A Moment Captured

Gustave Courbet, Woman with a Parrot, 1866, 129x97 cm, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

My goodness I am feeling naughty! Sometimes my fantasies are just as fulfilling as the real thing.

Sitting here at my desk, my legs are spread open; one foot on the desk and the other on my window sill. I have taken off my pink lace thong. Not only was it in the way, but it was wet from my rampant fantasies from the past couple of hours. As I think about this man’s voice and blue eyes and the silver reflective quality of his perfectly pressed shirt perfectly tucked into his pants and how it complimented his skin and hair so well, my clitoris swells and my hands tingle. His skin looks soft and his beautiful hands were well manicured and clean. Oh, to only be inches closer to feel them.

Right now I am looking out down at the street from my window and my fingers have found their way to my soft wet labia. My breath is changing as my body relaxes into the chair. It is difficult to keep up with the typing as I attempt to transcribe the details of my masturbation and dire need for an orgasm while simultaneously documenting it for you, the reader.

With my eyes closed I press firmly on my clit as I move it side to side, stimulating all of the nerve endings. My pussy craves his cock. I do not want to penetrate myself just yet though. The thought of wanting him to touch me, to fuck me, to devour me is too much of a turn on to just go straight into the hard penetration. It is an easy task to remain in a suspended state of excitement just thinking about the numerous ways we could please each other.

I need it now though. My standard toys are here at my side. I have become quite the expert on bringing on convulsive and multiple orgasms for myself. It is a special combination of toys and rhythm that bring me to a climax as I imagine my would-be lover’s body becoming rigid as he furiously cums, pushing deeper into me to receive the full extent of his possible orgasmic satisfaction.

As I write this I am getting closer to cumming; however I will not be able to finish the deal and write at the same time. My skin is soft, hot and moist. The cold air blowing in through the window pricks my skin and hardens my nipples, making it all the more difficult to not just ride my toys and abuse them into submission making me cum.

My moans are louder and I really cannot type now…

Oh...dear...g.............

Hehehehehehe! Life is good!