MindPlay
Author
Nordika
original
Source: Wayback Machine
nordika writes "
The night begins to slowly envelope her world, the sun gleaming it's last rays before it is laid to rest for another day.
All day her body was in a state of wanting. She awoke with an ache between her thighs. When she reached sleepily between them her fingers slipped along the pink folds. She had entertained the idea of playing but time being what it was, she figured it was best to wait until she did not have to rush.
At work her thoughts drifted constantly. Every time a moment of inactivity presented itself she was off in another fantasy. Hot bodies pressing, mouths devouring, fingers pinching, twisting, teeth scraping. Her body felt wave after wave of desire almost reaching that crest but denied by the realities of the day. A voice or the phone ripping her back to the present.
Her mind taunted her with these visions. Her centre in a constant state of moist hunger as she pushed forward just wanting to be finished so she could feed this need.
Finally the work was done and she headed home. The walk only afforded more delicious teases. The wind whipping this way and that kissed the bare thighs under her wrap skirt. It stroked her hair and caressed her cheek. The sun was hot against her skin and she could feel the tiny rivulets of perspiration beading up between her breasts as she walked up the hill to her home, tickling as they trickled downward to her belly.
Just a few more steps and she was sure she would be free. She could release this surmounting pressure. The key in the lock then door opened to be greeted by her little lion cat Thor. She dropped everything in the hall, shut the door and was ready to head upstairs when the phone rang. Call display said it was a call she must take.
Her mind worked hard to maintain focus as the person on the other end relayed details that should've mattered but at that moment did not. She scribbled them down furiously trying to end the conversation without being abrupt. The subtle hints taken the caller said good bye and she was ready. She was more than ready... Her mind was now swimming in fantasies.
She let her hand slip down over her belly and inside her blue cotton thong to find them drenched, the anticipation made her breaths sharp and her legs quiver.
She made it half way up the stairs to have her progress halted by a knock at the door. She cursed in her mind, a string of profanity that would have made a sailor blush, as she made her way back down and to the door. This time she was not concerned with politeness. She answered to find someone trying to get her to sponsor some charity thing. She told them she was busy and to come back another time. She then shut the door, locked it and made a decision to not answer any doors, phones, Instant messages or any other bloody thing.
She took the stairs two at a time, ripping her top off as she went. By the top of the stairs her bra was on the floor. As she flung the door to her bedroom open her skirt was a pile in the hallway. Her thong made it to the closet door where her toys were kept. This famine called for more than just a simple set of fingers. Her fantasies demanded more than that.
She took the bag and laid it on the bed next to her as she flopped back on it, feeling the cool softness of the cotton sheets against her nakedness. Everything that touched her in this state, from the sheets to the air to her own hands was the epitome of sensual. Her skin reveled in it all. As she laid there her hands began to slowly explore the wonders of her body. Fingertips traced from her jaw line, down her throat over her plump breasts where they stopped to roll a pert nipple between them before they continued on their path. Down and down her hand went following the line down the centre of her midriff over her soft belly and past the smooth shaved mound between her legs finding the slickness that had been waiting for her all day.
As the fingers of her right hand dabbled in the wetness her left hand searched the bag next to her for a toy to enhance. She pulled out a vibrator, purple and ribbed and just the right size to help her in her fantasizing. She let her mind race as the buzzing tool tickled and pressed against her aching clit then slipped inside. She imagined his hot mouth pressing against her flesh, nipping the soft skin of her thighs that her fingers pinched to enhance the sensation. She visualized him hard against her filling her slowly at first.
She continued to work the vibrator in and out of her hot wetness, pressing as deep as it would go then pulling out excruciatingly slow. He was there on top of her, her legs held open by imaginary binds as the vibrator became his shaft tormenting her in it's slow rhythm. So deep it ached then so close to leaving her it made her strain to have it fill her again. She toyed with herself never giving in to the desire to rush ahead to that orgasm.
Her hands became his hands as the free one roamed over her body, pinching, twisting, stroking and petting every inch of her writhing body. Her other hand worked the vibrator letting the pace increase just a little. In her mind she let his words wash over her consciousness. Don't stop they said. Only a little, not the whole way they demanded. She obliged his vision only allowing the tip to enter making her want to plunge it deep inside. She restrained herself against the urges. She played this game in her mind Faster now the voice dictated Deeper.... All the way fast and hard. With a guttural moan she slammed the toy deep inside then again as the voice had said. She rode it hard, hips thrusting forward with each downward stroke. Her voice rose in crests moaning, whimpering then crying out.
Her breaths came in panting bursts as her body edged ever closer to that moment of perfect release and then the voice in her head demanded STOP!. She cried out and came to a screeching halt not moving a muscle just laying there. Her body was quivering, yearning, struggling to maintain the stillness when her imaginary lover allowed her to continue, this time with the familiar rolling thunder of Don't Stop. Yes... Don't Stop. She had no intentions of stopping this time as she rode that wave again, her skin moist, her one hand stroking her clit the other working the toy fast, mercilessly. Her breathing was sparatic and sharp, breaking for the moans and whimpers that cut the air around her. Higher and higher the waves rose until there was no stopping, no turning back and with a final cry of ecstasy she came. With each crest and insuing cry she released days worth of pent up hunger, desire, want and need to the universe.
Her legs intinctively pulled up to her belly tight and closed for a moment then stretched out again, running leisurly against the sheets, her skin dimpling at the cool air that whisked the moisture from her. Her breasts heaved as she laid there for a while just catching her breath and letting the whole experience wash over her....
Sometimes you just can't wait for reality.... And the mind is a mighty lover when allowed to be free...
"
The night begins to slowly envelope her world, the sun gleaming it's last rays before it is laid to rest for another day.
All day her body was in a state of wanting. She awoke with an ache between her thighs. When she reached sleepily between them her fingers slipped along the pink folds. She had entertained the idea of playing but time being what it was, she figured it was best to wait until she did not have to rush.
At work her thoughts drifted constantly. Every time a moment of inactivity presented itself she was off in another fantasy. Hot bodies pressing, mouths devouring, fingers pinching, twisting, teeth scraping. Her body felt wave after wave of desire almost reaching that crest but denied by the realities of the day. A voice or the phone ripping her back to the present.
Her mind taunted her with these visions. Her centre in a constant state of moist hunger as she pushed forward just wanting to be finished so she could feed this need.
Finally the work was done and she headed home. The walk only afforded more delicious teases. The wind whipping this way and that kissed the bare thighs under her wrap skirt. It stroked her hair and caressed her cheek. The sun was hot against her skin and she could feel the tiny rivulets of perspiration beading up between her breasts as she walked up the hill to her home, tickling as they trickled downward to her belly.
Just a few more steps and she was sure she would be free. She could release this surmounting pressure. The key in the lock then door opened to be greeted by her little lion cat Thor. She dropped everything in the hall, shut the door and was ready to head upstairs when the phone rang. Call display said it was a call she must take.
Her mind worked hard to maintain focus as the person on the other end relayed details that should've mattered but at that moment did not. She scribbled them down furiously trying to end the conversation without being abrupt. The subtle hints taken the caller said good bye and she was ready. She was more than ready... Her mind was now swimming in fantasies.
She let her hand slip down over her belly and inside her blue cotton thong to find them drenched, the anticipation made her breaths sharp and her legs quiver.
She made it half way up the stairs to have her progress halted by a knock at the door. She cursed in her mind, a string of profanity that would have made a sailor blush, as she made her way back down and to the door. This time she was not concerned with politeness. She answered to find someone trying to get her to sponsor some charity thing. She told them she was busy and to come back another time. She then shut the door, locked it and made a decision to not answer any doors, phones, Instant messages or any other bloody thing.
She took the stairs two at a time, ripping her top off as she went. By the top of the stairs her bra was on the floor. As she flung the door to her bedroom open her skirt was a pile in the hallway. Her thong made it to the closet door where her toys were kept. This famine called for more than just a simple set of fingers. Her fantasies demanded more than that.
She took the bag and laid it on the bed next to her as she flopped back on it, feeling the cool softness of the cotton sheets against her nakedness. Everything that touched her in this state, from the sheets to the air to her own hands was the epitome of sensual. Her skin reveled in it all. As she laid there her hands began to slowly explore the wonders of her body. Fingertips traced from her jaw line, down her throat over her plump breasts where they stopped to roll a pert nipple between them before they continued on their path. Down and down her hand went following the line down the centre of her midriff over her soft belly and past the smooth shaved mound between her legs finding the slickness that had been waiting for her all day.
As the fingers of her right hand dabbled in the wetness her left hand searched the bag next to her for a toy to enhance. She pulled out a vibrator, purple and ribbed and just the right size to help her in her fantasizing. She let her mind race as the buzzing tool tickled and pressed against her aching clit then slipped inside. She imagined his hot mouth pressing against her flesh, nipping the soft skin of her thighs that her fingers pinched to enhance the sensation. She visualized him hard against her filling her slowly at first.
She continued to work the vibrator in and out of her hot wetness, pressing as deep as it would go then pulling out excruciatingly slow. He was there on top of her, her legs held open by imaginary binds as the vibrator became his shaft tormenting her in it's slow rhythm. So deep it ached then so close to leaving her it made her strain to have it fill her again. She toyed with herself never giving in to the desire to rush ahead to that orgasm.
Her hands became his hands as the free one roamed over her body, pinching, twisting, stroking and petting every inch of her writhing body. Her other hand worked the vibrator letting the pace increase just a little. In her mind she let his words wash over her consciousness. Don't stop they said. Only a little, not the whole way they demanded. She obliged his vision only allowing the tip to enter making her want to plunge it deep inside. She restrained herself against the urges. She played this game in her mind Faster now the voice dictated Deeper.... All the way fast and hard. With a guttural moan she slammed the toy deep inside then again as the voice had said. She rode it hard, hips thrusting forward with each downward stroke. Her voice rose in crests moaning, whimpering then crying out.
Her breaths came in panting bursts as her body edged ever closer to that moment of perfect release and then the voice in her head demanded STOP!. She cried out and came to a screeching halt not moving a muscle just laying there. Her body was quivering, yearning, struggling to maintain the stillness when her imaginary lover allowed her to continue, this time with the familiar rolling thunder of Don't Stop. Yes... Don't Stop. She had no intentions of stopping this time as she rode that wave again, her skin moist, her one hand stroking her clit the other working the toy fast, mercilessly. Her breathing was sparatic and sharp, breaking for the moans and whimpers that cut the air around her. Higher and higher the waves rose until there was no stopping, no turning back and with a final cry of ecstasy she came. With each crest and insuing cry she released days worth of pent up hunger, desire, want and need to the universe.
Her legs intinctively pulled up to her belly tight and closed for a moment then stretched out again, running leisurly against the sheets, her skin dimpling at the cool air that whisked the moisture from her. Her breasts heaved as she laid there for a while just catching her breath and letting the whole experience wash over her....
Sometimes you just can't wait for reality.... And the mind is a mighty lover when allowed to be free...
"