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****First story I’ve written in years, feedback is much appreciated. Particularly seeking tips on closing off the ending***

It’s mid-afternoon, in the middle of summer. Lying on my back, next to the sleeping man beside me, the air from the fan cascades over my face. Bodies relaxed and warm under the covers, we bask in the much-needed rest from the late night before. Looking over at the lover by my side, I watch the rise and fall of his chest beneath the covers. He’s fallen asleep, as he does with ease each time, an ability I’m both admirable and slightly envious of. I have dozed in the half hour or so we’ve been beneath the sheets, now in a state of blissful relaxation. I’m aware, awake, and increasingly aroused.

The itch of desire has lingered in the background most of the day, it’s claws now grasp me deep in this tranqued state. I revel in the familiar coil that undulates low in my abdomen. Warmth and arousal unfurls throughout my body and prime my imagination with impure fantasies.

Breathe. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Attempting to self-soothe becomes a suggestion in and of it’s own. I’m tempted to wake him and get the satisfaction I crave.

I’ve been teased all week, choosing to deny my own orgasms each time we make love. He’s tried over and over to make me cum, he’s got a talented mouth and tongue that can send me in minutes, sheets soaked. I’m a lucky girl to have a man who’s got an oral fixation…for me. As a bit of a masochist, I like to stop him right as the waves of pleasure are about to drown us both. Being turned on turns me on more. Being frustrated further fuels my fire.

Still lying at his side, I withstand the overpowering urge to roll over onto him and take what I want. It would be selfish, wouldn’t it? Restraining myself from acting on the force of sexual energy only redirects it’s attention to my pussy; now throbbing with longing.

I need stimulation. I can’t stand being in this state and not feeling something. As subtly as feasible, I slip my hand down underneath the covers and cup my pussy over my thin cotton shorts. Pressing my cupped palm against myself heats the coiling arousal, I feel myself pulsing, inside and out.

Extending an index finger, I delicately stroke my clit up and down. It’s barely a tickle, and it’s something. Driving myself crazy only gives me more ideas for later…

It feels naughty touching myself while laying right beside him. Looking over, I steal a glance at him, studying his account and focus on his lips. Another trigger for inspiration of the erotic places my mind visits. I can almost feel the tongue between my legs, parting my folds and lapping the sweet spot. Riled up, my middle finger joins in on the fun, I apply modest pressure and repeatedly nudge my clit. The bundle of nerves responds readily, sending pleasure through my lower belly. I dip a finger further down to test the waters. As expected, sticky wetness coats my fingertip. I wish he could feel how wet I am, he’d be inclined to dive right in.

Taking my free hand, I gently reach up and grasp his hair, lightly stroking his scalp. My arm twitches as the urge to clutch his hair tightly in my fingers, pull his head back, and straddle his face overwhelms me.I know he probably wouldn’t mind being woken up in such a way, but I refrain from disturbing the peace and return to provoking my own dilemma.

Knowing my own limits, I slow my fingers from toying with myself. Back to feathering my clit with one fingertip, this time in circles. I know I will continue this game later. I also knew this was just a tease when I started. I back down from crossing the threshold of release, the mental and physical create up are quickly ramping up to a point of no return.

Exploring the edges of my mind and body’s control is a tantilizing exercise in intensifying my the erotic energy I love to indulge. There can only be more to come later.

NSFW: yes

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