It's been a while since you've had a man's touch, a man's affections… that filled feeling when a penis stretches you open and pushes deep within you. Your mind wanders several times a day to your own private fantasy world. Your pussy lips swell, your nipples harden and the juices run from your hole down the crack of your ass. All it would take is a few touches of your own fingers, circling your burning clit to cause your breaths to shorten and your muscles to tense as your orgasmic ride begins. Your orgasm leaves your face flushed and the insides of your thighs wet and sticky. It all happens too fast and is over before you're ready for it to end.
I know you are reading my words right now wondering if this will turn into another one of your standard fantasies. But it won't. I am not a man, but a woman… of average height, but with phenomenal curves. My long hair drapes over my shoulders, covering the tips of my nipples as I stand before you wearing nothing at all.
As you sit at your computer, in your chair, I move behind you. I turn you around to face me. Your eyes begin at my feet and make their way up over my curves. My fingers slide beneath your chin, tilting your head; I stare deep into your eyes. "Hello Libby." My fingers stroke the side of your cheek as my voice seems to be more distant than my touches.
"Who are you?" Your eyes slowly dart around as your body has yet to determine whether to tremble in fear or arousal.
"You were expecting a man in your fantasy today, weren't you Libby? But you really aren't being properly satisfied with your cock fantasies, are you?" I drop to my knees in front of your chair and reach forward toward your breasts. My fingers tug at both of your nipples, pinching firmly for a few seconds.
"No." Your voice is meek but your words come without a thought. Your breath is shortened already with just one touch to your nipples. You wonder who I am, but the details don't matter so long as your touches continue.
I press your thighs apart and feel your body beginning to submit to me, a total stranger, a female stranger. My own nipples press against your knees when I lean to smell your fur. I can smell your anxiousness. I pinch your nipples once more, tugging them harder this time and pulling them away from your breasts. Your back arches in your chair as you attempt to squeeze your thighs together instinctively. Your knees instead wrap around the sides of my breasts. My hand balls in a fist and wedges between your clenched thighs, until it's resting against your panty-clad mound. I slowly begin moving my wrist in an up and down motion, kneading your pussy lips with my knuckles. It's a sensation you've never felt.
I turn my wrist upwards and continue this motion, extending my middle finger into the folds of your slit. My thumb unfolds from the fist and strokes your clit in small circles with each movement of my wrist. As my finger pushes deep inside of you, the upward bend of it finds that deep spot within that makes your body tense and deep throaty moans escape your lips. As I watch you cum over my finger and thumb I pull my fingers from your thighs. Your eyes are closed and your body's nearly limp as you've forgotten the fact that I am a woman – a woman who will not let you stop now.