by Nikki Haze
Eyes closed. My hand follows your words,
over my full breasts, gliding across my stomach.
My pussy is wet, aching.
I spread it open as if to show you.
See how much I want you?
I can make it happen fast,
twisting my clit, fingers thrusting deep.
I don’t want it fast, though.
If you were here, it would be slow…
Our eyes locked as we made love,
your passion shredding me.
Tears stream down my cheeks onto the bed.
I imagine the weight of your body.
But I go slow, eyes closed,
tolerating the imagined tenderness of your lips
on my spine,
my shoulder blades.
You hold me in your arms,
enter me from behind.
My room is cool,
but my nipples are hard
because of you;
These are not my hands
pinching my clit,
grabbing my breasts…
My cunt is pulsing.
Moans fill the empty room.
I’ve never felt so alone.
I’ve never been more consumed.
Through my own lips,
I feel yours,
your breath and mine
picking up as I swallow it down.
Screams fill the air, eyes closed.
My body shakes,
pleasure slamming through me.
You pull me in closer.
You whisper, but I cannot hear the words.
My body settles. Breathing slows.
I force myself to open my eyes.
Nikki Haze is a multi-published erotica author of over 20 titles. She write’s about bi-curious and straight characters in decadent situations. Her stories often feature exhibitionism and group sex; usually both at the same time!