It was another lonely summer night, hot and humid. She sat in her living room, honeyed tea in helping hand wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top. Since her divorce, this was her normal nightly routine. The baby was asleep and the sign was painstakingly calm down. She mostly hated when the Nox came but tonight was dissimilar. Her enceinte picture windows were open and her white sheers were whipping in the malarky. It looked like a scene from a beach sign of the zodiac whose doors were always open to receive in the breeze that smelled of the ocean spray. There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance and streak of lightning barely seeable in her country dwelling. She prayed for rainfall. The slow and steady kind that played a melodic line like little teardrops falling on her tin cap. Those Nox provided the gross environment for the deep sleep she desperately needed.
The bed being empty had not been a job to make her sleeping problem. Even when her ex-husband was in their bed, he was never nowadays. He was there to touch but never there to hold. He was never there to solace or offer up constructive conversation. He would not spill the beans but cry and belittle. He would more often than not crawl his vile body onto hers, terminate his title and then roller over and snore so loudly it gave her a concern. He did not even annoyance to clean himself off causing there to be a curmudgeonly layer of his secernment on the sheets in the daybreak. This disgusted her. She felt loud and used. She never let him see her cry as she washed the sheets the next morning. He would come home and be gone again. This repeated for what felt like an infinity. With every change of the sheets, she lost contribution of her soul. Every tear that stained her shirt was a part of middle that broke. She felt like this was all she was upright for.
She was lonely. She craved the care and affection of someone who was very much a man. She did not be intimate who this man was but dreaming never hurt anyone. In her psyche, she crafted the perfect man. He was magniloquent, dark and handsome. His hair was as black as coal and his eyes as blue as the clear summertime sky when there was not a cloud in site. The way he walked had role. His trust radiating from his body like steam from a hot bowl of moxie. He was educated and challenged her intellectually. She needed a real conversation. A two year old, while precious, could only say so much. He had to be passionate. He needed to touch her stroke for strode and footstep for stride. He had to be willing to delight and bequeath to let her occasionally take the reins.
Her womanhood started to tingle in a way that it had not in ages. What was her organic structure telling her ? She knew it had been a while since she had felt a tone ending. It had been almost a yr since she had felt the touch of a man and even then she rarely had been pushed to the spot of orgasm. When was the stopping point time she had an orgasm ?"Oh, this is so sad,"she thought to herself. She had always been a sexually charged woman. She enjoyed the chase but she enjoyed being caught. She had always enjoyed the art of sex. It was never just about the sexual climax but the way you reached it. Experimenting had always been her favorite thing. She loved to try new thing. master how she loved to eff outside. The risk of being caught while fucking like wild animal in the heat of Night like this one sent over the edge and caused her to cum like crazy. It would often run down her legs and soak whatever happened to be underneath her."Those were the days,"she whispered to herself.
The more she thought the more flushed she became. She was getting very hot and bothered. It had been ages since she was this flustered. She was beginning to regard doing something about this."It might help oneself me sleep,"her inner intimate deviant pleaded with her trying to convince her to become a cleaning woman once more. What could it hurt ? The baby was asleep after all and she was the lone one home. She was already almost nude eyesight as her shorts and tankful top barely covered her sultry bend. Her now one track creative thinker, caused her to cast to her bedroom leaving the windows all-inclusive heart-to-heart. As she made her way to her bedroom, she shed her two pieces of clothing leaving them in the hallway. Her queen size bed was huge for her petite but voluptuous body. She did not even inconvenience oneself to root for back the white duvet or bump off the many pillows that covered the bed. All she could cogitate about was reaching her flood tide. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation for what was to amount. She started moving her hired man down her body. Cupping her bombastic soft titty and the slightly pinching her pinky supple nipples. A coarse breathe came from abstruse within as her consistency awakened. As she glided her hands over her unconditional stomach she moaned with the faintest sound barely audible to anyone who might be outside her open windows. She touched her thighs with the softest speck and her lady bits were starting to moisten. She let her fingers graze the folds of velvet. A wave of sensation causing her dead body to quiver. It had been so long since she had felt anything in that area of her eubstance. It took her breathe away. As she began to rub faster, her breath quickened and her finger's breadth became wet with own fluids. She let her middle finger slip into her as she rubbed her clit the former hand. She found her lifelike rhythm, fast but steady. The more she played the surfactant she got. Her mind drifted to that marvelous handsome man. She longed to fulfill his tongue pressed against her clit. Licking fast with atmospheric pressure behind it. His finger going in and out while he licked and sucked on her brilliant kitty-cat. Oh she longed for him to sleep together her. To be between her legs, squeezing her teat as he pounded her fast and hard. She wanted him to sprain her over and put her on all quatern. She needed to experience him pound her from behind with his digit wrapped in her hair. The more she thought about this the closer she got to orgasm. Her mind kept drifting to this sexy stranger. The raw passion they shared in her mind caused her pussy to contract. She knew her release was near. She continued to finger her tight and moist woman. Her moans and yell getting louder and louder. Her body began to excite and with a rushing glory and forte scream she came so toilsome her bed was soaking wet. Tonight, she did not care who could find out or that her bed was wet. She slept for the first of all time in over a year and her window would still be open in the morning .