These are tough times, I know.
We all know.
Maybe you are quarantined alone. Cut off from physical contact - intimate contact – with another person.
Or maybe, like me, you aren’t alone, physically - but alone emotionally. Your sexual needs unmet, night after night after night as this drags on. Your body aching for release.
Perhaps you just need more. More than a partner can provide. More than your imagination or your favorite porn clip can satisfy.
That’s why I’m here. My words. My voice. The dirty, sexy direction I can give you. I want to ramp you up. Build your desire. Make you wet.
Make you cum.
I guess this isn’t a “story” in the traditional sense of the word. There’s no underlying plot. No grand story arc. No exotic setting. That said, it does feature you and I as the sole characters. And there most definitely will be a climax.
Are you ready for me? Ready to follow my lead? My directions?
Then let’s go.
I can see you in my mind’s eye so very clearly as you lay in bed or sprawl comfortably on the sofa. Bring me there next to you. Take your fingertips as if they were mine and with both hands trace them lightly down your neck while feeling my lips brush your earlobe and my warm breath waft in your ear.
Trace further down your collarbone and to your beautiful tits now. Draw light circles around and around spiraling upward from the base until you reach your nipples. They should be tightening now. Stiffening into hard, little nubs.
Place your thumbs and forefingers in your mouth and wet them. Take that wetness back to your nipples and coat them for me. Imagine my lips wrapping around each in turn, sucking and nibbling – sending electric shocks straight down to your pussy. Pinch and pull them harder for me.
Speaking of your pussy, it’s time to make our way slowly, slowly downward to her. Let your fingertips creep down your belly. Slowly now. Stop on your mound, just above your clit. Do NOT touch your clit yet baby. We will get to that.
Spread your legs wide for me. Let the fingertips of both hands slide down your inner thighs to the inside of your knee and then back up. Run your fingers just outside your pussy lips and then back down. Repeat this.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Good girl.
I wonder if you are now wet? Can you feel your juices dripping from between your swelling lips? Can you see them glistening as you look down?
Perhaps it’s time for a wetness check. I would normally check this with the tip of my tongue starting at the bottom of your pussy and then drawing a single, straight line right up between your lips, stopping before I get to your clit.
Given our circumstances, I will need you to use your index finger to do this for me. Draw it up between your slit and then bring it to your mouth for a taste.
Mmmmmm. I’m so fucking jealous. How do your first juices taste baby? Sweet? Tangy? My mouth is watering for you now.
Bring the fingers of both hands back down and lightly stroke up and down against the outside of your lips. Pull and rub at them as they swell. That’s right. Keep going. Is your breathing getting quicker? Your heart beating faster?
I imagine by now your clit is aching to be touched and stroked, isn’t it? Soon baby, but not yet. I want you now to take all four fingers of one hand and run them back and forth across your pussy lips. Spread your sticky juices around and around as you stroke.
That feels good, doesn’t it?
Now, curl two fingers inward and slip them straight into your pussy all the way.
Hold them there. Clench down on them. Feel them held still inside you.
FUCK! You needed that, didn’t you? I thought so.
Pull them out now and slide them up to your clit. Rub in slow circles. Around and around baby. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Aching for. Isn’t it?
