She. Her. Me.

She. Her. Me.

I wait empty with yearning

The hot ache between my legs

Waiting, wanting, willing

My hand is your hand trailing down my breasts

Our fingers circling my delicate softness

They slide further, lightly grazing the valley between my thighs.

We dip our eager tips into the moist cavern before tasting the sweet honey within

Now we tease me, we always know what I like best

The grinding, rubbing, sweet friction

Pleasure is the center of my universe as everything wells up in me with exquisite tension

It starts far away, building and rising in me like a tide

The wave grows and with it my need for release

The tension almost unbearable

With eyes clentched tight my hips buck wildly, seeking what hands alone can never give

For a moment I become aware of a panting, a moaning, before realizing it is my own

Then with hands rubbing, hips grinding, and fingers probing I explode

A warm sweetness flows from head to toe and I ride the wave no longer in control

I shudder, convulse and and feel the breath forced from my body

When I open my eyes again, I am alone.