Midnight Cravings: My First Surrender to Phone-Guided Ecstasy

Middle of the night. My bedroom. Cool air after yesterday’s rain. Four a.m. Third time my eyes snap open. Can’t sleep. Thoughts race to you. To that cock you’ve described. It heats my blood. My mind. More than a tingle low in my belly. A fire smoldering. Begging to ignite. You told me too much yesterday. It lingered like wallpaper in my brain. I picture you behind me. Ready to give it.

My hand strokes my skin. My shoulder. Just my black nightie covers me. Love grazing with fingertips. Light back-and-forths. Goosebumps ripple. Shivers chase over my body. These soft teases. God, I crave them.

The Approach

Oh! Nipples hard as rocks. Nail circles my right areola. Wide, not too dark. Right breast always gets more love. Bigger nipple. More sensitive. Trained by touch. Action builds endurance.

Shiver. Fingers dance over tits aching to be sucked. Slurped. Gobbled. Kneaded. Swell under my palms. Begging for suction. Grab them hard. Feel the heat. The roundness. Trail down. Belly hot. Soft. Plush. Yielding.

Index swirls my navel. Down to parted thighs. Bush growing back. Letting it. Craving my black curls on my mound. No wax for a month. For you to burrow. Sniff my wild scent. Gift for your nose next meet. Not thick yet. Just an inch of black fuzz.

Patience. Soon pics from all angles. No shame. We’ll uncover each other.

Yesterday morning. Phone call. We stoked the fire. Ritual so fucking hot. Love obeying your words. Beg for your voice. That accent. It stirs my core.

You say lie naked on my bed. Face down. I do. Lift legs. Arch ass high. I do. No touching. Knees. Lordosis. I obey.

Docile. Submissive. Sweet wait.

Love being the woman begging to be fucked. Your voice on your stiff cock. Pointing to your belly. Hard as a stake. Wood. Saber to split my flesh. Precum beading your tip. Soon claiming me. You erect. Eyes on my blooming button. My asshole you crave to lick. Tongue tasting nectar. Nose in my secret flower.

Your words sway my hips. Build the blaze in my pussy. To my lips’ edge. No touch. Yet slickness seeps. Wet from want. To be taken.

Yes. Yes.

Fuck me. Fuck me, I cry.

Give me your cock. Just the tip. More. I need you.

No. Slow. Calm, you say.

The Instant

Your voice guides the pleasure. Sings my cunt. My ass. Want to take me. The Want…

Show me. Open, you command.

I’m sighs. Moans. Sweet torment. Body poised.

Finally. Touch allowed. Cross the line.

Pleasure spills slow. Clit graze. Small but wired. Left hand flat on belly. Right pinches it. Thumb-index. Slow tease. Focus. Rising waves. Dizzying.

Now dildo on clit. Pretend it’s me.

Slide it in. Take the hard shaft.

Ecstasy from toes. Up thighs. Between cheeks. Spine. Breath short. Gasps. Heat floods. Sweat between tits.

Brake fingers. Dildo. Edge of no return. Stop ten seconds. Restart slow build. Eyes shut. Mind paints you clear. All filthy possibles.

Again. Tease the brink. Hold back. But hands rebel. Clit burns. Swollen.

Wave crashes. Orgasm spasms. Vibrates. Ripples. Nails to spread fingers. Neck to hair. Tsunami. Rales escape. Cries follow. You want more. I give multiples. Deeper each time. For you. Your love of it.

Floating. Heart hammers. Dizzy bliss. Surrender. Weird. So good. Cum. Cum. Cum…

Slow return. All calms. Crave sleep. Eyes close. Content. Happy. Drift off like yesterday. Hmmm. Goodbye, my love.