Submitted by megan on Sun, 02/28/2010 - 17:50
Two fingers over my mons. I slide one down each side of my clit, roll it between them. Know I won't come, not from pressure as gentle as this. My mind wanders as my fingers move. I stare at the ceiling and think of the blank spaces in my pantry, what I'll pick up to fill them in a couple of hours, after coffee after breakfast. I notice the jag of dark paint onto light where I fucked up and you said you didn't care. I think about stopping this nonsense, starting my day.
I wait though, on the edge between desire and boredom, wonder for a second which way I will tip.
Then I am buoyed, a fast seep of round warmth up through the hard bed, stroking the sides of my torso in long licks and I let myself ride it and sink.