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Spring Awakening

Last night I was turned on for the first time in a long while. I’d forgotten that I could do it. I’d forgotten that other people liked to do it for me. For once the exchange of dirty words and dirty photos was tinged with magic; soaked in salaciousness. I felt the sure, quaking need for him in the folds of my cunt, in each slippery journey of my fingers. It feels good to be alive. To masturbate for pleasure, for desire, not only as a mechanical process to shepherd in sleep.
He was neither coy nor domineering – each photo was measured, and not captioned with his desired response. He expected no adulation, did not insist upon steering the narrative of my pleasure. He knew I’d want it.
His cock was perfect, laying flat upon his belly in a solid, white glory. I could picture my body in deference to it, lips pursed all the way down to his red hair. It makes me happy to know I am not dead yet.
Situations, restrictions make us bold. Make us different. But I have always been the greedy girl with lust in her eyes and flushing her chest. I make no apologies for her, she speaks truth to power. She speaks dick to balls and all the way back again.
I have wanted the closeness and saturation of sex in a hundred different ways before and during and will continue long into the after, but last night I salivated, shuddered and tried to hide behind indifference to get what I craved. I cursed twenty eight miles of motorway. Cursed the Pennines.
In that moment the truths were simple – I wanted him. I wanted him in my airspace, his skin on mine, his flesh in mine. I wanted the taste of his cum and the smell of his sweat and the weight of his cock on my tongue as I knelt beside the oven, sucking him but trying not to distract from him cooking dinner.
They were truths then, and it is only human that they are not truths now. That does not make them lies.

Masturbation Monday

2 Comments

  1. I love this line: “For once the exchange of dirty words and dirty photos was tinged with magic; soaked in salaciousness.”

  2. Fucking hell, your writing is incredible. You write with such power and persuasion that I get lost in your words for a minute, no matter how long the post is. I was going to pick out the same line as Kayla (it made me have squirmy feels) but instead I’m gonna say that I really loved this part: “Situations, restrictions make us bold. Make us different. But I have always been the greedy girl with lust in her eyes and flushing her chest.”

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