4 comments/ 20858 views/ 6 favorites Mimi: A Bedtime Story By: mimaster Mimi came home, more stressed than when she'd gotten home the first time. Work had been stressful enough...the long days and tenuous tasks that came with working as a legal assistant at a lawyer's office had drained on her. She felt the job was rewarding in its own way. And she loved her boss. But all the work she did was behind the scenes. She never got to see the final results. Yet that was just a part of her stress. There was always more waiting for Mimi when she finished her day. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Mimi was a Twixter...a modern term for a twenty-something adult that wasn't quite an adult yet. Twixter's are between...or betwixt, as it were. Not quite an adult when it came to accepting the heavy burden of responsibilities that society puts on them. But also not an adolescent any longer...and that was certainly the case with Mimi. She could never be mistaken for a teenage girl. She was 5'7" of exotic woman. In a word, she was gorgeous. Tall and shapely, Mimi wasn't the rail thin waif-like woman that landed on the covers of magazines on the newsstands. She was much hotter and much sexier than that. Her olive skin gave her the exotic aura that made men drool as she passed by. Her long, light brown hair was straight, and came to the middle of her back. Her eyes were brown, and gave her a mysterious quality when she smiled. They were deep...even smoldering. If you looked at her eyes in the right light, you could feel the passion Mimi clutched inside her chest, gripping it tightly as she walked though her days. And Mimi's chest was impressive. She felt it was her best feature, even over her tight ass and long, thin, shapely legs. Mimi loved her tits. They weren't huge...but who needs huge, when perfect is available. At a 34C, they were indeed the perfect size and shape for her body. They sat up proud, the large brown areolas centered by her pinkish nipples. They too were perfect...not too big to look out of place, and not too small to be unnoticeable. Mimi loved her nipples. They were sensitive, and she loved to have them pulled and twisted. She longed to have them licked and sucked...and even bitten. But Mimi's life had taken a drastic change...and the opportunity for that kind of wanton stimulus had vanished, much like the personal freedoms she'd grown accustomed to in college. Yes, Mimi was a Twixter. Having finished college, she had a tough decision to make. Continue on with her studies at Grad school, as her parents wanted her to, or take some much-needed time off. She'd been and excellent student and good grades were expected of her, since her parents were footing the bill for college. But Mimi had grown weary of the constant grind of school, and she felt she needed a break. In the end, she decided she'd been in school long enough and it was time for a change, which meant getting a job. What she hadn't counted on was the economy crashing shortly after she'd made the decision. She also hadn't factored in just how much of a lifestyle change it was going to be when she moved back in with her Mother and Father. Mimi's parents were strict...maybe even on the borderline of being controlling. She loved them, and just as importantly, she respected them. But the shell shock of going from being able to come and go as she pleased, to having to account for her whereabouts, and being expected to partake in numerous family events, quickly added a different kind of stress. And that made her wonder if she'd have been better of staying in school after all. Family was important to Mimi's parents. It was part of their background, the values instilled for decades...and perhaps even centuries if you considered the family hierarchy and the traditions that were passed down from generation to generation. Mimi hadn't been allowed to date when she'd lived at home the first time. And now that she was home again, that rigid boundary was suddenly forced upon her once more; the 'Our house, our rules' provision taking effect. Not that Mimi was promiscuous when she'd been in College. She had a good time, but she wasn't wild, or carefree...or even cavalier about her personal life. But she did love men. She loved the attention she'd get walking across campus, knowing her exotic features gave her a mysterious, sensual quality that men lusted after. Yet she rarely acted on her sexual impulses. She had several brief encounters, but never felt compelled to have a serious relationship. Mimi hadn't had the time. Mimi longed for a relationship. And she hoped that having given up the insane course load she usually carried for what she considered a more normal life in the workplace, she might actually have the time to have one. She wanted to feel the closeness of a man. To feel herself swallowed up in his arms, and made to feel like the passionate woman she knew was deep inside her. And the more Mimi thought about being with a man, the more she wanted it. To the point that her sexual desires were about to consume her. She wanted sex...but not as much as she needed it. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Walking into her parent's house for the second time that evening, Mimi couldn't wait to get to her room. She'd gotten home from work, tired and horny, like she had been for weeks. All she wanted was some peaceful time for herself to take matters into her own hands. She'd been thinking about 'him' again all day, and her pussy was dripping. She could feel her huge clit rubbing against the silky fabric of her thong underneath her tasteful, conservative dress, and it was driving her insane. Mimi needed to cum, but before she could make her way down the hallway to her room, she was reminded that she had to attend yet another family function, and they would be leaving in 20 minutes. "Fuck," Mimi said under her breath, fighting to keep her anger under control. Well, it wasn't anger. It was really just pent up sexual frustration. But it resulted in the same basic emotional response. She tried to find a way out...to find an excuse that would allow her to stay home, log on, and be with him. But every one that Mimi came up with seemed lame. All of them would only end up with a response by either of her parents that would lead to an argument, or worse, to questioning why she wanted to be left alone in her room. Mimi's room had become her sanctuary. A sexual oasis hidden in the middle of the dessert of old world conservative values that was the household she was living in. Since moving home, Mimi hadn't been able to branch out socially like she'd envisioned. She'd hoped that having been away to college for four years, her parents might look at her differently, and give her more personal freedom. But that wasn't to be. When it became apparent that that wasn't going to be the case, Mimi tried at first to just control her sexual urges. But the days became weeks, and the longer she went, the more desperate she became. Mimi was horny, and she knew if she didn't find some kind of an outlet soon, she'd snap. Mimi found that outlet late one night as she lay on her bed, silently surfing the Internet on her trusted laptop. She had started looking at porn sites, trying to find a way to spark her desires and help her release the floodgates. She had begun watching, and looking, fingering her pussy as she did. The pussy she so meticulously waxed to make sure it was smooth and bare. She loved her pussy being bald, knowing it made everything feel more sensitive. Starting as a naughty habit to get her through the rough times, soon, Mimi was on line every night. And while the orgasms she was having helped, she knew there was something missing. She still felt empty inside. Not just literally. Sure, she longed for a big cock to fuck her hard, long into the night, making her cum over and over. But the emptiness she felt wasn't really physical. While she loved looking at pictures and the occasional video of men and women having sex, Mimi was distracted by it. She loved the visual stimulus, and she got off on it. And the orgasms were good...they helped relieve the stress she'd built up. But she realized that what she was missing was the emotional connection that came from a relationship. Mimi needed to more than just watch something to help her get off. She needed to feel it, deep in her soul. ~*~*~*~*~*~ It didn't matter if she needed to leave in 20 minutes. Mimi needed to make that emotional connection, even if it was just a short. Logging on, she knew she didn't have much time. But she wanted to talk to him, if even for a second. She loved the way he made her feel, and she wanted to let him know she'd be gone for a while...but that she'd be back later. She only hoped that he could stay awake long enough to be there when she returned. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I hope he's still on line!" Mimi said to herself as she practically ran down the hallway to her room. She'd just returned from the latest family get together that wrecked havoc on her schedule, and her personal playtime. But as Mimi looked at the clock on her nightstand seconds after she'd closed and locked her door, sealing herself inside her room for the night, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her shoulders slumped, and she felt her chest getting tight. It was 10:30. It was probably too late. "Why! Why the hell does he have to live three time zones away!" ~*~*~*~*~*~ Yes, Mimi liked surfing for erotic images. But everything changed when she came across what had fast become her favorite adult website, stumbling onto it quite by accident. In fact, she really didn't remember how it popped up on her computer that first time. All she knew was that it changed her life in ways she never imagined. It was a site totally dedicated to Erotic Literature. First it was free, and that appealed to her. There were no fees, or risky sign up procedures required, and there were no pesky 'pop-ups' that would lead to other sites she had no interest in. She saw that she didn't even have to become a 'member' if she didn't want to, but she soon found herself feeling particularly naughty as she created an account, complete with a username that fit her life. She was a Twixter, and that's who she became. Another benefit of the site was that it was it appealed to her intellect. Mimi had always been a voracious reader, and the guilty pleasure she derived by combining her passion for reading with her newfound love of porn, turned her on even more. She loved the fact that there were dozens of genres and themes from which to choose. Every sexual bent seemed to be represented, save those that were so far removed from decent society that they were forbidden from the site. Most of the categories didn't appeal to Mimi, and she never bothered to search there. She loved romance, and she tended to gravitate towards stories that had a hint of that theme. They didn't have to be in the actual romance category, but they had to at least have that feel to them. Very quickly, Mimi realized that there was a distinct difference in the talent level of the authors. Almost all of them were amateurs, looking for a creative outlet to share their stories or personal fantasies. Most of the ones Mimi read were serviceable. She liked the fact that there were people in the world putting forth a great effort, trying to improve their writing skills. She admired them for having the courage to post their stories, and subject themselves to the criticism of the readers that tended to post comments about what they read. But there were some that were a complete waste of time. It was bad enough that they'd have numbers typographical errors and misused words...but they would be poorly conceived. Plot holes, or no character development made for a poor read, and when you're trying to titillate someone with tales of sex and adventure, not being able to connect with the action proved very distracting. Mimi continued to read though, trolling and searching amongst the tens of thousands of stories. And she did so, because every once in a while, she'd come across a writer that was amazingly gifted. One that made the scenery seem real, and who could make the characters come to life on the screen in front of her. Mimi had found several authors whose work she loved. They could take her to places she'd never been, and feel emotions she'd never experienced. And the sex...Mimi could FEEL the sex, like it was happening to her. She'd literally cum along with the characters as she fingered herself...and with those writers that had talent, the orgasms Mimi had were not only satisfying, they were magical. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Mimi turned on her computer, and logged on as fast her fingers would type. "Please be on, please be on, please be on!" she chanted as she waited for her Facebook page to load. Not her regular Facebook page, but the one that he suggested she create, to give them another way to keep in touch. And the way he'd been 'keeping in touch' with Mimi was nothing short of a miracle in her eyes. In reality, it was surreal...and she'd pinched herself often the first few times they had instant messaged each other though the online networking site. The last few times she'd pinched herself when she'd 'talked' to him, it was her nipples, and it was at his urging. ~*~*~*~*~*~ The story she'd found on the website moved Mimi. It spoke to her, in ways she couldn't explain. It was a story...but it was more like a novel. Chapter after chapter, there for her to read...or, more accurately they were there for her to explore, and immerse herself in. Mimi had found a story she connected with so deeply, she was hooked on it. She seemed to hang on every word, and feel every scene, seeing them in her mind like a movie. She would read, slowly rubbing her pussy as she followed the detailed, layered plotline. When she'd come to a sex scene, she'd feel her heartbeat quicken with anticipation, her fingers honing in on her clit. Mimi found herself having to stop reading, so worked up that she had to cum before she could continue. She became so attached to the leading male in the story, that he became her lover in her mind...and she tried to imagine it was her instead of the heroine in the story that was on the receiving end of his wonderful cock. It was after one such moment, after reading the latest chapter of the series, that Mimi had a burst of courage. She'd toyed with the idea several times before, but she always talked herself out of it. But this time, as she basked in the glow of one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had in her life, she knew she couldn't hold in her emotions any longer. She needed to thank him, and let him know how she felt. And the him was the Author of the story. Taking advantage of the quick link provided on the website, Mimi placed her curser over the Author's username next to the title of the story she'd just read. Tapping her laptop, she moved to another page; the profile page for the person that wrote the stories. Mimi had already marked him as one of her favorite authors on her own profile page. She'd even commented on several of chapters, albeit anonymously. And she made sure she voted for all of them. But now, she was going a step further. She moved her curser again, hitting a tab that said 'contact'. Clicking on it confidently, Mimi looked it over, making sure she knew how it worked before she started. It was pretty user friendly, like every other part of the website, and in just a couple of minutes, she was looking over the private email she'd crafted. 'I love your stories. I find myself searching for new chapters. Thank you for the countless orgasms your stories have blessed me with. Please share more about yourself. Twixter' At the last second, she added the option to allow her email address to be visible by the recipient, whoever it might be. Before she could change her mind, Mimi hit the send button. Her heart pounded, thinking about the short and very blunt message she'd sent. "I can't believe I just did that," she said under her breath, thinking about the line where she admitted to having countless orgasms. That was so out of character for her, but she wanted to let the Author know that there were people in the world that not only were reading his work...they were masturbating because of it. Mimi was so worked up about just sending the email, she had to frig her pussy again, bringing herself another orgasm. It was less intense, but satisfying enough that she drifted off to a peaceful sleep moments later. The next day, Mimi logged on to her computer. She was going to go to the website and look to see if there was another chapter posted, but first, she went to her email account. It was a habit, wanting to make sure she was connected to her friends, and she monitored her email rigorously, checking it several times a day. "HOLY SHIT!" Mimi squealed. She immediately covered her mouth, too late to stop the curse word from leaving her lips. She waited in a panic, hoping that no one in the house heard her. Looking back at the computer screen as she sat on her bed, Mimi nervously looked at her inbox, checking over the emails she'd received. There were several. But there was one that startled her. She could feel her heart in her throat, and instantly she felt the wetness between her legs that both excited her and scared her at the same time. It was a return email, from the Author she'd sent her message to. Clicking it open, Mimi read the words, more carefully than those in any of the stories he'd written; the very same stories that had turned her on for weeks, providing her with numerous fantasies and the orgasms to go along with them. "Oh my God," Mimi said as she read the long, detailed message, thanking her for responding. The Author was thrilled that she'd written him, and he thanked her for her kind words. But he also inquired what she'd meant by 'Please share more about yourself'. His response was a playful, "You first." "Is he serious?" Mimi thought, looking at the screen. Then she giggled when she saw his postscript, saying she was welcome for the orgasms. Reading over the message for the third time, Mimi noticed for the first time that the email address he'd used was real, not a generic one through the website. "Of course...it had to be," she thought, thinking of how she'd sent her message to him with her address. Before she had time to consider the ramifications, she was crafting a response, telling him a little about herself. It was vague information, but enough that she was titillated by the thought. Her hand made her way to her pussy, feeling the dampness through her clothes. "Oh...fuck...I need a cock!" she said. And the first one she thought of was the character of the story she'd been reading. "Neil...I need you," she said softly as her hand cupped her pussy. ~*~*~*~*~*~ 'Neil' was the main character of the story Mimi had fallen in love with. Well, perhaps she just lusted after him. He was everything she wanted in a man. Strong, athletic, funny, adventurous, honest...all of the things she hoped to find someday when she met the man of her dreams. Actually, Neil was the man of her dreams...erotic dreams. And that was because the other characteristics she loved about him, besides the charm she read into the character, was his rugged good looks, his passionate approach to life...and of course, his thick 7 inch cock. Mimi went to bed night after night dreaming of that cock, wanting him to love her and fuck her with it. She thought of how it would feel to inside her, ramming her pussy deep and hard until she came. She wondered what it would feel like to suck it, feeling it pulse in her mouth as she swallowed his cum. She wondered what his cum would taste like, or feel like on her face after he exploded. Mimi even wondered what it would be like to let Neil fuck her ass, something the story explored, but an area Mimi had yet to try. She wondered if she'd have the courage to try it. With a lover like Neil, she thought she could. Mimi: A Bedtime Story And so, whenever Mimi was reading the story, or had any kind of fantasy, she thought of Neil. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "Can I call you Neil?" Mimi typed quickly, standing now as she was ready to turn off her computer. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for a response. Staring at the screen as she stood beside her bed, her hand was on her crotch, and she felt her heart beating faster. It was yet another instance where she felt nervous anticipation. It seemed to be happening to her all the time now, ever since Mimi started a regular email correspondence with the Author. Regular, in that each of them were sending messages back and forth several times a week. At first, it was just friendly, normal conversation. That is, if there's such a thing as normal when the entire premise that started the cyber friendship evolved around a very erotic story on what was categorized as a literature porn site. But Mimi considered him a real friend. And from everything she could tell, HE considered her one too. In fact, he was the one that first said something about loving the fact that they were now cyber friends. Her new friend had told her things about himself. Things he didn't HAVE to tell her. Sure, he could have been telling tales, lying to play with her emotions. But Mimi had a feeling, deep inside her, that told her he wasn't. She couldn't explain it, other than he seemed to answer questions she had before she asked them. And that made her feel that he was not only honest, he was ridiculously sincere. They built up a trust. It seemed odd for Mimi to even think that, and she laughed once when she read a message where he'd said he trusted her. But then she wondered why she laughed. Was it so strange that two people could have a connection, and not actually meet each other...or talk on the phone? Was it out of the question that they could really, truly be friends, even though they didn't know each other's real names, or that they lived thousands of miles from each other? Mimi rationalized that she had nothing to fear, other than her own insecurities. And her first step in trying to overcome some of them was to share. And she did. She told him things she'd never told anyone. Personal things, like about how his story affected her, and how she masturbated thinking of 'Neil'. She told him about her background, and the more she shared, the more he shared in return. Before long, Mimi realized that the friendship had evolved rather quickly, and that they respected each other. At that point, Mimi relaxed, and let more of her personality show. She flirted back, and in many instances, she became the aggressor. The informal emails had turned more erotic, like the very story they discussed at length. At first, it was just simple flirting. But then the tone changed quickly, becoming heated and overtly sexual. She was surprised again, when she'd lamented in one of her emails that she wished they could talk instead of having to email. She knew it was something that would never happen, but his response took her off guard. He sent her another long email, addressing her last one. Their messages had gone from simple paragraphs early on, to full blown letters that seemed to go on forever. And at the end of his latest, he asked if she 'Facebooked'. He told her he had two accounts, one for his real life, and one he'd set up as a lark to connect with some of his readers. He sent her what she needed to find it, and he told her that if she wanted, she could set up her own special account. That way, they could hopefully connect together more often, including using the instant messaging option. Mimi was thrilled. "I can actually have a real conversation with him," she thought. It would be as close to 'talking' as they could get, but it would be so much better than just emailing each other. Knowing how the system worked from her experience using her own real account, Mimi quickly went on line and created a second one. Then she went searching for him, but couldn't find his. She tried, and tried, but somehow, it wasn't coming up. Frustrated, she sent an email back, telling him her account was set up, and she gave him the name...one that was singular and unique. The next day, they were connected. He'd corrected the error in his personal settings, and they were suddenly Facebook friends...in a way that the developers of the site never would have imagined. And almost from the instant they started instant messaging each other, everything that Mimi had been worried about when she wondered if this was a step too far, disappeared in the joy of being with him in the moment. He was just as personable and genuine as she'd imagined. She loved his sense of humor, and she became wet when he flirted with her. It was like she was talking to 'Neil', and that was something she mentioned. He said he found it cute and endearing. ~*~*~*~*~*~ In that brief time between when Mimi had come home from work, and before she had to leave with her parents, she'd logged on to her Facebook account. And he was on, waiting for her. She was practically giddy, bouncing up and down on her bed excitedly as she typed 'Hi Sexy' and hit the enter button on her keyboard. He responded immediately, sounding excited as he said hello back, using her screen name. They started talking, picking up where they'd left off the last time they'd chatted. It was like they'd never stopped. They talked about things the story, and about each other. Suddenly, Mimi realized she was flirting...big time, and the tone of the 'talk' between them changed. Mimi asked him a question about his cock, wondering whether it was like the one 'Neil' wielded in the story. She couldn't believe she'd had the nerve to ask him. He laughed. Well...he typed 'LOL', and told her that indeed, it was. She believed him, feeling his honesty coming through cyberspace, connecting her to him. She laughed when he asked her about her pussy. She should have been shocked, but then again, she had no right to be after what she'd just asked. Instead, Mimi was so turned on, she quickly typed that it was bare and smooth. When he asked if she shaved, she responded by telling him that she waxed. In seconds, they'd gone from flirting, to something a lot more personal. He asked if she really did like to have her nipples pinched, or was she always just saying that. She told him yes, she loved it, and the next thing she knew he was asking her to do it. Mimi pinched her nipples through her dress. She could feel her pussy getting wet, her panties soaked as he sent comments to her from across the country. She pictured Neil in her mind, and she told him so. And she told him she was close to having to take her clothes off and making herself cum. She said it in a kidding way, but she wasn't surprised when he responded that he'd love to help her. Just then, there was the knock on her door, telling her it was time to leave. She needed to go to with her parents...to be with family. "AGGHHH!" she screamed inside her head. "I'll be just a minute," was what came out of her mouth in a quiet, polite voice. "I've got to go," she typed angrily. "Really?" he typed back. "Yeah...I don't want to. I have to go somewhere with my family." "I understand. Family's important." "I'd rather stay...I need to cum more than I need to see family," Mimi wrote. The desperate bluntness of her comment made her look selfish, but she didn't care. He was making her so horny, so he ought to know. He had a right to know. She WANTED him to know. "Sorry to hear that. I'd love to help you," he responded. "I WISH." "Really...what can I do?" "Nothing now...I've got to go." "I'll wait up for you." "Ha...I'll be late...not even sure what time I'll be home." "Well, I'll wait up as long as I can. I usually go to bed late." "How late?" "Between 11 and12. But I can try to stay up later." "I still don't think I'll be home before 10. That's 1 your time." "Yeah..LOL. That's pretty late. I'll try though. I think I can make it to 1 for you!" "If you can't stay up, maybe you could write me a couple of sentences in an email to help me get off." "Okay...I can do that," he said. And with that, he logged off. Right as Mimi asked him if she could call him Neil. She didn't get an answer, but it didn't matter. She was still upset that she had to leave, and dripping wet at that. She didn't even have time to change her panties. Suffering, she logged off and headed out of her room, off to be with her family. ~*~*~*~*~*~ In truth, Mimi had a better time than she'd thought she would have, under the circumstances. But on the ride home, her thoughts had returned to her computer. When she had looked at the clock on the dashboard of her parent's car from the backseat, a sense of desperation came over her. That feeling was tenfold when she finally got home and waited for her Facebook page to boot up. Once it had, she was dejected as she looked at the little zero in the bottom right hand corner, telling her that she had no friends online at the time. Since he was the only 'friend' she had on that account, she knew she had gotten home too late to be 'with' him when she finally gave herself the orgasm she'd longed for all day. Sighing to herself, Mimi fought back the emotional letdown of the moment. It wasn't his fault he lived so far away. And it wasn't his fault she had to leave earlier. It wasn't either of their faults. It was the nature of their friendship, and it was what it was, both good and bad. This time, it landed on the 'bad' side, but she knew there would likely be a lot more good times ahead. But with that said, she still needed to cum. Mimi started to log on to her favorite website, telling herself that she'd find a good story to get her through the night. But out of habit, she logged onto her email first, not even realizing it. Of course she had some. She almost always did. But her eyes lit up when she saw that one of them was from him. "Oh my God!" Mimi said quietly, remembering she'd asked him to write her something to help her cum. She quickly stripped off her dress, getting naked. She didn't want to have to waste a second dealing with that. He had promised to write her a sentence or two that would help her with her orgasm, and she didn't want to waste any of that short time getting undressed. Feeling her pussy briefly, she was once again soaked. Taking her left hand, she placed the curser over his email, clicking to open it. "Wow!" Mimi said, realizing that it was more than just a little blurb to urge her on. She looked again at the top of the email, her eyes widening as she read it again. She hadn't paid attention to the subject line before. It said, "Time to Get Off – A Short Erotic Bedtime Story for My Twixter." "He wrote me a whole story?" Mimi said in a hushed voice, her spine tingling as she felt her pussy become even more moist. Her right hand rested on her thigh as she fought the temptation to begin fingering herself. Somehow, she knew she needed to wait to see what the he had in store for her. Taking a deep breath, Mimi started reading. ~*~*~*~*~*~ You've had a long, stressful day Twixter. You need to sleep, but you can't...the day's events weighing on you as you lie awake, naked on top of the sheets like you love to sleep. Yet you're staring at the ceiling, your muscles in knots as you fight with yourself over control of your overactive imagination. You can feel the tension in your chest, your heart beating as you try to think of a way to make yourself slip into the slumber you so desperately need. Then you think of your chest, and you realize that's there's only one sure way to make yourself relax. You need to get off. And you need Neil to help you. You're hands move to your tits, cupping them; thinking of Neil's strong hands. In your mind, it's Neil that's squeezing them, and you can feel the dampness between your thighs begin. Your fingers become Neil's, and he's moving them, heading for your nipples, ready to give them that sweet torture you need. First Neil twists them to your delight; the stinging sensation ripping through your body as a prelude to what he has in store for you. Just as quickly, you can feel him pull first your left nipple, making it stretch out lewdly from your body. It feels like he wants to rip the hard bud off, but just as you're about to scream out, he stops, and takes it in his mouth, kissing it...licking it. Making it all better. He does the same to your right nipple, and you smile, knowing that the pain you feel in your chest now is the kind you need. And love. Yes...it's painful. But the Amazon that's starting to flow from your sweet pussy tells the true story...you love him manhandling your breasts. Taking them and making them his. You long for the day that he uses them, flopping his hard, thick cock between them; squeezing the tender mounds around his rock hard shaft, fucking them. You want him to fuck them, use them, letting him cum on your face when he explodes. You want to please him in any way you can. But you know tonight is not that night. Tonight, you're Neil's plaything. It's not about his pleasure. It's all about yours, and he's going to make you cum. Hard. You feel his finger and thumb squeeze that right nipple, the pain both excruciating, and exquisite. You wonder how he can know exactly when to squeeze harder, and know the perfect time to stop, like he's inside your head somehow. And that thought hits you...because you want him inside you. You want to feel him fucking you with that big, hard cock. You want to feel your pussy stretched wide as he pounds you. You're body reacts to that thought, and you catch your breath, thinking about how incredible that would feel. Just as that thought crosses your mind, you can feel his hand, touching your stomach, making a trail down towards your pubic mound, feeling the bare flesh. You suck in your breath as he ever so lightly traipses his fingertips across your skin. And then you feel him touching your inner thigh, and in seconds, you find your legs spreading wider, wanting to give yourself to him. His fingers touch your labia, feeling your wetness. He smiles, knowing that you've become wet because of him. And he sighs as he takes in the sweet scent of you're pussy...the scent of a woman aroused. He's dreamed of that moment, and he can't believe how lucky he is to have such a beautiful, sexy woman offering herself to him. He knows she's giving the most personal thing she can, and he cherishes the moment. He cherishes his Twixter. You feel his fingers run through the folds of your pussy, spreading your perfect lips. It feels like his fingers are huge, and for a second, you wonder if it's his cock instead. Neil avoids your clit, and it makes you insane with lust. You're desperate to have it touched, and he knows it...just like him to draw out the pleasure. You feel his finger, dipping into your cunt. Slowly, he inserts that long middle finger, first to one knuckle...and then a second. Then it bottoms out, and you know he's all the way inside you. And you know as good as that feels, he has more in store. And you dream of his fat cock, knowing that it would only be half way inside you. You're thinking happy thoughts, and Neil stuns you by ramming his hand back and forth. He's fucking you with his hand, and it feels better than you ever imagined it could. He slips in a second finger, and then an third, jamming them into your pussy. You can hear the wet, sloppy sounds...and you can hear him breathing. Your heart is pounding inside your chest...the same chest that ached when you first lied down naked on your bed, wondering how you were going to ever get to sleep. Now, you just want to cum. Sleep no longer matters...only your building orgasm is on your mind. Neil pinches your nipple again, yanking on it. The pain goes straight to your cunt, an electrical jolt going from your nipple to your clit, like they're somehow attached. You can feel it. You're so close...you want to cum. But you're not selfish...you're not cumming for yourself anymore. You look up at Neil, his powerful, naked chest rippling as he uses his arm to move his hand. You lock onto his piercing blues eyes, and you know you're about to cum for him. That's what he wants....he wants you to cum for him. And he makes you cum. He stops fucking you with his fingers, and takes them, placing them directly on your clit. Rubbing that hard bud as fast as he can, he leans down and whispers into your ear. "Cum for me Twixter...show me how beautiful you are when you cum for a man!" Neil kisses you, and you cum. Hard. Covering his hand...soaking the sheets on the mattress. Your eyes roll back into your head and you fight to hold in the screams. Your body trembles; legs shaking uncontrollably as your climax hits you. You want to let the world know that you're cumming for Neil...but you can't. And he smiles again, knowing that. He loves that. He loves that you want to tell the world. But he also loves that it's a moment for just the two of you to share alone. As your orgasm starts to subside, Neil leans down and kisses you again. You can feel his tender lips pressing against yours, and you sigh as your tits rise with your rapid breath, brushing against his muscled chest. Breaking off the kiss, he whispers into her ear again. "Sweet dreams, Twixter. I can't wait to talk to you in the morning. By the way...you can call me Neil. What can I call you?" ~*~*~*~*~*~ Mimi was panting, having fallen back on her mattress as her body went limp. Her sheets were indeed soaked, along with her silky smooth thighs as her fingers continued to press into the folds of her sensitive cunt. Her eyes closed, as her body felt the aftershocks from one of the most explosive orgasms of her life. A soft contented smile crossed her face. Even though it was a whisper, spoken from thousands of miles away, she knew her words fell upon his ears. "Call me Mimi, Neil."