Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
My hand wraps around the toys I use. After trying out several through the years, I have it narrowed down to my favorites. A textured glass dildo and Shibari that plugs into the wall. The rest of my drawer is filled to the brim with toys that require batteries or need to be recharged. Talk about a buzz kill when you’re mid-orgasm. I don’t bother with any lubricant, I’m already wet from listening to Jude, never mind thinking about all the heated kisses he’s given me along with feeling his thick and heavy length pressed against my lower stomach.
I’m a ball of desire. My breasts are heavy, aching with need to have Jude’s hands and mouth on them, and since he’s not here I have to settle with my own. I grab the glass dildo, the rings around the length and thick-shaped tip are a work of art. The toy is cold to my otherwise heated skin. It’d be jarring to most, but it isn’t to me. Instead, it blossoms like a fire erupting in a desolate area. It takes ahold, cooling me down like water to a flame. I drag the tip around my nipple. “Oh,” I moan. My nipple tightens, impatience licks at my skin, and I quickly move it to the other one. This morning is not about the build-up, it’s about being hot, fast, and dirty.
I bring up an elicit fantasy, one with none other than Jude. He’s here with me, sitting between my spread legs. The feel of the hair on his legs brushing along mine doubles my sensation. His nostrils are flaring in a way I can tell he’s scenting the air riddled with my desire. His molten eyes are going from my face to my breasts to my wet center, unable to choose a place to look, and his breathing is labored, exactly like mine.
Jude grips my thigh tightly enough to leave fingerprints but not enough to leave bruises. Visualizing him losing his tightly-coiled control is going to be amazing to watch take hold in person, but for now, it’ll be in my dreams. I move the toy along the length of my torso, not stopping until it’s lying on top of pubic mound, imagining Jude’s dick doing similar. “Fuck.” I look down, realizing the dildo I’m using is no way as long or thick as his. It’s a heck of a lot smaller and in turn could mean Jude will have to work his way inside me slowly, or I’m going to be tender, as in walking-funny-the-next-day kind of tender. A flutter of sensations races across my body. I want the experience more than ever. The cold glass slides along my clit. The light patch of hair I keep short and trimmed above the lips of my pussy surrounds it. My eyes close when I press the tip inside my center, my thighs quiver, my feet nearly slip from their stance on the mattress, and I’m already sucking greedily at the toy. At this rate, I may not even need my wand.
My wetness allows the dildo to slip inside me, feeling each delicious inch, the grooves hitting me in a way my breathing ramps up in speed.
“Jude,” I moan, moving the toy in and out of my wet depths. It’s as if he’s here with me and it’s his cock doing what I am to myself. Except I’d feel a delicious burn, yearn for more, and goad him to go harder and faster. He’d lose it, slamming his hips so hard, my body would move along the mattress. All six foot three inches of him would hover above me. We’d be slick with sweat, his hair drenched as he attempts to hold back, to work us both up yet keep us on the edge.
“So close.” I reach for my wand. I’m more than ready for more. Next time, I’m going to pull out my other toy, the one that helps work my ass, especially since Jude has an affection for it and I’ve yet to have sex back there, unless it was of the manmade variety. The minute I hit the power button, the buzzing reverberates through the room. I press it against my clit, and my hand is off the toy inside me. The way my pussy is clenching around it, I won’t need to grip it steady. I’m able to use one hand on the Shibari wand, holding it firmly on my clit, while the other can go back to my nipple.
I go back to my fantasy, the one where Jude grinds his pelvis on my clit, swiveling his hips in a counter-clockwise motion before reversing. My body tightens, and the edge of darkness attempts to take over, pulling me into my orgasm faster than I initially wanted. I’m back to hoping for more time, more fantasies, and definitely coming a second time. Except Jude slips out, only leaving the tip of his cock before pounding into me. He does this over and over until I’m gasping. My body is shuddering, my eyes are screwed tightly shut, I can feel pinpricks on my skin, and through it all, he still doesn’t let himself go. Jude slows down, fucking me through my orgasm, and since I barely got my hand on my breast, I move it back down my body.