MistressFeathers
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It is 3am; I am awake. Unable to sleep, I think about you.
The curtains in my room are open, through the window I can see the dark silhouette of the willow tree that is in the courtyard below my apartment. Looking up I can see some stars shining brightly, a brilliant contrast against the dark night sky. It is hot in my room so I open the small, top window to let in a breeze. It drifts gently in, shifting the curtains in its wake and carries with it the noises from outside. People coming back from clubs, traffic and the occasional siren as emergency vehicles speed past the block and on up to the estate.
Although the breeze is cooling me down, my fitful slumber has left me feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Propping my bedroom door open I walk to the bathroom and run a bath. I return to my room, undress and put on my dressing gown. I gather my towels, soap and sponge and return to the bathroom. I shut and lock the door, remove my gown and cross to the bath. I feel the temperature of the water with my hand, deciding it to be fine I turn off the taps and gently lower myself into the deep warm water. I lay back and let the
water run over me, immersing me, covering every inch of my body in a tidal wave of liquid comfort.
I lather soap onto the sponge and massage it over my body, cleansing me of my uncomfort. When I have finished, I lay back into the water again to wash the suds from me. I take the soap up once more and lather it, this time into my hands. Using the soap as a lubricant, I play with myself. I trace my breasts with my fingers, as you have done so many times before; gently massaging the flesh and squeezing the nipples until they are erect. The water has grown cold now, so I get out and wrap myself in the gown; imagining that the fabric is you and that your arms are around me - supporting, cradling and holding me tight. I gather my things and unplug the bath, the water softly gurgling away as I leave and re-enter my bedroom.
I quietly close the door of my room and lock it. Looking through the window I can see that most of the people in my apartment block have gone to sleep; their curtains are drawn and their lights extinguished. I let my gown drop to the floor and cross the room to my bed; the cool cotton sheets pulled back from when I relinquished my earlier attempts of sleep. I pull back the covers so that the bed is roughly made, and lie on top of the bedspread, letting the cool night breeze dry the water from my naked body. The windows have a thin layer of condensation on them; the tiny streams of water running down the pane mirroring ones on my body.
Between my breasts is a small pool of water, I dip my fingers into it and begin to trace my breasts again. My nipples are still hard from the attention I paid them in the bath. So I concentrate on the area around them; tickling them delicately with my fingertips until all the water has gone; evaporated into the night-time air. While I have been playing with my breasts, I have become aware of the wind gently tousling the pubic hair between my legs.
Subconsciously, I have opened my legs so that the wind has greater access to me. It roams as if it were your fingers; between my legs, onto and into my still wet vagina. I moan at its gentle intrusion and strain towards it, trying to get the breeze to push its way deep inside me.
I snake my right hand down my body, softly stroking the flesh as I make the descent to my vagina. I pull back the mounded flesh with my hand and massage the rapidly enlarging clitoris with my middle finger.
I think of you while I play with myself. I imagine that you are here beside me; that it is you and not the wind, nor myself, that is inside me. I pretend that you are here with me; thrusting your fingers deep inside, making me buckle and moan at your forceful attentions. Or that you are gently flicking your tongue over my swelling clitoris and it is not merely a midnight breeze. I thrust my fingers into myself again, pull them out and push them back again; building a gentle rhythm. A rhythm that grows and changes with my needs; my need of you to be here, my need of a physical and emotional satisfaction - the need of orgasm. Steadily the rhythm quickens, until its rapidity is met by a crashing wave of comfort, joy, heat and dizziness.
The wave seems to start from everywhere and nowhere, and takes me away from my room up into the heavens. I feel as if I am a butterfly on a midsummer’s breeze; I am being carried from one brilliant and intense emotion and sensation to another. I have no control over where I am going but instead relax into the flow and allow myself to drift in and out of this ecstasy that fills me. I slump back onto the pillow as I am exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm.
It is 4am; I am asleep, dreaming about you.
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