This wasn't what I expected to write
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ds_flashfictionbut it's what popped into my head the minute I read about this week's challenge. 740 words from The Stella. Who knew?
Alone
Cool fingertips spread the slick flesh of her labia, the dampness making her mouth water. She remembered the times when Ray would go down on her and get her good and wet and then he’d come up and kiss her. It grossed her out the first time he did it, but she got to the point where she loved the taste of herself on his tongue.
She slid her middle finger in, coating it, and then brought it to her mouth to suck and tongue, as if it was Ray’s cock that had been inside her. The memory of the heft of male flesh sliding across her tongue made her shiver as a tiny trickle of wetness slid out of her and down along the sensitive skin towards her anus.
Ray had taught her so many secrets about her own body. He’d been patient enough on night to spend half an hour with his fingers inside her, kissing her all over while he pressed rhythmically on that spot, telling her to breathe. She’d never come so hard in her life. She’d drenched the sheets and they’d ended up sleeping on the floor that night.
Stella reached for the toy, turning it on low and rubbing it along her clit, torturing herself with the intense sensations. She pushed down a little, the added pressure making her arch her hips off the bed and choke out a greedy sound.
In her mind, it was Ray hovering over her, rubbing his erection along her slit. Impatient now, he would only give her a little of this before he entered her in one swift stroke. Stella gasped as she mimicked that vision, shoving the vibrator in roughly.
There was no mistaking the rubber toy for Ray. It was much shorter and thicker, with a pronounced curve to stimulate her g-spot. Ray had spoiled her and she rarely felt completely satisfied unless she took her time and made herself come that way.
Stella allowed a hum to escape as her arousal climbed. She ran her tongue over her lips, loving the tickle of it. It felt like when Ray would trace her mouth with a fingertip or the tip of his tongue. Smiling and stretching like a cat, she started moving the toy faster.
For a few seconds she massaged her clit with her other hand, wanting so badly to finish it now. But she lifted that hand away before she would allow orgasm to truly threaten, panting openly from the surge of adrenaline. She would have this; this would be in her control as much as any other part of her life. She would not regret her choices, she would not be sorry for the path she’d taken.
So close now, she resisted the urge to bear down and reach for completion. She breathed noisily, sound going in and coming out. Her free hand roamed over her torso, stroking the soft skin, flicking her manicured fingernails over her taut nipples until they stung with sensation. They’d still be tender in the morning.
The hand at her breasts, the one that wasn’t occupied with the pounding rhythm of the vibrator, reached above her head and grabbed the low top of the headboard, pulling, straining as her body was straining and needing to tense for that blooming, rising ache but she wouldn’t let it not yet not yet so her hand clutched the wood behind her head and her chest heaved with her breath as she whimpered and fought and squirmed and finally clenched her jaw and came, letting loose with an inarticulate, guttural sound of release. She pulled the soaking wet toy free with a sigh, turned it off and dropped it on the bed beside her, remembering Ray pulling out of her, flopping on the bed next to her and falling asleep almost immediately.
Afterwards, lying flushed and sated in the tangle of covers, the rough-soft towel under her behind damp with her release, Stella thought about why. Why did she still fantasize about her ex-husband when he’d obviously gone on to greener pastures, or whiter snow-fields to be more accurate? Why was she still alone?
Simple. Ray had been the best lover she’d ever had. And while he had been a fantastic lover, he had also been clinging and needy and stifling. This was uncomplicated, joyous and freeing. Alone suited her. It assured that no one would see her lose control again.
Alone
Cool fingertips spread the slick flesh of her labia, the dampness making her mouth water. She remembered the times when Ray would go down on her and get her good and wet and then he’d come up and kiss her. It grossed her out the first time he did it, but she got to the point where she loved the taste of herself on his tongue.
She slid her middle finger in, coating it, and then brought it to her mouth to suck and tongue, as if it was Ray’s cock that had been inside her. The memory of the heft of male flesh sliding across her tongue made her shiver as a tiny trickle of wetness slid out of her and down along the sensitive skin towards her anus.
Ray had taught her so many secrets about her own body. He’d been patient enough on night to spend half an hour with his fingers inside her, kissing her all over while he pressed rhythmically on that spot, telling her to breathe. She’d never come so hard in her life. She’d drenched the sheets and they’d ended up sleeping on the floor that night.
Stella reached for the toy, turning it on low and rubbing it along her clit, torturing herself with the intense sensations. She pushed down a little, the added pressure making her arch her hips off the bed and choke out a greedy sound.
In her mind, it was Ray hovering over her, rubbing his erection along her slit. Impatient now, he would only give her a little of this before he entered her in one swift stroke. Stella gasped as she mimicked that vision, shoving the vibrator in roughly.
There was no mistaking the rubber toy for Ray. It was much shorter and thicker, with a pronounced curve to stimulate her g-spot. Ray had spoiled her and she rarely felt completely satisfied unless she took her time and made herself come that way.
Stella allowed a hum to escape as her arousal climbed. She ran her tongue over her lips, loving the tickle of it. It felt like when Ray would trace her mouth with a fingertip or the tip of his tongue. Smiling and stretching like a cat, she started moving the toy faster.
For a few seconds she massaged her clit with her other hand, wanting so badly to finish it now. But she lifted that hand away before she would allow orgasm to truly threaten, panting openly from the surge of adrenaline. She would have this; this would be in her control as much as any other part of her life. She would not regret her choices, she would not be sorry for the path she’d taken.
So close now, she resisted the urge to bear down and reach for completion. She breathed noisily, sound going in and coming out. Her free hand roamed over her torso, stroking the soft skin, flicking her manicured fingernails over her taut nipples until they stung with sensation. They’d still be tender in the morning.
The hand at her breasts, the one that wasn’t occupied with the pounding rhythm of the vibrator, reached above her head and grabbed the low top of the headboard, pulling, straining as her body was straining and needing to tense for that blooming, rising ache but she wouldn’t let it not yet not yet so her hand clutched the wood behind her head and her chest heaved with her breath as she whimpered and fought and squirmed and finally clenched her jaw and came, letting loose with an inarticulate, guttural sound of release. She pulled the soaking wet toy free with a sigh, turned it off and dropped it on the bed beside her, remembering Ray pulling out of her, flopping on the bed next to her and falling asleep almost immediately.
Afterwards, lying flushed and sated in the tangle of covers, the rough-soft towel under her behind damp with her release, Stella thought about why. Why did she still fantasize about her ex-husband when he’d obviously gone on to greener pastures, or whiter snow-fields to be more accurate? Why was she still alone?
Simple. Ray had been the best lover she’d ever had. And while he had been a fantastic lover, he had also been clinging and needy and stifling. This was uncomplicated, joyous and freeing. Alone suited her. It assured that no one would see her lose control again.
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