It never occurred to me that lack of sex would play tricks with your mind. I thought it was the epitome of self sacrifice to go without for long stretches of time, showing that you are the master of your libido, the ruler of the temple that belongs exclusively to you.
Yeah, that sounds good.
I was dealing with this dilemma one night after a shitty day at work. I'd walked in my door to see that my answering machine was blowing up with messages from loved ones and friends with issues of varying degrees. Wanting to borrow money, for me to watch children, a ride somewhere or needing advice about no good men who have been no good since day one.
Not tonight. Fuck it.
I decide for once, I'll relax, not talk to anyone this evening, take a shower and climb in bed with a good movie. And before I drift off, maybe my vibrator...
Dammit, it's becoming my best friend...
No heartache though. Not like the last man I'd let replace it. Not a chance...
I move through my tiny apartment, with the big, romantic floor-to-ceiling windows, and undress as I go toward the bathroom. I'm down to my thong by the time I get there, and easily slide out of them as I climb into the shower.
Turn on the water.
I escape to the jet of the spray, my body releasing anxiety that had built over the day, over time.
"What I wouldn't give for a good cock and a tongue." I laugh to myself as I allow the water to consume me.
"Beauty, you are so fucking sexy, wonderful..."
I didn't say that.
Maybe my weariness has taken a turn to delusion, as I surely know I am alone.
Figures.
My illusion is a verbal mirage that doesn't even have the decency to turn visual...
I continue under the spray and moan the pleasure of the release of the day, the tiny fingers of water pounding flesh and spirit.
"Whatever," I say to myself, "no good cock for miles around anyway." The day falls away as I enjoy the renewal of myself underwater...
"I know you want me to make you scream. You are so beautiful..."
I know I didn't say that shit...
All at once, I'm surrounded by flesh, hard and gentle all at the same time, fingertips reaching around my body to caress and pinch my nipples, fondle my breasts, lingering lower...
Why am I not afraid...
I feel vulnerable and excited. Apprehensive, but very safe. I allow my body to relax.
I couldn't possibly be living this well.
I melt instantly, losing myself in this stranger's touch. He is kissing my neck and gently fisting my hair, telling me all the fabulous, nasty things he wants to do to me.
"I want you..."
His hands are strong and capable, not allowing me to move any more than necessary. he moves my hands as I try to join him at the area of my cunt.
"Let me," he whispers in my ear...
My captor provokes the moment by grabbing my pussy and pressing me and it so I can feel the beginning of his hardness against my ass. His finger touches my clit, stroking it, He is in my ear, letting me know he wants to lick and bite it until I cum all over his face...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
I have to see his face. I release myself to turn and he bites into my neck, first gently, then a little harder...
"Not yet, Baby..."
I allow myself to remain his captive, enjoying his manipulation of my clit and my mind.
"Tell me what you want me to do," I drag out, by this time I can only breathe the words. My body starts to engage him, moving through the water to reach his hands and my ecstasy...
"Just enjoy, love"
"You can cum, but you're nowhere close to being finished..."