From inside my panties

The house is still silent.

My first thought is the last thing you said, and it haunts me all night. I know I’ll wake up aching for release, thinking about comforting your cock with my liquid aching. Everything yearns for that completion, from the tips of my toes to my eyelashes—everything desperate to be touched by you.

I sleep in fits, fantasizing about you as I fall in and out of the night.

As the sun peeks through the window, I fall into the pre-dawn doze where I’m half awake and half lucid, dreaming about you. I ache, and my panties are soaked through.

Eyes closed, I trail my hands along my stomach first, pretending it’s you, then run the tips of my fingernails along my thighs, wishing you were exploring me so thoroughly.

I close my eyes and slip my right hand under the sheer fabric of my panties, thinking of you licking me all the way up my dripping wet slit, while my left hand trails back up my torso and cups my breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers. I dip my corresponding fingers into myself and use that wetness as lubrication.

My pussy is a stimulation banquet. I feel like satin. I work myself, eyes closed, lips parted… slowly… a little bit of pussy, a lot of clit, a little bit of pussy — reveling in the wetness, teasing my g-spot as I tease the other breast. My cunt-slick finger becomes a wet kiss on my nipple as I slide my other hand down, now restless on my turgid clit under the now-steaming curtain of my panties.

I walk through my fantasy du jour, which lately is you — only you, fuck, everywhere you. It’s you between my legs, teasing me, working me, getting me there, taking me to the edge and then pushing me over. Licking me, fucking me with your fingers while your tongue finds a rhythm that makes me squirm and push against your face, dig my fingers into your hair, and forget how to breathe.

I’m almost there at this point. It’s all clit, and it becomes a two-handed ordeal—two fingers from my left hand spreading me while I rub fast, hard, but not too hard. Every fucking muscle in my body tenses in the moment right before, and I try to drag it out as long as possible, but I need it. Fuck, I need it so bad. My toes curl, my back arches, and my pussy clenches as the first set of waves rushes over me.

I keep the pressure on my clit, and I’m so sensitive at this point. I think of you rising up, roughly kissing me as I taste myself on your face. You push at me through the panties, then move them aside and slide into me… and I have to bite the pillow to keep from crying out as the second orgasm hits, right on the back of the first.

I still keep a little pressure on my clit as the waves ebb and my thighs tremble a little…

…and the alarm goes off.

I hit snooze and drop back against the sheet. I bring one finger to my lips, just to see what I taste like, then throw a pillow over my head because I’m being a total idiot — and now that I’ve gotten off, I have nine more minutes to daydream about fucking you.

So I run through the gamut of the ways I want you in my panties, in my body, in my life. Those minutes pass fast.

I grab a cup of coffee once I’m up, still shaky-legged, tell you shy good morning, and remind you that as you go about your day, I’ll be here.

I’ll be here.

Waiting until you can finish the story between us, from inside my panties.

NOTE — The ‘listen’ button is a screen reader not an author reading.