Dear Diary: Morning Desires. A short story (Patreon)

This morning I woke up foggy from a long night. I stirred, rolled over, with this feeling inside of me. Peaking at my phone for the time, I saw your name. The clench was like a lightening bolt through my center, and my breath caught between my teeth, so I closed my eyes and let fingers explore.

The morning was cold outside of my blankets, so I snuggled in deeper. I could smell my own arousal as I shifted, the warm air pulling up with the blankets, and I breathed in deeply, toying with the seam of my tank top just above my panties, my belly warm. I bit my lip and conjured you behind my closed eyes, another zap of electricity sparked writhing hips, and I startled myself with a sound of desperation.

Pressing my legs together for a dull pleasure which only made me ache more, and it didn’t take long for my hands to roam underneath the thin fabric. Nipples hard, I teased myself for a bit, dragging a finger over my tongue and gentle pinches. I could feel myself throbbing at the middle. Visions of you, standing before me, my back finding a wall. Pressing yourself against me hard, breath on my neck, you leaned in and whispered “hold still” and so I did. Teeth to my ear and a groan, your hand on my hip as you press into me holding me in place with your eyes, and then your lips, so soft at first, and then needy and urgent as you press harder.

My tongue moved easily from my mouth flicking lightly against your hungry one, I can feel you with your hands on my body, tempting me in a public way, seeking allowance to protected parts of myself. I feel so helpless here, pinned. Desire has a way of erasing everything else. I feel your hand under the fabric, testing, pausing to look, to stare straight inside of me and wander around my mind. Nothing can stop this feeling. Nothing can stop this. I want. You.

And so, you oblige, and my fingers slip down as if they are your hand and I swear I can smell you against me as I breathe you in and fingers find that wetness. It still shocks me how quickly you spin me up, and so I inhale abruptly as you glide easily, our bodies hiding your hand, you stand firm. My heart quickens and my breathing is erratic as you tease, letting your finger press in and hold, so very still, I stop breathing for a moment. You take the side of my neck in your mouth, and I feel your tongue flick along with a similar rhythm to your fingers. Flick, flick, flick, side to side you move the moisture around and I am gone. My mind is yours. You can have every fiber of my being with every subtle movement of your fingers.

You know control. You know the pace, and you definitely use it against me. You lean back to look at my face, but I see nothing. Eyes closed, I am on another planet now. You glide easily down, bringing me closer to the cusp, entering me, teasing me. Slow familiar circles make my legs weak, but that doesn’t matter, because you’re holding me up with your legs and hips, straddling one of my legs as you press in closer and closer. I cling to you tightly as I allow myself to buckle for you. You are determined, and who am I to resist? I want this. I want the crescendo.

I feel frenzied as every movement against my clit is like a direct flick to the pleasure centers in my mind. You stagger me with varying speeds, and then you go still, and wait. I gyrate seeking the pleasure and your hand moves away slightly, the heat between your fingers and my wetness permeates. I whine from the sudden deprivation, and then I open my eyes to you, and meet your gaze. You’re hungry for it, but you want me to watch you as you bring me there. My breathing slows slightly, and you pull your fingers away. I want to protest as I feel the loss, but you reach up, and press your fingers to my lips, pushing them in so I can taste myself.

I roll my tongue around the two you slide in, and enjoy the salty slick surface as I feel the ridges of your fingertips softly pushing in further, pressing down on my tongue. Your mouth opens, transfixed, and you make a sound that could turn me inside out. Once you’ve explored to your pleasing, you reach back down and press into me again. This is the pressure I’ve been seeking. You glide back and forth, without very much speed, but the intensity is right, and the rhythm is steady as you stare, your eyes make me warm underneath, and I feel all my surfaces boil.

“Stay with me” you whisper and I try my best. “Almost” you utter, leaning in closer and closer. You take your time, and I’m vibrating with each strum of your fingers as I get closer and closer. I feel the tears prickling at my eyes, which want to close, and I feel myself losing the battle, but it’s such a worthy loss. You lean in close, fingers never missing a beat, and lips almost touch mine I lean closer and you hold back your face just far enough that I may go insane.

“Please” I can barely choke out the word.

“Not yet” you utter, breath warm against me as my entire body screams internally.

“Pah-” I exhale and you just watch and play me gently, and secretly, underneath my clothing. I beg with my eyes, and we both know. It’s happening. There is no turning back in this moment for me, and it is the only thing I want in this entire world. You nod as you feel me stiffen, and your fingers become more deliberate, and the speed enhances just enough.

And so, I tip. I tip right over the edge into such an orgasm, and you fill my mouth and any cries of pleasure I may try and let escape with your tongue, as you relentlessly continue to drive your fingers over me, again and again. I groan, and clench, and hold onto you as wave after wave continues to shake through my body. I cum, and then I crumble against the wall, a quivering mess. And our hearts pound together.

I open my eyes beneath my blankets, still lost in the memory of this fantasy, my breathing still heavy, and my fingers wet. I let them move gently in the calmed wetness, enjoying the sounds, and smells as I relax into the ambrosia of you, and that place you occupy in my mind, forever.

-Smutty 🖤💖🖤