I let my hands slip down between my legs this morning, early, as the grey light crept into my bedroom. I was thinking of you; you are not here but in my dreams. My fingers became yours as I traced the outline of my swollen labia from beneath my panties. The fabric, damper now, only reminds me of what is not removed, what is not here.. you. I want you, want your face between my legs, want you flicking my clit gently with the tip of your tongue as your fingers feel my wet cunt wetter. You push my legs apart wider, those panties still in the way, in frustrating ways. They need to be removed. And the removal is like an admission. I want to be fucked. I put my legs together and slide the silky soaking things off, realize that I will not be able to wear them again later, smell my cunt heady and think to put these panties aside for you later, so you know.

I start again slowly, feeling the wetness of my perineum, wetness that has made its way all the way to my ass, where my fingers linger now, too, all around. Oh yes! Inside. I ache for this, for my ass to be fucked, too. For you, your relentless fingers hitting my g-spot hard from inside my tight little asshole, quivering, my cunt ever wetter and ignored now. My finger only hints of this, darting inside gently, making me gasp. I want more, want it badly.

This morning I anticipate you, your hands on me this afternoon. I reach for my vibrator–way too strong for what I can stand right now, but I grab it anyway and push it down all around my cunt. I could come, WILL come, and I’m holding back, but turn the switch off as I lay cursing myself and that promise to myself only to raise my desire now, and not satisfy it.

The alarm went off. I pushed my legs back together, curled up feeling my wet pussy want. Calm. Calm. I made the coffee, got up, got dressed. And now. Now I prepare for my day, ever wanting. My cunt is wet, throbbing. My clit waits. In a few minutes I will go running, then return, sweaty and disturbed by the pulsing of my entire body. My hands will find there way down again, marveling all the more at how wet I am thinking of you now. And I’ll do it again, bring myself close to orgasm and then stop to wait for you.

One thought on “waiting

  1. max says:

    this is sheer, pure horniness. wonderful. i’d love to hear that/those gasp(s.)

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