Hunger and Memories

It had been two months now, since Marci had experienced the ‘haunting’ of being ‘taken’ by me in Austin Texas, but it still lingered at the edges of her daily consciousness as a nagging distraction. Though she had tried valiantly to suppress, block or deny those thoughts and feelings that threatened to intrude upon her self-determination to ever need or be consumed by me again, she had to admit mixed but strong heartstrings to the vivid memories of that night and threads to our past. Marci being a sensual creature is always in tune with her body, as a young woman. The telltale signs of arousal are there, her flushed condition with the resultant ‘heat’… the tingle or itch of her pussy. If she dared to touch herself…there are no doubts about her being ‘wet’ with latent desire as well.
With a sigh of resignation, she realized that like all the other recent nights, if sleep was ever to find her…she would have to breakdown and pleasure herself in order to dim the turmoil of thoughts lingering in the back of her mind…not mention, tire herself out so that sleep might come. After a month’s worth of successive nights of this… she’d also given up on the idea of ever satiating the gnawing desire. She breathed in deeply for a moment as if girding herself for what must follow, while stretching out fully onto her back with legs slightly parted and arms beside her. She moves her right hand to rest and pause briefly on her stomach before moving to lightly caress her belly button with her fingertips. Slowly she works her way along the flat of her stomach upward, her thumb reaching further up to caress the underside of her breast while the little finger kept its teasing contact with her belly button. She shivers slightly as her skin prickled, capped off by a noticeable intake of breathe.

As if without conscious thought, her left hand moved of its own accord to glide over her left hip to the sensitive juncture of skin between thigh and pussy. The fingertips of this hand tracing a circle around her pubis mound… pleased by the overall smoothness of her skin as shaved. All that remained was a small tuft of blond hair above her sex. She bit her bottom lip as she slightly flexed her hips up and down, while her right hand had come up to feel the heft of her right breast and caress its underside. She brought both hands up her body then, seeking to build her overall arousal better… and eventual climax through particular attention paid to her breasts. Taking a nipple in one hand between forefinger and thumb, she squeezed it while lifting the other breast up with the other palm. The nipple between her fingers responding to the pressure began to delightfully ache… squeezing harder and twisting it a little produce a sharper pain. But a ‘good’ kind of pain! She thought. Her reason suggested that she should stop, while desire countered that she could take more… that she wanted to take more! Her internal battle subsided briefly, before her other hand moved from merely hefting the other breast to a grasp of its nipple as well. The sweet torment began again, only this time with both nipples delightfully aching from being twisted and pulled, the rise and fall of pressure over and over again… highlighted by the pain of her bitten lower lip.

Marci’s desire continues to grow along with her mounting sexual tension. Her pussy cried out to be touched, so she raised her left thigh crossing it over the right, and squeezing them together to offer any kind of pressure to it in the meantime. The delicious pain and pleasure of her breasts became too much. She used her tongue to wet her lips now dry from her sharp breathing … almost as if all bodily moisture has disappeared in favor of her pussy. She released her right breast… sending that hand down her body to push between her crossed thighs. The instant her probing index and middle finger hit the top of her damp pussy, an involuntary prolonged moan escapes from her… as finally they met her so sensitive bud. Both fingers searching and reaching… and pushing down. Her juices coating them in sweet slickness as her labia parted and caressed them back. She curled them up through her folds, pressing her clit and delivering a delightful mix of pain and pleasure through aching sensitivity. Overwhelmed with both pleasure and a need for completion, she twisted onto her side, her right hand of three fingers shoved in as far as possible… stretching herself as far as possible, but unfortunately unable to reach that bundle of nerves deep inside. That would take longer fingers than she possessed! Her thighs squeezing tight together, their weight and pressure adding to the ‘frigging’ of her fingers. With great anticipation, she twisted, both squeezing and pressing down harder and faster with hand and thighs as another low guttural moan escapes from her lips. But yet her climax is slow to mount!

Then she hears a noise, looking at the door, she sees me standing there naked. I let my gaze slide over her. She lay partially on her back, her arms open, breasts high and nearly bared by the satin sheet just clinging to her curves.