Sometimes without clear and concise thought, there is the action of pleasurable chaos, and for those who are seeking it without knowing, they shall find. The other night started just as any other night in my life...I woke up, I showered...masturbated while in the shower. I had always enjoyed the showerhead...with its many settings and water pressure choices, however it had gotten boring. I seemed to find that getting off just wasn't happening as quickly or as often. Sure I could close my eyes and think of sitting on a mans face until he couldn't breathe and then moving enough to let him catch his breath, and then sitting on his face again while he worked his delicious mouth over my deprived pussy, until I came so hard I was dripping wet without the water.
I could think of the many times it turned me on to be teased by a man with his cock, being tied up and unable to move...hands holding my hips down, while he slid his cock into me...sinking in deep...with short, slow thrusts...making my beg with my eyes for more as I could not speak with the gag in my mouth.
I often thought of riding a stiff hard cock, and gyrating my hips in a circular motion, reverse cowgirl, as deep as I could get...my hair falling over his chest, my head thrown back and body arched. His hands holding my own, distracting him from my bouncing tits, nipples hardened in the cool air. All the while some kind of dark and sexy song is playing in the background of my mind.
But these fantasies were becoming not enough; I needed something tangible...something I could touch. Someone I could touch, who would be a little rough and unafraid to break me, who would give me the darker side of what I had been craving...the fuck of my life. The one I would forever try and replicate or bring to another level. It got me wet just thinking about it. I would squirm in my chair at work thinking about it some days. I felt so dirty, and I liked the feeling. It made me feel powerful.
While putting my clothes on I let my hands trail slowly over my body, caressing each supple breast...rolling my nipples between my fingers, while little sparks of electricity shoot through my sensitive skin from my toes to my pussy and back up my body again.
I caress my neck with light feathery fingers, and then harder I grip the illusion of another's hands on my body entices a fluttery reaction in the pit of my stomach, as it pools deeper, a white hot sensation, that feeling of swimming in my own unadulterated lust. How I wish something exciting would happen, something taboo and deep.
Before I know it I am on my bed shredding my own clothes off with abandon, imagining that your hands were moving all over my body, not tender but hard and needing, demanding. So lost in my own thoughts my own imagination I do not hear the creak of the wood on the floor, or the rustling of the curtains at the window I've left open.
My hands roam freely over my breasts and between the lips of my pussy, rubbing at the pulse I feel in my clit, squeezing my breasts my breathing erratic, within the erotic thoughts I cannot seen to rid myself of, and before I feel your presence, you straddle my hips, catching my hands up in one of your own large strong and powerful ones. I briefly wonder if I have manifested you from my own thoughts, eyes as dark as rain clouds, lips that crash down on my own, biting not playfully and not cruelly either. Rain soaked and wet from climbing up the fire escape stairs, droplets drip down my skin leaving trails of delicious goose bumps in their wake. I am scared, excited and more turned on than I thought I could be.
Your other hand moves between my neck and breasts...down to my right hip, and between your legs that straddle me, and your hand replaces where mine had been...I start to quiver, weather you realize it or not it is purely anticipation, my fear has been thrown out the window and all I can think of the many ways you can take advantage of my body.
