by Whispersecret ©
Anxious and needy, she searches the net
For tempestuous tales and pulse-pounding lies.
She reads with a hunger that e'er leaves her breathless
From fictional sex she can visualize.
There in
the darkness emblazoned on-screen
She reads of them coupling in uncontrolled lust
Shares in their friction, the heat and the slickness
Moans and imagines each bone-jarring thrust.
Her temperature
rises, her pulse races quicker
Her nipples contract as her eyes scan the screen
Her fingers do seek her own tingling pussy
To pleasure herself all alone and unseen.
A vicarious
sampling of sensual beings
Envious urges envelop and hold,
She longs for adventure in succulent visions,
The feelings evoked as each tale unfolds.
She's drawn
by the lewdness, the frank, vital language
The lecherous acts all portrayed on the net
The fucking, the sucking, the wild copulation
So wholly described in each graphic vignette.
When she
reads of the climaxes on the computer
Of pearly hot jism in strong, pulsing streams,
Her orgasm wracks her with plentiful spasms,
A steamy profusion of passionate cream.
Flushed and
suffused with a secret contentment
She closes the portal to digital thrills
Until, once again she is lured by the promise
Her sexual cravings as yet unfulfilled.