collapsed and faded away into a mist, as they do after death, seconds afterwards and I looked down at my clothing. The shirt was torn down the sleeve and exposed part of my right breast to the open wind. I sighed in relief, being glad that the shirt was the only thing that was damaged. My exposure wasn't too much of a concern to me as I was the only human left, at least in this city, and there was nobody to see my body. The old bra I used to wear was long past worn out and had become more of a burden than useful so I decided to get rid of it awhile back. I continued down the street completely topless. The ruined shirt I had torn apart and made into a bandanna that wrapped around my head. May as well get some use out of the old thing. My breasts bounced freely as I walked through the city, looking for a place to spend the night. The thing I loved most about my breasts is that they're perky, but not too big. Perfect for running away. They're also round and firm. I love caressing them during those nights where I felt backed up and needed release. I soon stumbled upon a nice Fitness Center that appeared to have minimal damage to the interior. I suppose it isn't the first choice for a safehouse for most people during an apocalypse. I dropped my gear to the floor and began searching through each room, checking for any stray Takers that may be lurking in the shadows. It seemed to be empty. My footsteps echoed as I continued walking through the building. I opened the door to a room marked "Changing rooms" hoping to find a few towels. Luckily for me, everything seemed untouched and there was a stack waiting on a nearby rack. I grabbed a few of them and headed back to where I left my gear. A simple backpack and the knife. I threw the towels down by the pile then went off to search some more. They had to be somewhere. I stepped into what appeared to be a storage room. Bingo. I grabbed one of the many five-gallon water jugs meant for water dispensers and dragged it back to my pile, still full of water. I lifted it up and set it down on the receptionist counter and began to strip off my clothes. I threw them into my pile and set the towels down next to the desk. I then got down on my knees under the jug and with the help of my blade, punctured the bottom of the jug and positioned myself under the water that poured out. The jug was much too big to carry around with me so I planned on cleansing myself with the water. I could go back and get another if I needed to top off my water supply. I began washing all of the dirt and grime that had worked its way into the crevices of my body, some of it even getting into my most private areas. I moved my hands down to my now wet groin and cleaned it off with one of the towels. I gasped slightly as I did, not realizing how pent up I was. I haven't pleasured myself in a long time. I sat there and continued cleaning, trying to avoid making myself horny, until I heard what sounded like a door being forcibly opened. Damn, I thought I was alone. I grabbed my knife and quickly jumped behind the desk just as a Taker walked into the room. Fuck. My backpack and clothes were still lying in the pile I had left them in and now I had no way of getting to them. I could always loot some more stores but doing so is risky and time-consuming. As the Taker moved closer I maneuvered myself away, using the desk as concealment as I crawled towards a pair of double doors. They led to a very large pool area. Equipped with small slides for children and a large, tube-slide for what I assuming was for teenagers and adventurous adults. There was surprisingly still water in the pool, though it had a slight tint of green to it. It'd be better not to risk drinking from it. I ran towards the stairs that led up to the tube-slide as I heard more Takers talking in their alien language to each other. The one I had encountered must have called more in when it found my gear. I figured that the best hiding place was inside the big slide since it was unlikely that they'd bother walking up all the stairs. That, and I may have also wanted to try sliding down it. At least until the Takers appeared. My footsteps fell silently as I had taken off my shoes back when I was washing myself off. This gave me a slight advantage since I was able to run quickly to the top of the stairs and crawl into the opening of the slide. It was a very dark blueish color and it was unlikely that my shadow would be seen from the outside given how thick the walls of the tube were. Still, I scooted my butt quietly across the hard plastic so I could move further down the slide. I stopped right as I approached a steep drop, not wanting to give away my position by sliding down it, though it was a bit tempting. My nude form lay there silently while I listened to them check through every room in the building. After awhile I no longer heard them making any noise and figured they must have moved on to other buildings. I still waited there for about another half an hour listening carefully. After waiting another few minutes I figured that they've either left or are waiting for me to come out, in which case, I may as well get it over with. My hands pushed against the round tube as I tried to get a grip on the smooth sides but struggled to climb back up. The tube was just too smooth. I turned to lay on my back and tried pushing myself up with my legs but soon discovered that the slope was just too steep to climb out of. I sighed and scooted towards the steep drop. My butt was firmly planted on the rounded curve that led to the drop in the slide. Just then, I felt the heat in my lower regions that I had been trying to avoid earlier. I felt a slight dampness between my thighs and was a bit embarrassed that I was getting turned on at a time like this. I tried to push the dirty thoughts out of my mind as I pushed myself forward and slid down. Unfortunately for me, The slope ended in an opening that shot me right into the dirty water. My body hit the cool surface and I thrashed around for a few seconds while I was submerged until I was able to swim to the surface. I looked around and, luckily for me, there was nobody in sight. I swam to the edge and pulled myself out of the water, trying to shake off as much of the dirty stuff from my body as I could. I made a bee-line for the doors that led to another, much smaller, pool that was outside. It was way too risky to go back for my gear and they most likely took it with them. I ran stark naked to the other side of the pool and tried jumping a black, metal fence that enclosed the area. Unfortunately, my wet body made it hard to get a grip and I ended up falling onto the top of the fence. The metal bar slipped between my legs and grinded against the tight lips of my pussy. I gasped as soon as the cold bar made contact with them and I quickly jumped to the other side, trying to keep a level head. It had become increasingly difficult to do so though as my lust had risen from the recent events. I lifted my arms to cover my breasts as I realized that I was standing out in the open completely nude. My butt and vagina were still visible but at least this gave me somewhat of a sense of security. I ran as fast as I could away from the building, breasts bouncing in my arms as I came across a small house. I ran inside and fell back on a couch that was resting in the living room. I felt safe for the time being. My hands slowly ventured down and began rubbing at my wet pussy lips. I was really horny now. I quickly rubbed it with the palm of my hand and moaned a bit louder than I should've while I brought myself to a very intense orgasm. My hands were covered in my juices after squirting into them. Man, that felt amazing. My senses slowly returned to me and I realized that there was a figure standing in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. I quickly brought my hands to my chest and curled up into a ball trying to cover myself up. "W-who's there?" I asked nervously. A girl who looked to be about my age slowly walked out. She had dark, black hair that was cut very short and was wearing a thin, cotton shirt along with elastic shorts that hugged her figure nicely. I sat there in shock. Not so much that she watched me pleasure myself to orgasm but more by the fact that I haven't seen another human in months. "Who are you?" I asked curiously. She stood there quietly with a slight blush to her face from what she just witnessed. "My name is Kia..." She said.