Me, Myself, and I

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Skylark
Skylark
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Lonely, alone, 3 o’clock in the morning
in my bed and wanting, aching
for a touch from someone’s hand
my warmth is burning,
my breasts are peaked through my shirt
can’t stand to be alone
a brush, a fleeting caress, I reach under
my top
to ease the pain, my own hands
I use
shyly stroking, teasing
the nipples
oh god how they ache
massaging, pressing, it never subsides
I need so much more of it
hand slips down, skimming, tracing patterns
across my breasts, down over my stomach
my fingers just slip
beneath the waistband of my pants
hesitate, dawdle, tickling
and rubbing sensitive skin;
should I go further?
hands already slipping down,
down,
I can feel the soft down of hair as I go
and then little curling, crinkling hairs
I rake fingers through them, taunting myself
and then brush the lips of the unknown
skin so sensitive, soft and
wet
slick with my fantasies and
I find my hips jerking, arching into the fingertips
urging, they slip between the walls
thrusting a finger, then two deep, deep down
where it’s wet and so hot
and I
buck against the hand, need
more
steady, smooth rhythm
while the need grows
the heat grows too
the ache
intensifies
and i twist my
fingers
pleasuring myself with my
own hands
the other has been rubbing and
pinching
my breasts
I can’t breathe
cup my wet hand
around myself and tug, fingers
still swirling
and thrusting
and thrusting
thrusting
thrusting
harder
harder
harder
an ache spreads through my bones
god I want more
clamping my thighs together and
I writhe with delight, slipping more fingers in
panting, sweat beading my forehead and chest
I can feel my lust dripping down
to the bed beneath me
it is everywhere, my hand submerged in it, slippery
I can feel myself twitching against the fingers
that rest inside me
and I moan and sigh
lick my lips and clutch at one breast, squeezing
so hard it hurts, but it only stimulates me further
and I
continue
thrusting
harder
I wish I could taste them, feel the nipples
hard and flushed in my mouth
and against my tongue
but I must settle for my hands
to work for my mouth
for now.

Skylark
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