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Click hereI can't wait. But I am.
I can't think, but thoughts overwhelm me.
You can't touch me, but I am touched.
I am naked, but I feel clothed.
I can't smell you, but your scent teases me.
I smell roses and cut grass on the sticky breeze.
I turn my face to your pillow and breathe you in.
My hand slides down ....
Breasts
Belly
Below.
The faint noise of my slipping hand lost in my breathing.
Heavy
Hot
Short
Fast
Faster.
I close my eyes, there...right...there..
A strangled sigh.
I close my eyes tighter..I can see you
Your hair tickles my thigh
Your tongue teases me..
My hand moves lower..fill me
Harder
Faster
Deeper
Lighter
Slower
Then faster again.
I hear your voice....come for me.
I answer with a moan.
You take me to heaven and I touch the stars.
Oh God, so good..so good.
Breath slowing, slow
Slower...relax.
I couldn't wait, but I am waiting.
My hands and legs shake.
But I am alone.
I am stretched, but empty.
I touched the stars, but I am unsatisfied.
I want to hold them in my hands.
I miss you...
I can't wait, but I am waiting.
Come home soon.
words that bring forth erotic vivid images of self masturbation to a very yummy ending.
I don't understand why no one has commented on this. Just this one phrase: "I touched the stars, but I am unsatisfied.
I want to hold them in my hands," amazes me. I don't understand why I'm so excited by your poetry, exactly, but I'm glad I encountered it. This was an earlier submission, but I really like your stuff. (Not for the subject matter, but for the poetic finesse.)