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A very nice thread. A great idea to stimulate us lucky litsters with both words and images.
 
Morning musings

The alarm went off again and I turned it off, giving up on the snooze button. I'd been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep. I woke up alone again. I hate it when he leaves for work without saying goodbye. It always puts me in a foul mood and he knows that.

My eyes were still closed as I rolled onto my back. The sheet slid down, the cold morning air causing my bare nipples to tighten. I moaned softly, pulling the sheet back up to cover them. The fabric teased as it slid over each hardened pebble, making me tremble.

Dammit, he should be here.

I tried in vain to go back to sleep. The room was cool, but my skin was warm, hypersensitive to the slightest touch of fabric to skin. I wanted him. I needed his warmth pressed against me, his hand sliding over my stomach, higher until he covered one breast. My own hand followed the trail of my need.

I slid back just a bit to recline against the pillows, the sheet slipping down to my waist as both hands soothed aching nipples. I began to tease them, cupping each breast in my hands as thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled. I could feel the muscles in my lower back tightening, making me arch it slightly as I pushed the soft flesh more fully into my palms, filling my hands completely.

"Fuck." He should be here.

I slid my right hand down my stomach slowly, fingertips tickling my skin as I dragged them lower. I tossed the sheet away, then raised one knee, placing the stray hand just above it and dragging my fingers along my inner thigh. When my fingers reached the base of my thigh I let them slide softly over my lips. Eyes still squeezed tight, I was completely lost in the feeling. I needed to wax again, but the tiny bit of stubble felt incredible, like velvet, and it tugged and pulled as my fingertips stroked.

The AC kicked on again, the soft hum as it came to life followed by a rush of cold air against my skin. My nipples tightened further, painfully so, and my back arched higher in response. My left hand continued to soothe them, moving from one to the other, as my right hand played along velvet covered lips.

"Fuck." He should be here.

Resigned to the fact that I was on my own, I relaxed against the pillows. I slid my fingertips up along my pussy again and again, my middle finger slipping a little deeper into the slit between them with each stroke. When it finally found it's way deep enough to feel the moisture there I moaned in response. I paused, sliding my middle finger in deep to get if fully coated in my arousal, then pulled that wet fingertip up again, searching. When it grazed my swollen clit, I shivered, a deep moan released on a sigh.

He should be here.

I was too angry to stretch it out. I slid my fingertip beneath my clit and started making slow circles, under and over, moaning softly as I let the tension build. I was lost for a while, circling my clit with the softest touch, but increasing the speed as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't lie still, arching my back higher, my left hand pushing against the bed for support so that I was almost sitting up, legs spread wide.

He should be here.

I was so mad, so desperate that I refused to hold back. I needed to cum, hard. I continued playing my clit, pressing firmly now as I made those maddening little circles, pushing me closer to the edge. Finally, as the tension peaked, hips writhing against my hand, I slipped my finger beneath my clit, thumb on top, and squeezed it. Gently at first, but soon I was squeezing hard, sliding my fingers back and forth, pulling on my clit, pushing me over the edge.

I came hard, one long deep moan, my hips suddenly frozen in place as fingers pulled all of the tension from my body to that tiny spot and released it. I kept pulling and teasing until the last of it was gone, until every muscle in my body felt weak. I collapsed against the pillows, completely spent.

"Fuck." He should be here.

That's when I heard it, his soft chuckle from across the room. I opened my eyes, following the sound. He was there, his pajamas pulled low, casually stroking his cock as he leaned against the door frame.

"That's my greedy little one," he said with a grin.

"I ... I thought you left."

Pushing away from the doorway, he released his cock, both hands pushing his pajamas down. He stepped out of them and started toward the bed.

"I can see that. I've made you some coffee, babygirl. But first, I want to watch you cum again. This time your eyes will be open. I want to know that it's my cock you're craving as you play with that pussy. My pussy. Do you understand, little one?"

"Of course it's you, Sir. It's always you."

He sat at the foot of the bed, a low growl followed my an arched eyebrow.

"I understand, Sir."

His expression relaxed then, a slight grin curving his lips as he said, "That's my girl. Now ... show me."
 
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ViciousTease said:
The alarm went off again and I turned it off, giving up on the snooze button. I'd been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep. I woke up alone again. I hate it when he leaves for work without saying goodbye. It always puts me in a foul mood and he knows that.

.......
His expression relaxed then, a slight grin curving his lips as he said, "That's my girl. Now ... show me."
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YUMMY! :devil:
 
ViciousTease said:
The alarm went off again and I turned it off, giving up on the snooze button. I'd been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep. I woke up alone again. I hate it when he leaves for work without saying goodbye. It always puts me in a foul mood and he knows that.

My eyes were still closed as I rolled onto my back. The sheet slid down, the cold morning air causing my bare nipples to tighten. I moaned softly, pulling the sheet back up to cover them. The fabric teased as it slid over each hardened pebble, making me tremble.

Dammit, he should be here.

I tried in vain to go back to sleep. The room was cool, but my skin was warm, hypersensitive to the slightest touch of fabric to skin. I wanted him. I needed his warmth pressed against me, his hand sliding over my stomach, higher until he covered one breast. My own hand followed the trail of my need.

I slid back just a bit to recline against the pillows, the sheet slipping down to my waist as both hands soothed aching nipples. I began to tease them, cupping each breast in my hands as thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled. I could feel the muscles in my lower back tightening, making me arch it slightly as I pushed the soft flesh more fully into my palms, filling my hands completely.

"Fuck." He should be here.

I slid my right hand down my stomach slowly, fingertips tickling my skin as I dragged them lower. I tossed the sheet away, then raised one knee, placing the stray hand just above it and dragging my fingers along my inner thigh. When my fingers reached the base of my thigh I let them slide softly over my lips. Eyes still squeezed tight, I was completely lost in the feeling. I needed to wax again, but the tiny bit of stubble felt incredible, like velvet, and it tugged and pulled as my fingertips stroked.

The AC kicked on again, the soft hum as it came to life followed by a rush of cold air against my skin. My nipples tightened further, painfully so, and my back arched higher in response. My left hand continued to soothe them, moving from one to the other, as my right hand played along velvet covered lips.

"Fuck." He should be here.

Resigned to the fact that I was on my own, I relaxed against the pillows. I slid my fingertips up along my pussy again and again, my middle finger slipping a little deeper into the slit between them with each stroke. When it finally found it's way deep enough to feel the moisture there I moaned in response. I paused, sliding my middle finger in deep to get if fully coated in my arousal, then pulled that wet fingertip up again, searching. When it grazed my swollen clit, I shivered, a deep moan released on a sigh.

He should be here.

I was too angry to stretch it out. I slid my fingertip beneath my clit and started making slow circles, under and over, moaning softly as I let the tension build. I was lost for a while, circling my clit with the softest touch, but increasing the speed as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't lie still, arching my back higher, my left hand pushing against the bed for support so that I was almost sitting up, legs spread wide.

He should be here.

I was so mad, so desperate that I refused to hold back. I needed to cum, hard. I continued playing my clit, pressing firmly now as I made those maddening little circles, pushing me closer to the edge. Finally, as the tension peaked, hips writhing against my hand, I slipped my finger beneath my clit, thumb on top, and squeezed it. Gently at first, but soon I was squeezing hard, sliding my fingers back and forth, pulling on my clit, pushing me over the edge.

I came hard, one long deep moan, my hips suddenly frozen in place as fingers pulled all of the tension from my body to that tiny spot and released it. I kept pulling and teasing until the last of it was gone, until every muscle in my body felt weak. I collapsed against the pillows, completely spent.

"Fuck." He should be here.

That's when I heard it, his soft chuckle from across the room. I opened my eyes, following the sound. He was there, his pajamas pulled low, casually stroking his cock as he leaned against the door frame.

"That's my greedy little one," he said with a grin.

"I ... I thought you left."

Pushing away from the doorway, he released his cock, both hands pushing his pajamas down. He stepped out of them and started toward the bed.

"I can see that. I've made you some coffee, babygirl. But first, I want to watch you cum again. This time your eyes will be open. I want to know that it's my cock you're craving as you play with that pussy. My pussy. Do you understand, little one?"

"Of course it's you, Sir. It's always you."

He sat at the foot of the bed, a low growl followed my an arched eyebrow.

"I understand, Sir."

His expression relaxed then, a slight grin curving his lips as he said, "That's my girl. Now ... show me."
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Very sexy VT!
 
ViciousTease said:
The alarm went off again and I turned it off, giving up on the snooze button. I'd been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep. I woke up alone again. I hate it when he leaves for work without saying goodbye. It always puts me in a foul mood and he knows that.

My eyes were still closed as I rolled onto my back. The sheet slid down, the cold morning air causing my bare nipples to tighten. I moaned softly, pulling the sheet back up to cover them. The fabric teased as it slid over each hardened pebble, making me tremble.

Dammit, he should be here.

I tried in vain to go back to sleep. The room was cool, but my skin was warm, hypersensitive to the slightest touch of fabric to skin. I wanted him. I needed his warmth pressed against me, his hand sliding over my stomach, higher until he covered one breast. My own hand followed the trail of my need.

I slid back just a bit to recline against the pillows, the sheet slipping down to my waist as both hands soothed aching nipples. I began to tease them, cupping each breast in my hands as thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled. I could feel the muscles in my lower back tightening, making me arch it slightly as I pushed the soft flesh more fully into my palms, filling my hands completely.

"Fuck." He should be here.

I slid my right hand down my stomach slowly, fingertips tickling my skin as I dragged them lower. I tossed the sheet away, then raised one knee, placing the stray hand just above it and dragging my fingers along my inner thigh. When my fingers reached the base of my thigh I let them slide softly over my lips. Eyes still squeezed tight, I was completely lost in the feeling. I needed to wax again, but the tiny bit of stubble felt incredible, like velvet, and it tugged and pulled as my fingertips stroked.

The AC kicked on again, the soft hum as it came to life followed by a rush of cold air against my skin. My nipples tightened further, painfully so, and my back arched higher in response. My left hand continued to soothe them, moving from one to the other, as my right hand played along velvet covered lips.

"Fuck." He should be here.

Resigned to the fact that I was on my own, I relaxed against the pillows. I slid my fingertips up along my pussy again and again, my middle finger slipping a little deeper into the slit between them with each stroke. When it finally found it's way deep enough to feel the moisture there I moaned in response. I paused, sliding my middle finger in deep to get if fully coated in my arousal, then pulled that wet fingertip up again, searching. When it grazed my swollen clit, I shivered, a deep moan released on a sigh.

He should be here.

I was too angry to stretch it out. I slid my fingertip beneath my clit and started making slow circles, under and over, moaning softly as I let the tension build. I was lost for a while, circling my clit with the softest touch, but increasing the speed as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't lie still, arching my back higher, my left hand pushing against the bed for support so that I was almost sitting up, legs spread wide.

He should be here.

I was so mad, so desperate that I refused to hold back. I needed to cum, hard. I continued playing my clit, pressing firmly now as I made those maddening little circles, pushing me closer to the edge. Finally, as the tension peaked, hips writhing against my hand, I slipped my finger beneath my clit, thumb on top, and squeezed it. Gently at first, but soon I was squeezing hard, sliding my fingers back and forth, pulling on my clit, pushing me over the edge.

I came hard, one long deep moan, my hips suddenly frozen in place as fingers pulled all of the tension from my body to that tiny spot and released it. I kept pulling and teasing until the last of it was gone, until every muscle in my body felt weak. I collapsed against the pillows, completely spent.

"Fuck." He should be here.

That's when I heard it, his soft chuckle from across the room. I opened my eyes, following the sound. He was there, his pajamas pulled low, casually stroking his cock as he leaned against the door frame.

"That's my greedy little one," he said with a grin.

"I ... I thought you left."

Pushing away from the doorway, he released his cock, both hands pushing his pajamas down. He stepped out of them and started toward the bed.

"I can see that. I've made you some coffee, babygirl. But first, I want to watch you cum again. This time your eyes will be open. I want to know that it's my cock you're craving as you play with that pussy. My pussy. Do you understand, little one?"

"Of course it's you, Sir. It's always you."

He sat at the foot of the bed, a low growl followed my an arched eyebrow.

"I understand, Sir."

His expression relaxed then, a slight grin curving his lips as he said, "That's my girl. Now ... show me."
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I'll take this to bed with me tonight to read again and again.
 
Endless_Night said:
So, two embarrassed emojis? Imma gonna have to assume that means one for the "good writer" and one for the "good girl".

:D
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Yes, to the first and because you found me. Everyone knows I'm a good girl. ;)

Wait a minute ... how did you know about this place? Were you post stalking me or where you perving in AmPics???? *raises eyebrow*
 
ViciousTease said:
Yes, to the first and because you found me. Everyone knows I'm a good girl. ;)

Wait a minute ... how did you know about this place? Were you post stalking me or where you perving in AmPics???? *raises eyebrow*
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Don't you wish you knew the answer to that? :D
 
ViciousTease said:
The alarm went off again and I turned it off, giving up on the snooze button. I'd been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep. I woke up alone again. I hate it when he leaves for work without saying goodbye. It always puts me in a foul mood and he knows that.

My eyes were still closed as I rolled onto my back. The sheet slid down, the cold morning air causing my bare nipples to tighten. I moaned softly, pulling the sheet back up to cover them. The fabric teased as it slid over each hardened pebble, making me tremble.

Dammit, he should be here.

I tried in vain to go back to sleep. The room was cool, but my skin was warm, hypersensitive to the slightest touch of fabric to skin. I wanted him. I needed his warmth pressed against me, his hand sliding over my stomach, higher until he covered one breast. My own hand followed the trail of my need.

I slid back just a bit to recline against the pillows, the sheet slipping down to my waist as both hands soothed aching nipples. I began to tease them, cupping each breast in my hands as thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled. I could feel the muscles in my lower back tightening, making me arch it slightly as I pushed the soft flesh more fully into my palms, filling my hands completely.

"Fuck." He should be here.

I slid my right hand down my stomach slowly, fingertips tickling my skin as I dragged them lower. I tossed the sheet away, then raised one knee, placing the stray hand just above it and dragging my fingers along my inner thigh. When my fingers reached the base of my thigh I let them slide softly over my lips. Eyes still squeezed tight, I was completely lost in the feeling. I needed to wax again, but the tiny bit of stubble felt incredible, like velvet, and it tugged and pulled as my fingertips stroked.

The AC kicked on again, the soft hum as it came to life followed by a rush of cold air against my skin. My nipples tightened further, painfully so, and my back arched higher in response. My left hand continued to soothe them, moving from one to the other, as my right hand played along velvet covered lips.

"Fuck." He should be here.

Resigned to the fact that I was on my own, I relaxed against the pillows. I slid my fingertips up along my pussy again and again, my middle finger slipping a little deeper into the slit between them with each stroke. When it finally found it's way deep enough to feel the moisture there I moaned in response. I paused, sliding my middle finger in deep to get if fully coated in my arousal, then pulled that wet fingertip up again, searching. When it grazed my swollen clit, I shivered, a deep moan released on a sigh.

He should be here.

I was too angry to stretch it out. I slid my fingertip beneath my clit and started making slow circles, under and over, moaning softly as I let the tension build. I was lost for a while, circling my clit with the softest touch, but increasing the speed as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't lie still, arching my back higher, my left hand pushing against the bed for support so that I was almost sitting up, legs spread wide.

He should be here.

I was so mad, so desperate that I refused to hold back. I needed to cum, hard. I continued playing my clit, pressing firmly now as I made those maddening little circles, pushing me closer to the edge. Finally, as the tension peaked, hips writhing against my hand, I slipped my finger beneath my clit, thumb on top, and squeezed it. Gently at first, but soon I was squeezing hard, sliding my fingers back and forth, pulling on my clit, pushing me over the edge.

I came hard, one long deep moan, my hips suddenly frozen in place as fingers pulled all of the tension from my body to that tiny spot and released it. I kept pulling and teasing until the last of it was gone, until every muscle in my body felt weak. I collapsed against the pillows, completely spent.

"Fuck." He should be here.

That's when I heard it, his soft chuckle from across the room. I opened my eyes, following the sound. He was there, his pajamas pulled low, casually stroking his cock as he leaned against the door frame.

"That's my greedy little one," he said with a grin.

"I ... I thought you left."

Pushing away from the doorway, he released his cock, both hands pushing his pajamas down. He stepped out of them and started toward the bed.

"I can see that. I've made you some coffee, babygirl. But first, I want to watch you cum again. This time your eyes will be open. I want to know that it's my cock you're craving as you play with that pussy. My pussy. Do you understand, little one?"

"Of course it's you, Sir. It's always you."

He sat at the foot of the bed, a low growl followed my an arched eyebrow.

"I understand, Sir."

His expression relaxed then, a slight grin curving his lips as he said, "That's my girl. Now ... show me."
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Brilliant!!!!!
 
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