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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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I Alone FIRST PLACE FOR
You thought that I couldn’t live without you, that I’d sit around depressed waiting forever for your return, the sexual appetite you awakened, brought back to life would die without your touch, remembering those powerful hands that played me like a musical instrument. You thought wrong. For there is something you don’t know, something I kept hidden away, knowing how much you hated the thought of anyone, me included pleasuring myself.
But here I sit, in the leather recliner leaning all the way back, naked as the day I was born and doing just that. I have spent hours learning what my body needs, what it craves, and what makes me feel like a sensual, sexy woman.
A gentle finger traces my collarbone from my shoulder inward as my eyes close and I let all thoughts of you go, concentrating on this experience. Gliding down the valley between my breasts, a smile curves my lips because my eager nipples begin to pebble without the slightest touch, yearning for my fingers to tease and bring them satisfaction. Circling the areola with exquisite slowness, I feel warmth begin to creep through my body, my nipple begging for attention. Moving there, I tug the button, then roll it between my finger and thumb, feeling it harden as my other hand cups the neglected breast and squeezes.
A ragged sigh escapes when I pinch the nub, then twist, loving the pleasureful feeling washing over me as heat pools at the apex of my thighs. Listening to my body, I run my hand down my stomach and reach the dark curls, sucking in a quick breath. My fingers trace the “V” shaped outline of the pubis, sliding lower until the teasing is more than I can bear. The compulsion to reach that powerful peak consumes me, my body taking complete control.
One finger outlines the slit, gliding up and down and turns my body ablaze as my thighs part granting easier access. My breathing begins to quicken, excitement taking over. Spreading the labia, two digits circle the clitoris, preparing it for what’s to come before delving into the moistness. Heat wraps around my fingers as they plunge in and out of my core, driving me closer to the edge. Sinking deeper into the chair, one leg propped over the arm, I raise my pelvis closer to the hand that stokes the fires within.
Withdrawing the cream covered digits, I skim the swollen lips moving higher to the sweet spot where they long to be, pausing for a moment to feel the hunger racing through my sensitized body. My nipples tingle as I graze the hardened nub, just a slight tease, once, then twice, and a third time gasping and pushing higher for that release I am longing for. Picking up the pace, I catapult myself closer to the edge of climax, thrusting my hips forward with every few strokes.
My free hand returns to my breast, kneading, squeezing, and driving me further towards what I seek. Popping a finger into my mouth, I get it nice and wet, then return it to the awaiting nipple, letting the cool air turn it rock hard. Delighting in this playfulness, I move my free hand to my mouth, taste the juice that lingers, my abandoned clit throbbing and begging for my touch.
I can feel my body at the precipice, so close that I can almost taste it, just needing a little more assistance. Savoring the flavor, soaking my fingers, I return them to the pleasure spot, the slickness and quick pace turning my body into a tight coil. I'm there, right where I love to be, in total control and ready to experience another thigh-shaking climax as I let go completely. Grasping the arm of the leather, thrusting my bottom upward, the orgasm takes over.
Riding the euphoric waves of ecstasy, I continue to stroke my throbbing love button, not ready to end this encounter. My body is on fire, still reaching for more as I shudder, my knee shaking while I sink back into the chair, the raspy groans echoing in the room.
A sudden laugh escapes my parted mouth.
Do I need you? I think not!
WC:701
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