Alone Again

Poem Info
What happens when you're alone?
499 words
4.84
1.5k
3
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

I went upstairs, quietly closed the door behind me.

Went to the drawer to get my ‘friend’.

I laid down on the bed, undid my pants and slid them off.

I arched my back to unfasten my bra.

I slid my hands up to my breasts, cupping them and closed my eyes.

I tried to remember all the things you’ve said to me.

I Pinched and pulled at my nipples.

I Rubbed my thighs together.

I slid one hand down to my mound and cupped my pussy, my fingers stroked her softly.

Fantasizing.

Mmmm, I'm soooo wet.

My lips full and swollen.

My hips moving without thought.

It feels so good.

With each rock of my hips, I'm pressing my finger further into my seam.

Firmly with more friction, my finger is sliding from my asshole to my clit.

I'm so slippery.

My lips hugging my middle finger.

I'm so wet.

Reaching for my friend, I'm pressing him near my opening.

He's big and solid.

Imagining.

With my eyes closed it's you.

Slowly rocking my hips up and down, you inch further in.

My lips stretching to fit you.

you're filling me so fully, I'm still getting used to your size.

Slowly you go deeper and deeper and I clench around you, heightening the stimulation.

My hand abandons my breasts, sliding down my stomach to my pussy.

I bracket your cock with my fingers.

I'm stroking my lips while my palm rubs my clit.

You're all the way in now, and I pull you back out again.

Tighter and tighter I grip.

Faster and faster I thrust.

My breathing is short and keeps catching.

I need to be quiet.

Ho Man, I love when you fuck me.

I'm circling my clit with two fingers, so gently.

I'm so fucking soft.

You're sliding in and out of me.

My thighs and sheets are wet from squirting.

I can feel my orgasm coming.

Oh God!

Moving on tempo, constant and deep.

I roll to my side and slide my hand to my ass.

I want to feel you there.

The heel of my hand is rubbing on my clit as you fuck me.

One finger is pressing my asshole.

Not deep though, just in the entrance.

In and out.

In and out.

It's so hard to get a unison rhythm with both hands.

I'm so frustrated because I am so close

Fuck!

I want you to take me so hard.

I am getting close.

Ho man!

I'm holding my hand on my bum, still with my finger inside.

You continue to fuck me faster and faster, so deep and hard.

Oh Gaaaahd I’m gonna cum.

I'm holding my breath subconsciously.

Clenching constantly, my vag tight, almost locked, needing more.

Bumping over every little vein and ridge on your cock, more friction.

Cumming!

Fuuuuuuck on whispered breath

Every muscle is clenched.

Every muscle releases.

Breathing deeply now.

My legs thumping

My pussy thumping

My body thumping

I open my eyes, alone again.

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
8 Comments
Lonegun750Lonegun750over 1 year ago

Wow! Watching through your words. Amazing the way you pull the reader in!

Lonegun750Lonegun750over 1 year ago

Wow! Watching through your words. Amazing the way you pull the reader in!

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

In self-pleasure, we're never insecure, never self-doubting, and never told: "no." It's a beautiful poem about the power of the one who always says: "yes."

BenLongBenLongalmost 2 years ago

Nice! Self satisfaction at its best!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

Beautiful. I can feel you through your words.

Show More
Share this Poem

Similar poems

Wash Me You ask me to bathe you, this is how I’d do it
Wake Up Call I want to be your sexy alarm clock!
Toxic Obsession
Strike a Match One touch ignites me.
When Hands First Touch Online lovers meet for the first time.
More Stories