I lay awake with my back still against his chest, the bloom of the flower between my legs fresh and fragrant. Still feeling him down there, I reflected on his gently making love to me, how he always wanted me to feel good, not even a little bad. An unusually kind man, Jon tried to singly make up for a history of men who took what they wanted from me.
It was ironic then that these thoughts would recall the first pleasant memory of my ex in many months. I surely didn’t miss or regret leaving him, but at this moment, the thought of being taken was spreading the petals of my flower open again, oozing its nectar. My heart beat faster, my need undeniable, yet I knew that – this time – Jon wouldn’t satisfy that need.
Listening carefully for the shallow breathing of sleep and only barely feeling the movement in his chest, I knew that I would have to do it: take myself. Waking him would only leave me feeling again as I did now.
Lying on my right side with his arm draped over me, I could only use my right arm and tested his slumber by caressing my tits softly. What I really wanted was to squeeze them, hard, now, and that was the point, wasn’t it? Not to take it easy, but to just take it! My fingers clutched the soft, pliant flesh, caresses turning to crushing pressure and pinched nipples; I could feel a trickle of my juice running across my thigh to the mattress.
Drawn to that feeling, my fingers glided softly across my tummy and into my seeping slit, a deep exhale telling me I’d been holding my breath. My middle finger headed straight for my weeping pussy, and knowing it was crying for this attention, I plunged it in as hard and deep as I dared. Another sudden exhale warned me that I needed to keep my upper body still if my need was to remain undetected.
Lifting my left leg just enough, my hand slipped into my crotch, and while even in my masturbation, I would usually be gentle at first, I was anything but. My fingers clawed at my swollen labia, squeezing them together and then splaying them apart, grating roughly against the pink folds. I wanted to spank them but couldn’t for fear of discovery. Two fingers followed by three invaded my cunt, and suddenly the thought of being fisted sounded intriguing.
I could feel it coming, charging at me like wild horses. My hips gyrated to the rhythm of my fingers pounding into my pussy; I couldn’t help breathing like I was running a marathon. Finding my clit with my thumb, I mashed it into my body as though I could push it back in, and in seconds it hit me.
Trying to limit the spasms to my waist and below proved impossible, my chest heaving with the exhausting breaths. Manhandling myself prolonged the amazing aftershocks as my palm fingered, pinched, and mashed my naughty pussy into submission.
Deep breaths gradually slowed but eventually gave me away as I felt Jon stir and lift his head.
“Are you okay, hun?” he whispered.
“I’m okay – just a dream,” I lied, still panting.
“A bad dream? Wanna tell me about it?”
There he goes, worrying if I’m okay, and at this point, I loved him for it, but I knew something had to change.
“No. It’s okay,” I said, pulling his arm tighter around me, “Go back to sleep.”
We rose the following morning and went through our morning rituals, though today, Jon was packing for a business trip that would have him away for three or four days. I kissed him at the door and wished him a good trip. In the past, once he’d left, my mind would begin looking forward to the oh-so-satisfying sex we’d have upon his return, both having missed each other enough to break out of some of the routines and truly enjoy each other. But after last night’s clandestine masturbation, I knew that wouldn’t be, or at least not like it usually was.
I fell into my usual patterns of work and solo pleasure, although those had become even more animated. I went to an adult store and bought some new toys to test some theories I had. A huge dildo that I wasn’t even sure would fit, did, but it was disappointing. The ‘rabbit’ vibe was exciting but still didn’t fill my need. I liked the little butt plug. It felt naughty, and he could make a show of stuffing it in my ass, but I figured that would never happen.