Needy Nipples

The clock chimes 1 a.m.
I've just stepped into my bedroom,
I'm alone.

The night is warm,
So I open my windows,
Looking out into the blackness.

I feel a gentle breeze stroke my face
And breathe deeply of the fresh, cool night air,
Willing the quietness to still my soul.

I take off my clothing,
My sleeveless, navy blue shirt,
Pink exercise bra,
Mauve yoga pants.

Lastly, I remove my pink-flowered, seamless thong,
Just a mere scrap of fabric,
Already deliciously wet where it had been pressing against my pussy.

Crawling into my full-sized bed,
I lean back against a large cushion
And pull a pale blue satin quilt over my legs,
Enjoying its smooth softness against my skin.

I dreamily listen to music from a past relationship.
Its sound leaves me feeling wistful,
Aching,
For what could have been.

I'm lonely,
Empty,
Ravenous,
Lusting and longing
To be filled.

Hunger consumes me.
I crave to be wanted,
Taken,
Devoured.

Sitting up in bed,
I wrap my arms around my shoulders,
Hugging myself tightly.

Then I move my hands on my smooth skin and
Slowly,
Sensuously
Rub my shoulders,
Arms,
Tits,
Abs,
Hips,
Arse,
Swaying gently,
Enjoying my body
As I wish a lover
Would do.

My nipples ache,
My breasts cry out for touch
This early morning,
So I grab a couple toys --
Nipple suckers and nipple clamps.

Then, leisurely returning my hands to my tits,
I cup my fingers around my small breasts
And caress their softness and warmth.
I squeeze them gently,
Then roughly.

My nipples, alive and changing,
Become more and more awake,
Standing up taller
Beneath my touch.

Since I'm focusing on my breasts
While pleasuring myself tonight,
I've decided to see how far I can go,
How long I can last,
Without touching my clit.
Anything else goes.

I insert a finger in my pussy,
So wet and slippery,
Coating my finger with sweet pussy juice,
Bringing it up by my tits,
First tasting, then
Rubbing the wetness all over my nipples.

While rubbing my left nipple,
I reach my right hand between my legs,
Plunging my middle finger inside my wet tunnel,
Again covering my finger in pussy juice.

I slide it down across my already wet taint
To my arsehole,
Ahhh, pushing my finger inside,
Moving it back and forth,
Slowly sliding it in and out,
Moaning pleasurably with each push.

Then I switch hands,
Rubbing my right nipple
While finger fucking my arse
With my other hand,
With multiple fingers this time.

Ahhh, oh, god, I love the tightness
And the intensity of feeling in my arse,
The way my arsehole grabs my fingers,
The sense of being stuffed full.

I put both hands on my nipples now,
Rubbing them with fingers
That had been
In my ass.

I pick up a nipple sucker.
Pushing the air out of the bulb,
I press it over my right nipple,
Letting my fingers lift apart.

It grabs my nipple,
sucking it up deep,
Swallowing it whole
Inside the clear plastic tube.

I attach one to my other nipple as well.
Mmm I enjoy the strong sensations,
Blood rushing to my nipples,
Engorging them,
Increasing their sensitivity.

I lay down again,
Sprawled out on my back,
Then I squeeze the nipple suckers
Over and over.

I feel them suck,
Suck,
Suck...
Closing my eyes,
I imagine a man kneeling over me,
Sucking on my tits.

Then I give a tight, full squeeze
And the suckers completely draw up my nipples,
Suctioning strongly to my swollen,
Bright red
Nipples.

I pull the suckers straight up,
And pop!
The suction releases my nipples reluctantly,
Causing pleasure to shoot through them.
Ahhh.
Sweet pain.

Now I squeeze my nipples
With my strong fingers, tight,
Tighter...
It feels like burning fire.
Twist,
Twist,
Pull.
Ahhh.

I lower my head to my chest,
Briefly licking my right nipple,
The tip of my tongue straining to reach it
As I push my breast towards my mouth.

If only my breasts were bigger
So I could easily reach them to
Pleasure myself with my mouth.

I want a man to mouth
My lonely, needy nipples.
To lick them and
Suck them hard.
Drawing my swollen, hard nipples into his warm, wet mouth.

I want him to place his lips around my nipple,
His tongue pressing against it,
Rhythmically moving his mouth
As if he were suckling at my breast.

First gently, as a babe,
But growing in intensity
Until his hunger for my tits engulfs him
And he attacks them.

Licking, sucking, slurping,
Biting my nipples and my soft flesh,
Pawing them passionately,
Growling like a hungry animal.

Oh, god, I'm squirming on my bed,
Playing with my tits,
Feeling my pleasure build inside me,
Trying desperately to keep myself
From touching my clit.

Next I grab my nipple clamps.
I open them wide around each nipple,
Then close them as tightly as they will go,
Lessening the blood flow to the tips of my nipples.

I squeeze the very tips,
The ends poking out of the clamps.
Ouch... mmm...
So good.

I rub the tips of my nipples,
Pinch them hard,
Over and over.

I pinch the clamps tightly,
Squeezing them against my nipples,
The fire inside my tits
Rises higher and higher.

My body writhes.
My back arches,
My hips thrust in the air
And buck up and down.

My breathing comes in ragged, heavy bursts,
I moan,
Whimper,
Groan.

I
must
touch
my
clit.

While removing my clamps
The rubber covering the metal pinchers sticks briefly to my nipples,
Tugging on them.
I grimace.
Then sigh with pleasure.

Mmm the blood flows freely to my nipples once again
And they burn so deliciously.
My desire to cum burns as hot.

I pinch and twist my nipples,
Stoking the fire hotter,
Hotter.

Then finally I give myself permission to touch my clit,
And once I begin rubbing it
The wave builds up fast.

I hit the highest point with an intense rush,
And fall fast,
My body shaking and pulsing with pleasure and satisfaction.

Soon peace and relaxation
Begin replacing my restlessness and passion.
I feel light.
Dreamy.
I'm floating.
I can't stay awake any longer and
Fall into a deep, contented sleep.