by Karen B (c) 1996
As I touch myself in the early afternoon, I imagine that
I'm with another woman. It always makes it so much better
when there is someone else in my fantasies.
In my minds eye images wildly dance a rhthymic sexual
ritual. I see a woman moving sensuously... her body
perhaps swaying and gyrating to a slow music... the
movements of her hips and breasts becoming one with
my low pulsating beat... her long hair flowing
over her shoulders or cascading down the delicious
browness of her back as her head tilts back with eyes
closed and tongue running seductively over invitingly
I dream of her looking deep into my eyes as
she slowly approaches my bed and lifts one leg to
rest upon the corner of it. I love to envision her
so intimately exposed for me and the gentle thrusting
forward of hips as her body responds to the music.
I then long deeply to feel her hands upon me.
Touching the silkiness of my thighs with her warm
tongue. My hands will traverse over my legs as hers
would... pulling and spreading them wide to allow an
imaginery entry of her tongue into me. Smoothly and
lightly touching, I run my fingers between my legs...
teasing myself as my fingers brush with a slight
pressure over my clit.
As my arousal increases, my dream change to
include a man... Im lying on my back as he lowers
his cock to slide into my mouth while she moves to
lick at my sweetness. My fingers will dip into my
own wetness and as I long to taste the sweet cum of
him, I will taste my own fingers.
The images in my mind will begin to rapidly
change... the man on all fours as my tongue
probes his ass ... watching as the woman slips her
fingers into herself for me to watch ... the man
moving to ram deeply into me.
Desire consumes me as my hands move over my
body....pinching my breasts with pussy wet fingers...
delighting in the feel of my smooth belly.
I need to cum as I feel the tinglings within
me, so I turn over onto my stomach with fingers deep
within me while my palm rests upon my clit. Slowly
at first, my hips will begin to rotate... my fingers
sliding wettly in and out of my warmth as the move-
ments of my hips cause my clit to rub circles over
the palm of my hand.
My head is turned to one side and resting
upon my pillow, my other arm has embraced it, as I
love the feeling of my hair over my back and arms...
dreaming it is the woman's hair caressing me. My
fingers become a man's cock, his tongue, her tongue,
their fingers upon me.
I moan deeply from my pleasure... perhaps
whispering the name of a lover as I feel the exqui-
site pain begin in my clit and rush across and be-
tween my legs and up through my belly.
The rotation of my hips remains constant
while my fingers fuck deeply ... and then, and
then... I feel it! OH GOD! my body pleading for
his cock to pull and hold on to. It tightens around
my fingers and this intensifies the fire within me
as I feel it squeeze my fingers so WETTLY.
I will remain motionless for a time...loving
the feeling of the convulsions surrounding my