Late at night, with nothing but a red, satin night shirt pulled loosely around her, she began her ritual of self-love. She was going to make love to herself, fully and completely, just as if she was her own best lover. Nothing could ever replace the touch of a real lover though, their fingers caressing her body, making her squirm and moan with erotic delight, arousing her passions. Her full, soft, round breasts needed to be caressed and her nipples had hardened to rock-hard peaks that needed to be pulled, pinched, and twisted. Her skin was soft and supple, moistened by shea butter, and it glistened in the soft night light. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel the soft, sensuous lips of her lover softy sucking, licking, and nibbling those peaks of pleasure. The sensations traveled to her clit and caused her to get even wetter and far more aroused.
It was the throbbing between her legs that caused her body to thrash about in wild abandon. The soft petals of her yoni flower blossomed open and its fragrant aroma was intoxicating. Slowly, her hands slid down the soft expanse of her tummy, moving toward the junction of pleasure that resided between her legs. She spread the lips of her pussy and her fingers found the spot that would eventually drive her to fits of ecstasy. Stroking her hardened clit with one hand and thrusting the fingers of her other hand past her inner lips and deep inside her sweet spot, she got lost in her ritual of pleasure. Lips parted, legs spread, her breathing became labored and her moans grew in intensity.
She wanted to feel her lover’s body on top of hers, crushing her, taking her breath away. She wanted to taste the salty nape of his neck, feel his hot breath against her skin, hear his profane and erotic confessions of how delirious and light-headed her pussy made him feel. He was not there. It was not his steely erection she felt thrusting savagely in and out of her. She was alone and responsible for her own mounting pleasure, calling her to the pinnacle of release. Her glasses were fogged and her sexy brown body tossed, turned, and writhed with seething hotness. She exploded in erotic surrender with her imaginary lover and only her pillow to hold tight.
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