The woman who masturbated on her stomach

When I woke, I was greeted by her beautiful grey eyes — I thought she was staring at me, but it was more like through me. Her dark hair was dishevelled and stands fell over the side of her face that wasn’t pressed into the pillow; she was just staring and breathing heavily.

“Good morning”, I said hoarsely.

Her eyes shifted slightly as if bringing me into focus and a slight frown came to her lips

“Go… go back to sleep”.

With a slight groan she raised her head slightly and shifted to look the other way, leaving me to stare at the back of her head. As I closed my eyes and started to drift back to sleep, I could feel a slight rhythmic motion beside me, and as if talking in my sleep, asked what she was doing. I could hear her shift again on her pillow and when I opened my eyes, she was staring at me again.

With a voice that wasn’t ready to say anything so early in the morning, and with an air of disappointment,

“Well, I was about to cum until you started talking.”

For effect, she pouted slightly.

“You were masturbating?”

She only stared at me as if this revelation meant nothing to her.

“Wait. You masturbate on your stomach?”

She shifted her position and with a freed hand moved hair away from her face. She offering a slight smile as she continued to stare.

“Yes, I was masturbating, and why wouldn’t I do it on my stomach. I always masturbate on my stomach.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.”

She signed slightly, blinked, but didn’t reply.

“I’m just saying I’ve only seen woman masturbate on their backs; that’s all.”

Suddenly she started to laugh and pushed more hair away from her face.

“Well, you need to stop watching so much porn. I masturbate on my stomach ,and when I’m not interrupted, I cum very nicely thank you very much. In fact, maybe if you knew how to satisfy your woman, I wouldn’t have woken up so horny.”

“I’m not sure that is entirely true. You did cum a lot last night and I’m almost certain somewhere in all that moaning, you said I was amazing, or words to that effect”

“Yes baby, it was something to that effect. Now just go back to sleep and let me finish. You can dream of fucking me hard tonight.”

She kissed me softly, smiled, and turned her head while shifting her arms under the sheets. I closed my eyes intent on listening and moved my hand to my cock.

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A brief moment of desire…

As she talked about politics, the latest science around climate change and the philosophies that intertwine the two, I could only focus on her beauty — her caramel skin, dark eyes and full lips, accented with soft pink.

I wondered what her lips tasted like and if her tongue would aggressively want mine?

As we stood to say our goodbyes, I could imagine the roundness of her small breasts.

If she undid the buttons slowly for me, would she expose perfect orbs of flesh with dark areolas and nipples; when squeezed, would become long and erect?

If I moved her panties to the side, would her dark full lips give way to pink — would she spread her legs for me as she touched her clit; eventually bringing a finger to those rose lips to taste herself? Would she gasp slightly as I entered her? Would she moan and beg me to fuck her harder? Would she cum just before I did, and let our juices run down her leg?

Before we went our separate ways, we looked at each other for a long moment as if deciding to act on what we were thinking. It wasn’t my imagination that her nipples were a little hard as she walked away.

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Fuck me

Simone smiled as she looked up from her phone and announced Holly wants to know how we are doing?

“She also wants to tell us she bought herself a new strap-on”

As we both laughed, Simone tapped her phone and passed it to me. I looked at the screen and there was Holly smiling up into the camera; her hair looked wild after what I assume was a night of fucking — she was naked except for a stylish black leather under bust corset and a black leather strap-on harness and a pink neon dildo.

Passing the phone back I said, “If it wasn’t for her cute breasts and the fact I like her, I’d say she’s bat shit crazy.”

“She’s definitely adorable. Hmmm. She wants to know if we want to play tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Hahahaha. She says she wants to fuck us both with her new toy. She says she wants to fuck you, while you fuck me.”

“Is that even possible?”

Simone smiled, “Let me ask. She says sure; why not. It could be fun; that’s me, not her”

I looked at her for a moment, “Well maybe I should borrow your strap-on and fuck you both at the same time. Better yet, I‘ll fuck you both with her new toy.”

“We were talking about going for a drink anyway; we could always invite her along. Let me call her.”

“Sure. I like my idea better just so you know.”

“Hi honey — Yes, we love it. Let me put you on speaker. Winston has an idea”

“Hi Holly”

“Winston you gorgeous man; I knew you would love it.”

“Holly Darling. Let’s catch up for a drink and we can talk about it. Bring your new toy for sure. Does 7:30 work? We’ll go to the place we took you last time.”

“Definitely works; you’ll have to text me the address. I don’t remember where it is.”

“And just so you know, Winston wants to fuck you with your new strap-on”.

 There was a pause and Simone’s eyes sparkled in anticipation for Holly’s reply.

“Oh Winston, you’re going to fuck me?”

As Simone broke into a big smile she replied, “Oh honey, Winston’s going to fuck both of us”.

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Love me

“Baby, lick my pussy — you know how I like to cum a little before I put my cock on”

Love me

“Oh yes; a little more. Ok. Ok. You can stop. Can you pass me my cock and feel free to stroke yours as I get ready — yes just like that. Can you help me with the buckle? A little tighter. Oh yes, I love when we both have big dicks.

  Love me

“Suck my cock just like I taught you. Yes baby, a little deeper; see how much you can take. Keep sucking and now stroke your cock but don’t think about cuming. My god that’s gorgeous. Ok honey, I have to fuck you — grab the lube and get on your back. I want that beautiful ass up in the air for me.

  Love me

“Here honey, take some and keep stroking while I lube you up and see how ready you are for me. Relax; oh yes just like that. Three fingers — you’ve come such a long way; we may have to go shopping for something bigger. You ready baby?”

  Love me

“Relax honey. Yes, just like that. Keep stroking. Relax. Ohhhh, there you go. Oh yes, take me; take my cock; my cock is yours.”

  Love me

“You want to cum for me baby? Think you can cum by me just fucking you — stop stroking. Oh my god, you are so open and so big. A little more. Hold it a little more. Fuck that’s a lot. Oh baby, that is lovely; so lovey. Let me taste it — I love the taste of your cum after I fuck you”

Love me

Trust me

From the moment she met me at the door, our chemistries intertwined like a medieval alchemy. Over dinner we talked and laughed and shared our philosophies — we talked about dreams, ambitions, sensuality, of men, and of woman.

Our chemistries swirled in a transmutation as we kissed and when I dropped her home, she invited me in under the pretence of a glass of wine. On the couch, as we laughed, she taught me how she wanted her breasts caressed and how she wanted me to glide my tongue along the outside edge.

She led me by the hand into her bed where we explored and caressed under linen sheets — the alchemy took shape.

In the darkness she spoke about cane on flesh and about the point when I would come to desire more. She went on about the coarseness of jute rope and how the body takes on a blissful state when tied correctly. Gently caressing my cock, she talked about restraining me, milking my prostrate by candlelight, and watching my cock throb before cum spurted all over my stomach. She talked about how if I was attentive, and fucked her just right, she would soak the bed and that her juices were sweet. I would beg for more.

She talked of erotic stores where she would buy me a heavy stainless-steel butt plug with a fury tail — and after she positioned it properly, wanted me to fuck her like an animal and roar as I came. She was especially excited, when the proper time came, to go shopping for a collar, a harness, and a dildo that was a little too large for me to take. She wanted me to surrender and let her fuck me the way I fuck her,

She spoke of being surrounded with candles and the sensation of wax being dripped onto her chest and the joy of the marks left behind — she wanted to share that with me. She said she had so many things to share.

In the silence, when she had finished talking, the alchemy was complete. There was only the sound of the sheets as she moved in closer and kissed my chest.

She broke the silence in recognition of the alchemy, “Trust me”

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