Damn it, I have started and stopped two separate posts. I have this insane urge to write, but I’m so tired, I can’t focus long enough to dissect my own thoughts. So you get this instead…
My hand cupped my wet sex. Having cum three times already, I wasn’t ready to let go, but I didn’t know what else I could possibly have left.
Two fingers slowly slid into my hot cunt. Hooking my fingers, I stroked the ridged flesh. My hips lifted off the bed. My soft cries filled my ears.
The burning, building need to cum hit hard and fast. I bucked wildly against my own hand, desperately needing release. My legs splayed to the side, alternately kicking my sheets and digging my heels into the mattress, anything to gain purchase against the tidal wave rising in my core.
Forgetting the need for quiet, my voice crescendo-ed as I continued to slam my fingers in and out of my slick pussy. When I thought I could take no more, my back arched off of the bed, my hips lifted to the sky, my legs trembled, and I felt cum squirt and splash out of my body, spraying the sheets beneath me, dripping on my thighs.
With a sigh, I allowed my body to relax, sated – for the moment.