Chapter 1
Emma couldn’t tell in her
dream state whose finger was touching her. She felt it slowly
making its way up her warm body. She felt the sensation--first
around her manicured toes then slowly up her toned and tan calf.
The light touch of it made her skin flash with a desire for more.
Heat rose between her legs. The finger slowly moved up her inner
thigh causing her nipples to pebble on her breasts. She could feel
a small trickle of wetness leak in anticipation. The feel of the
silky soft 1,000 thread count sheets she indulged in against her
smooth skin only heightened her pleasure. In her half-asleep state,
she wasn’t aware that the finger and sensations were being created
by her own mind, but she was enjoying it. Who would be touching
her, she thought sleepily? The finger was moving more slowly now,
taking its time. It hovered and lightly brushed her small mound,
softly grazing her bud.
Her skin was alive and her
sex was wet in anticipation. Emma’s hips had slowly started moving
up and down. But what was she anticipating? The imaginary finger
massaging her lips? That would be nice and get her wet but
unfortunately fingers, or a tongue for that matter, could never
bring her to orgasm. She needed a big cock.
All of this sensation she
was feeling, the finger teasing her, it waking up her peaceful
body—it all built her up so she could be taken over and over. Her
mind had morphed the finger into a huge, red, gleaming cock. She
needed to feel the engorged tip hit her deepest soft walls. She
needed to squeeze it further inside of her as she got closer to her
moment of ecstasy. Her body heated up as she waited impatiently for
the tip of this large cock she was dreaming about to reach her
entrance, to graze the lips of her sex. Her eyelids slowly
fluttered open to find out how much longer she would have to
wait.
No one was there. She
blinked her eyes a couple of times and confirmed that, indeed, she
was alone in her bed. She had been dreaming, again. Frustration
slightly dulled her aroused state. She lay in bed wondering how
long her forced celibacy would last. She had been out of school and
in her first official job for over six months now and had only made
due with her two trusty vibrators during that time.
She knew she could get a
hookup if she wanted but she had done that for much of her sexual
life. She wanted a boyfriend who would love her and listen to her.
She had had that in high school but with only mediocre sex to go
with it. She was starting to think, based on her experiences thus
far, that hot sex and a committed relationship were mutually
exclusive. The only way she would be able to have a loving
boyfriend would be to give up amazing, ‘push everything from her
mind except for his cock’ sex. The only time she had those mind
blowing sexual experiences were with hookups, friends with
benefits, or affairs.
The problem was her
appetite. She was very comfortable with her body. And she loved
exploring people, fully. Now, though, she needed love. And hot
sex.
Emma could see streams of
orange and pink beginning to light up the darkened sky. Her clock
read 5:45. Slowly she sat up in her bed, feeling the residual
wetness from her dream touch the skin of her thighs. “Why?” she
thought. “Why can’t I meet a guy who is hot and commitment-worthy?
And can fuck me like no other?”
She slid out of bed and
plodded to her bathroom to get ready to head to the gym and then to
work. She was an administrative assistant at a law firm in downtown
Dallas. She had been thinking about going to law school but wanted
to see firsthand what the life of a lawyer was like. She figured at
twenty three she still had some time to go slow and not jump into
anything career-wise.
She grabbed some pink
panties from the small drawer in her decorative dresser she had put
in her bathroom. She had taken to sleeping in the nude now that she
didn’t have roommates anymore. Although she could have
Emma couldn’t tell in her
dream state whose finger was touching her. She felt it slowly
making its way up her warm body. She felt the sensation--first
around her manicured toes then slowly up her toned and tan calf.
The light touch of it made her skin flash with a desire for more.
Heat rose between her legs. The finger slowly moved up her inner
thigh causing her nipples to pebble on her breasts. She could feel
a small trickle of wetness leak in anticipation. The feel of the
silky soft 1,000 thread count sheets she indulged in against her
smooth skin only heightened her pleasure. In her half-asleep state,
she wasn’t aware that the finger and sensations were being created
by her own mind, but she was enjoying it. Who would be touching
her, she thought sleepily? The finger was moving more slowly now,
taking its time. It hovered and lightly brushed her small mound,
softly grazing her bud.
Her skin was alive and her
sex was wet in anticipation. Emma’s hips had slowly started moving
up and down. But what was she anticipating? The imaginary finger
massaging her lips? That would be nice and get her wet but
unfortunately fingers, or a tongue for that matter, could never
bring her to orgasm. She needed a big cock.
All of this sensation she
was feeling, the finger teasing her, it waking up her peaceful
body—it all built her up so she could be taken over and over. Her
mind had morphed the finger into a huge, red, gleaming cock. She
needed to feel the engorged tip hit her deepest soft walls. She
needed to squeeze it further inside of her as she got closer to her
moment of ecstasy. Her body heated up as she waited impatiently for
the tip of this large cock she was dreaming about to reach her
entrance, to graze the lips of her sex. Her eyelids slowly
fluttered open to find out how much longer she would have to
wait.
No one was there. She
blinked her eyes a couple of times and confirmed that, indeed, she
was alone in her bed. She had been dreaming, again. Frustration
slightly dulled her aroused state. She lay in bed wondering how
long her forced celibacy would last. She had been out of school and
in her first official job for over six months now and had only made
due with her two trusty vibrators during that time.
She knew she could get a
hookup if she wanted but she had done that for much of her sexual
life. She wanted a boyfriend who would love her and listen to her.
She had had that in high school but with only mediocre sex to go
with it. She was starting to think, based on her experiences thus
far, that hot sex and a committed relationship were mutually
exclusive. The only way she would be able to have a loving
boyfriend would be to give up amazing, ‘push everything from her
mind except for his cock’ sex. The only time she had those mind
blowing sexual experiences were with hookups, friends with
benefits, or affairs.
The problem was her
appetite. She was very comfortable with her body. And she loved
exploring people, fully. Now, though, she needed love. And hot
sex.
Emma could see streams of
orange and pink beginning to light up the darkened sky. Her clock
read 5:45. Slowly she sat up in her bed, feeling the residual
wetness from her dream touch the skin of her thighs. “Why?” she
thought. “Why can’t I meet a guy who is hot and commitment-worthy?
And can fuck me like no other?”
She slid out of bed and
plodded to her bathroom to get ready to head to the gym and then to
work. She was an administrative assistant at a law firm in downtown
Dallas. She had been thinking about going to law school but wanted
to see firsthand what the life of a lawyer was like. She figured at
twenty three she still had some time to go slow and not jump into
anything career-wise.
She grabbed some pink
panties from the small drawer in her decorative dresser she had put
in her bathroom. She had taken to sleeping in the nude now that she
didn’t have roommates anymore. Although she could have
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