I used to blog at Cyberspace Babes; now I don't.
Making you come and watching you, feeling you tense and shake while my lips draw every tremor and wave of ecstasy out of you and make you part of me.
A closing; the rest I gave to you when you fell out of the gray night, unexpected and welcome.
Quiet masturbation and then sleep. I’ve no one to hang my hat upon tonight. Slow and wishful will be the theme. I can hear the slender threads of traffic sketching thin lines of harmony through my window. It’s enough. Barely. But it’s enough tonight.
4.
Remembering one moment, long past: My legs wrapped around your waist, your hip nestled against the cleft of my lips. My hand flowing from your shoulder to the small of your back, the other slipping between our flesh to cup your mound, feeling the heat of you pulsing lightly against the heart of my palm. Your shudder…and mine.
Rated…most likely, just a 6. It was too long ago, for both of us.
Stretched out on the lounge, letting the fan cool me.
Thinking of shared fantasies, small tidbits from innocuous conversations that spark the imagination and ignite my core.
I savor it, letting my fingers roam but restraining myself. I know that I want it fast, hard, but I also want it to go on and on. And so I keep myself at the edge with the brush of a fingertip, the slow, lazy curl of a finger inside myself. I hold that feeling, teetering on the brink until I can stand it no longer. With one quick thrust of my fingers, a tap on my clit, I send myself spinning over the small, frail barrier I’d built to hold it back.
9.
Not quite misremembered. Just half-wished.