Dizzying Dots and Wavy Lines

Waiting, facing the wall, heart thundering in my chest. I sense eyes on me, his, but someone else’s, too. His feel safe, dependable, right. The others are full of unknown adventure, hunger, promised lust. The covetous leer shivers down my spine, settles in my center, heats my blood.

Desire brushes against me, filling my vision with dizzying dots and wavy lines. Caressing, burning my exposed skin. My nipples stand erect, small hairs stand on end. Everything inside me fights to remain in place, not to turn, to crawl on hands and knees and kneel at their feet. To beg.

“She’s beautiful, no?” He asks the other softly.

The response tingles deep inside, creates a trickle of warmth between my thighs.

“She certainly is. I can smell her arousal from here. It’s the sweetest nectar. May I have a taste?”

Footsteps behind me, a shuffling over the plush rug. A static charge zips through me, making me jump, catching my breath in my throat. Rough fingers trace the line between my thighs, pressing up my skirt. Two hands are on me, kneading, spreading my cheeks apart. Cool air tickles my sodden entrance. A moment passes, then two. Nevertheless, I wait.

I relax under calloused hands that hold me open to a fiery gaze. My breath finds a rhythm, my eyes close. Finger’s caress, thumbs move towards my center, pull me open, seeking my depths. A warm breath from each exhalation tempts me to press back, to force on him what I know he wants to take.

Time stretches, thoughts turn inward. Resisting the urge to shuffle, to change position, to move and force his hand, I groan. A sound pregnant with frustration, anticipation, and unrest.

As if that is his cue, the tip of his tongue cascades through my wet flesh.

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