I want to tell you about my phone sex fantasy. My hand searches through a drawer and my fingers brush something cool and smooth. I freeze, only my fingertips caressing the glass. It isn’t enough, my heart knows this, and it seems so wrong that the shaft beneath my fingers is called a toy. Something to ease my body for now while I can’t be with you. I fall back on the carpet and yank at the fastenings of my jeans, a slight smile touching my lips as I echo your frustrations with these same buttons that are all that hold my body imprisoned. My legs part as they are freed from the constriction of my pants. One hand slips down to the junction of my thighs and I sob softly, wishing for your capable touch to explore my body.
I flinch away from my own touch, surprised at the slippery fluid that coats my labia and trickles down my thighs. My right hand still grasps the shaft of glass and as it warms slowly, my mind still fighting what my body so craves – to open myself to you, to be penetrated, to draw you inside but unfortunately, I am alone. There is nothing I can do now but take the substitute and hope you will forgive my weakness. My tongue caresses the head of the shaft of glass – tasteless, inhuman; nothing like the pulsing warmth I know when I taste you. My eyes close and I guide my the glass to the entrance of my body, pressing the carved head against the source of the fluid that coats even my thighs now. I cannot wait and force it inside, crying out softly as it enters. My body goes rigid, my head pressed tight to the floor, all but frozen as my back arches up, feeling nothing but the head inside my pussy. All of my existence narrows to that hardness inside me.
Another slow deep breath and I push the dildo in a bit further, exploring my secrets with its unyielding head. My hips rock forward now, pressing the ridge of the dildo against the sensitive spot inside me – how is it that your cock can find it so easily and now I have to search to find it on my own? You know my body better than I know myself. I clench my teeth, not even needing to breathe as my body rocks closer to ecstasy.
My need for air is less important than my need to orgasm now; I am too close to stop. Every nerve is on fire, and my heart is about to burst through my chest as I scream – I can not form words, it is only a formless sound as the world dissolves around me and colors explode behind my closed eyelids. It is almost pain as my pussy clenches in orgasm while my hands claw at the floor, at the air, my nails digging into the skin of my palms. Desperate for you, for your touch, I must live with the simple orgasm I have given myself. For now.
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