peak. The fabric of my nightshirt was soft and increased the pleasure I felt. I repeated the action several times, trying to fight the urge to simply plunge my hand between my legs and get myself off.
Eric wouldn’t do that. Oh no, he’d tease me, draw things out until I was begging him to let me come. I don’t know how I knew that about him, but I did. He’d be purposeful with his caresses. Keeping that in mind, I slowly slid my hand across to my other breast, teasing that nipple as I had the first.
My fantasy Eric would lean in and nip on my earlobe. His hot breath would make me shiver, would cause my pussy to dampen with need. He wouldn’t say anything right away, knowing what teasing would do to me. He’d press his lips to the sensitive spot just below my ear, licking my skin.
I want to taste you.
I squeezed my already-shut eyes tighter as I pushed my hand beneath my nightshirt. My skin was soft, but no matter how hard I tried to picture my touch being Eric’s I couldn’t quite manage it.
The sound of his voice in my head was what really saved the day. I didn’t need his hand on me, only his presence in my mind directing me toward the pleasure that I so desperately wanted.
Show me how much you want me. Glenna, show me.
I didn’t stop then, didn’t hold back. With one hand on my breast pinching and rolling my sensitive nipple, I finally slid my other between my legs. I hadn’t bothered sleeping with panties on since I was a teenager, so there was nothing else preventing me from slipping two fingers on either side of my clit and pressing down on my mound.
A moan popped from me, which only encouraged me. My thin pubic hair was wet from my arousal, and I brushed it out of the way as I pressed on the base of my clit.
That’s right, Glenna. Show me what you like. How you want me to touch you.
Yes, I’d show him. With my thumb I pressed down on my clit and slowly stroked the hood. I continued to tease the folds of my labia with my fingers, circling my opening. I didn’t care what the reality was; my fantasy Eric had a wonderfully big cock. I used two of my fingers to mimic what I hoped he’d be like and pressed them deep inside.
I wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t even particularly naïve about sex. I’d had several boyfriends over the years and had enjoyed myself with each one. But not once had I experienced any sort of deep emotional connection with them. We had fun for a time, but inevitably went our separate ways.
With Eric it was different. He’d barely looked at me and that was all it had taken for me to become obsessed.
Awkwardly at first, I began to fuck myself with my fingers as I continued to rub my clit with my thumb. I turned my head so my nose was pressed to my pillow and bit down on the cotton cover. Eric would laugh at the futility of that, his brown eyes would sparkle. That’s not going to help you.
I pinched my nipple harder, a punishment and a treat. My arousal was cresting, my orgasm racing forward like an ignited fuse toward its powder keg. Glenna, you look so beautiful.
“Eric.”
The fantasy slipped away then, as it always did and all I could focus on was my body and the release I needed. I rolled onto my stomach and thrust my body upon my hand, increasing the pressure tenfold on my clit. My nipples rubbed hard against the cotton of my shirt, a frantic back and forth as I drove my body onward.
There. Nearly there.
I was aware of the muscles in my face tightening half a second before my orgasm hit me. I cried out into my pillow as pleasure overrode every bit of reason and logic that lived inside me. It was heaven and lasted for far too brief a time. Within a few moments it had faded away and my body relaxed. I should have moved, gotten up and washed my hands, but I didn’t. I wanted to cling to this moment, this final fantasy. It was possible that things would go better than I hoped.
In this moment all things were possible.
After some time, I slid my hand from between my
Eric wouldn’t do that. Oh no, he’d tease me, draw things out until I was begging him to let me come. I don’t know how I knew that about him, but I did. He’d be purposeful with his caresses. Keeping that in mind, I slowly slid my hand across to my other breast, teasing that nipple as I had the first.
My fantasy Eric would lean in and nip on my earlobe. His hot breath would make me shiver, would cause my pussy to dampen with need. He wouldn’t say anything right away, knowing what teasing would do to me. He’d press his lips to the sensitive spot just below my ear, licking my skin.
I want to taste you.
I squeezed my already-shut eyes tighter as I pushed my hand beneath my nightshirt. My skin was soft, but no matter how hard I tried to picture my touch being Eric’s I couldn’t quite manage it.
The sound of his voice in my head was what really saved the day. I didn’t need his hand on me, only his presence in my mind directing me toward the pleasure that I so desperately wanted.
Show me how much you want me. Glenna, show me.
I didn’t stop then, didn’t hold back. With one hand on my breast pinching and rolling my sensitive nipple, I finally slid my other between my legs. I hadn’t bothered sleeping with panties on since I was a teenager, so there was nothing else preventing me from slipping two fingers on either side of my clit and pressing down on my mound.
A moan popped from me, which only encouraged me. My thin pubic hair was wet from my arousal, and I brushed it out of the way as I pressed on the base of my clit.
That’s right, Glenna. Show me what you like. How you want me to touch you.
Yes, I’d show him. With my thumb I pressed down on my clit and slowly stroked the hood. I continued to tease the folds of my labia with my fingers, circling my opening. I didn’t care what the reality was; my fantasy Eric had a wonderfully big cock. I used two of my fingers to mimic what I hoped he’d be like and pressed them deep inside.
I wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t even particularly naïve about sex. I’d had several boyfriends over the years and had enjoyed myself with each one. But not once had I experienced any sort of deep emotional connection with them. We had fun for a time, but inevitably went our separate ways.
With Eric it was different. He’d barely looked at me and that was all it had taken for me to become obsessed.
Awkwardly at first, I began to fuck myself with my fingers as I continued to rub my clit with my thumb. I turned my head so my nose was pressed to my pillow and bit down on the cotton cover. Eric would laugh at the futility of that, his brown eyes would sparkle. That’s not going to help you.
I pinched my nipple harder, a punishment and a treat. My arousal was cresting, my orgasm racing forward like an ignited fuse toward its powder keg. Glenna, you look so beautiful.
“Eric.”
The fantasy slipped away then, as it always did and all I could focus on was my body and the release I needed. I rolled onto my stomach and thrust my body upon my hand, increasing the pressure tenfold on my clit. My nipples rubbed hard against the cotton of my shirt, a frantic back and forth as I drove my body onward.
There. Nearly there.
I was aware of the muscles in my face tightening half a second before my orgasm hit me. I cried out into my pillow as pleasure overrode every bit of reason and logic that lived inside me. It was heaven and lasted for far too brief a time. Within a few moments it had faded away and my body relaxed. I should have moved, gotten up and washed my hands, but I didn’t. I wanted to cling to this moment, this final fantasy. It was possible that things would go better than I hoped.
In this moment all things were possible.
After some time, I slid my hand from between my
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