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The Fire
Within
1.4.05
Finally, she shuts her bedroom door and locks it
against prying eyes. Worn jeans slip down her silky
thighs ending up on the plush cream carpet by the
bed. Carefully, the young woman unbuttons her white
cotton blouse and tosses it on top of the jeans.
Her white lacy bra and panties follow quickly behind.
Laying back on the soft navy bedspread, she
sighs gently. Fatigued eyes close as images begin
to overrun her weary mind. She wriggles down into
the comforter, breathing slowly, gently, even as she
lies alone in the antique four poster bed. The girl
lazily pulls a pale blue satin sheet up over her
bare tanned legs. The day almost over, she is eager
to make use of these quiet moments. The overhead
lights are all turned off now, but there are several
fragrant candles burning low on the nightstand. The
raging furnace that burns within is something far
beyond a candle's glow.
As she lets her mind wander to more intimate
thoughts, her breathing begins to quicken. As time
passes, she slowly approaches that state when it
will be impossible to wait any longer. She exhales
in a soft whisper as she puts her fingers to her
lips. A tender shiver ripples over her body as her
fingertips are kissed by warm moistness. She flicks
her tongue over each finger leaving wetness in its
stead. She moves her inner wrist over her mouth and
traces her tongue over the slightly salty skin until
it glistens in the candlelight.
She tingles all over as her moistened fingers
sensually trace the valley between her breasts. As
her hand moves towards her nipples, her blood begins
to race through her veins. Her damp cool wrist
brushes over her breasts arousing them, and within
moments her nipples are standing swollen and erect.
She gently caresses the fleshy globes of her breasts
tracing her finger around each nipple. Scooping her
fingers beneath her breasts, she firmly cups them.
Her thumb and forefinger slip over her nipples and
she rolls them, firmly pulling and stretching them
out from her body. Her play becomes more deliberate
and rough, and before long tiny whimpers and moans
punctuate the quiet of the room.
As her breathing deepens and becomes raspier, her
hands slink downward; her tongue now licks
seductively over her lips. Her fingers tease across
her navel as her groin grows warm. The blood begins
to engorge her now hidden lips. Her thighs are
tight together, then widened and spread by the
increasing inner heat. At last, she envisions her
Master above her as His warm breath blows over her
swollen nub. She tilts her head first left, then
far over to the right, gently arching her back as
she anticipates the delight of her Master's talented
tongue. She imagines the delight of her flesh as He
gently eats.
Her knees draw up towards her body as her feet rest
on the bed as if to make a comfortable pillow for
Him to rest His head against as He feeds. Her
fingers tease across her moans then travel towards
her engorged clitoris. She licks her lips and
trembles as she teasingly skips her fingers over the
red swollen bud. She slips her fingers over her
glistening vulva that now pulses its pleasure with her attention.
At the bottom of her labial lips,
she begins to play, contemplating a delicious union
with her Master's cock. Her fingers begin to toy
with the dark entrance to her now pulsing tunnel. A
guttural cry bursts from her throat as she slides her
fingers over her soaked sex and grip her
clitoris pulling firmly.
It's her Master's breath she feels there blowing
over her heat, if only in her mind. She continues
to tease herself by slipping a finger tip just
barely inside her hungry body. Drawing closer to
her clitoris, she draggs out the tormenting touch.
She hears herself whimpering, begging Him, herself,
"PLEEEEEASE, take me." Then she traces her fingers
once again over the pulsing flesh, moaning out in
complete surrender with a screeching animal cry that
reverberates against the walls of her retreat.
She twirls her fingers from her right hand around
her pulsing clitoris as her left hand sneaks between
her thighs scooping her nectar and bringing it to
her lips. She tastes her own surrender becoming
noticeably aroused by its flavor; she inhales her
musky scent and moans. Her hand roughly smacks
against her breasts as her fingers dive deeply
between her thighs. Her thumb now pressing on her
pulsing clitoris, she rubs as her hand delves deeply
within, The firm caressing of her clit is echoed by
her own beating heart. Her breath sounds grow deep
and ragged, the fervor of her hands taking away her
wind.
She feels the end approaching but tries to keep it
at bay. She wants to wait until she's so ready to
fall that when it happens she'll be unaware of
anything except the ecstatic joy of release. She
again brings her drenched hand from between her
thighs and thrusts it into her mouth. She moans
around her fingers; her cries stifled by their
presence. She sends her left hand from her breasts
to dig deeply into her core, massaging her sensitive
spot from within. Her right hand, just bathed clean
by her hungry mouth, is now soaked within her gash,
pushing from the outside in and ferociously
attacking her tender clitoris.
Her eyes roll back unseeing as her body writhes on
the bed tortured by the impending explosion from
without and within. She knows that in a few seconds
this exquisite moment will end. She cries out from
the very depths of her being her gratitude towards
her Master for invading her thoughts, for granting
her joy through these intimate touches. As she
lingers on the edge, ever closer to the chasm of
climax, she whispers out to her invisible Master her
sad regret, "Oh that You were here to enjoy the
pleasure You have brought me, my Master."
As her inner fire rages and the sweet juices of her
desire and need begin to flow, her fingers fly over
her aching sex. She cries out softly, "Pleeease
come back to me. I need You, I want You."
With one more screaming groan, over the cliff she
tumbles, the universe turned upside down as its
blackness absorbs her cries. The distinctive scent
of her orgasm fills the air. She hurtles through
space, temporarily separated from the reality of her
existence, flying through the dark skies. The
contours of the bedspread beneath her channel the
creamy river cascading from between her shuddering
thighs. Hours pass by in the span of a few seconds,
long moments of ecstasy warm her spirit. Back to
earth she floats, her spasming body sweating
profusely and a satisfied smile upon her
countenance. Her chest rises and falls quickly as
she is unable to catch her breath; her heart racing
impossibly fast as the blood boils through her
veins.
Eventually her body rests and gives in to her need
for sleep. As she closes her eyes in slumber, a
single tear of joy trickles from underneath her
eyelashes and rolls down her cheek... the empty
place beside her on the bed slightly less painful
this night. |
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