Quiet time alone (Part 2)
Added 2020-08-19 20:12:58 +0000 UTCPrivacy and time alone have been in short supply during this fucking pandemic, but everyone went swimming and I have the house to myself for an hour at least.
It’s summer sticky hot, but the fan on the windowsill feels so good against my bare thighs as I lean back and slip my sundress up.
I trace my fingers across my panties, the wet spot doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been thinking of her all morning, how it felt when I stretched around her fingers, her other hand gripping the back of my neck firmly (the way farmers pick up kittens).
She’s learning that I want more even when I’ve had enough. She’s learning that I’m not done until she says I’m done, that I like playing by her rules. I call her boss for a reason.
It takes only a moment of my own attention before I feel it coming in waves, the clothespins on my nipples and the vibrations against my clit send me soaring. This climax pulsates through me, I suck out of habit or reflex, too many lovers who like to keep my mouth busy.
The cicada hum is loud enough to keep me here.
