I Play With Myself Twice Daily
It’s usually in the early hours, around 3 AM, when I wake up and feel that familiar heat between us. And then again in the morning, just as the world is stirring at 8 AM. I suppose you’d call that morning sex.
I stretch my legs wide on my small twin bed, pushing them apart until I feel that delicious tension. My skin is silky smooth, freshly shaved, and completely bare. With my eyes closed, I let my imagination take over, recreating every scene, every touch, until the heat inside me builds.
I picture his fingers sliding deep inside me, his tongue teasing my hardened nipples, the scent of his skin filling my senses, and the taste of his salty sweat lingering on my lips.
I imagine his erection swelling, growing even harder than before. I can almost taste him, feel him — the arousal radiating from his body, until nothing else exists but what’s happening between the sheets. We’re lost in the heat of our touch, the sounds of our pleasure filling the air.
I slide on top of him, instantly feeling how slick and ready I am. Slowly, I take him inside me, my body clenching around him, tight from all the workouts and the fact that I rarely let anyone in like this. He swells deeper as I begin to move, my hips rocking in rhythm. His hands cup my ass, squeezing gently, while his mouth finds my breast, his tongue teasing as he guides my pace, urging me to take him further.
I lean in close, pressing my lips firmly against his ear so he can feel every word vibrate against his skin as I whisper, “Red, red, red…”
A rush of wetness spills from me, coating his hardness as my nipples tighten further. He slides his fingers into my mouth, and I suck them slowly, tasting the mix of our heat. His grip on my ass tightens, pulling me down harder onto him. With a deep, powerful thrust, he bucks into me, releasing himself, filling me completely.
His release begins to drip out of me, and he swiftly flips me over, burying his face between my legs to taste every drop. Then, he leans in for a kiss, sharing the taste with me.
He presses his face against mine, his skin warm and slick, as he murmurs, “Red, red, red…”
