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Touching Myself
by Karen B (c) 1996

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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 full lips!!

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 fingers!!

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