For D'jaevle

I could feel the wetness pool between my legs. As I devoured more and more of his words, my need increased; my breath shortened; my pulse beat faster. It was as if he knew me, and was speaking to me directly, each word meant for no one else. He played me sweetly, the words passing through me in a rush, leaving me with nerves grazed, nipples hard, tendons stretched taut, just so. For over an hour, I sat there, feeling the urgency grow, until I was...ready, as a slice of meat would be for the spit. Primed. Done.
I gave myself over to it, then, lying back on my bed, bringing my fingers and vibe into play. As if it were a real cock, I let it tease me, sliding up and down my lips, pausing to rub fleetingly against my clit before resuming its back-and-forth journey across my slick, wet folds. Slowly, as only a boy would, I eased the tip in, pausing to let myself adjust to its girth, before pushing forward a little more, burying it in myself a centimetre at a time. And I felt that same rush of pleasure as it slid further in, the friction inside me almost too much to bear, nerve endings sparking and little lights shining behind my closed eyelids. Mouth dry and half open, my breathing quickened as it slid in further, the buzzing making me clench around it, the hardness as good as any man's, the lack of heat more than made up for by the fires that were roaring inside me. A final gasp escaped my mouth as it reached its limits, now firmly buried in me, a sweet delirium slowly beginning to take hold of me.

The room was cold, and my underwear and pants bunched around my ankles, causing goosebumps to spread over my legs, then fade away, only to return with the next gust of wind that swept through the windows. I shivered. My bladder needed emptying; the pressure only served to heighten the pleasure that was crashing over me like surf on a beach. Desperation tinging my actions, my breath growing shorter than ever, with little moans beginning to escape my hapless mouth, I began to fuck myself in earnest - slowly at first, so that each stroke sent sensations radiating through me, and then faster, slamming down harder each time. Just the way I like being fucked.

Harder and faster I took it, pausing only to gain a better grip before plunging it back into myself, my back arching from the tension in my body, a roiling mass of sensations building between my thighs. When I was certain I could take no more, I stepped up the pace for one last ten-second burst of frenzied pumping action, before falling back onto the bed, breathing hard.

I slowly brought the vibe back up to my clit, teasing it in a paced, deliberate manner, varying the speeds to get my juices flowing more freely. Turning the speed all the way up, I massaged my clit harder, now circling it, now teasing at it from either side. My whole world seemed to narrow down to that one spot on my body. I felt as though a great wind was rushing past my ears as my very being sped down to my clit. For a few gorgeous moments, I was one with my clit; it was I, and I was it. Seeming to have reached an invisible barrier, however, I pulled the vibe away, instead simply sliding along my slick inner lips, sending twinges and bursts of pleasure shooting through me. I was very wet now. Wetter than I could remember ever having been.

On a whim, I started to push the pulsating vibe back into my cunt, to see how my clenching muscles would react. They seemed to go into overtime almost immediately, spasming so very fast that it was as if I had just gotten tighter. The grip in which my pussy held the vibe was astonishing, and the stimulation made me feel almost fit to burst. The goosebumps on my legs were now practically permanent, and the slightest dip in temperature made me spasm violently around the vibe. I needed to pee soon, or I'd pass out.
Slipping the vibe all the way into myself, I pulled up my panties, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bathroom. The buzzing inside me made my juices flow all over my panties, soaking them completely by the time I got to the bathroom.

I shut the door in a hurry and pulled off all my clothes, gasping when the cold night air from the window hit my breasts, my nipples immediately becoming rock-hard, standing stiff and straight. My arms, breasts and sides were covered in goosebumps, and my pussy was clenching furiously at the vibe buried in it. The buzzing noise seemed to fill the bathroom; it was in my head and all I could hear over it were the gasps and moans that were, I realised, coming from my own slack mouth. My eyes rolled into my head as the drop in temperature made my pussy feel like it was on fire, and I started to shudder from the heady combination of the cold and the sparks shooting through me from my sopping wet pussy. My icy fingers sought out the heat between my legs, rubbing at my clit and fucking myself with the vibe. I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, a swirl of ice and fire all around me.

A sharp gust of wind was all it took. Wailing, I pulled the vibe out of my cunt in one swift motion, using the fingers of the other hand to punish my clit, falling against the wall as the dam within me burst, my orgasm crashing over me like a thunderstorm even as my bladder emptied itself. The orgasm seemed to have no end, and it was only when I stopped peeing that the storm passed over me. As I slid down the wall to lie in a heap on the floor, I felt limp and weak, all the tension drained out of my body, sweat plastering hair to my forehead. I couldn't summon the will to move an inch, and didn't even want to try.

Lying there, I smiled dimly at the memory of his words - the words that had driven me into such a state of blissful arousal that nothing else mattered. I promised myself that one day, somehow, I would traverse continents to find him, meet him, and give myself to him. One day, yes.

Shine On

Just some of any number of things that have crossed my mind:

- I think owning anything called "Sleepy Time Body Mist" is ludicrous, particularly if you're a boy, even if your girlfriend has given it to you. Things like this call into question your very manhood. Tsk, tsk.

- I realised, right in the middle of class today, that I really, really want to have sex. I want a good, nice, raw, hard fuck. I just need something hot and hard pumping inside of me. You know that feeling, right? (...right?)

- I need a new cock, a new set of lips, a new body to think and dream about when I'm having these fantasies. I'm sick and tired of not having a replacement for him when I go there in my head. It's about fucking time.

- I've lost a fair bit of weight, and am working on my figure. Need to hook someone worthy now, at least, after all this effort.  

- It's mating season here in college. It's ridiculous. New couples are popping up all over the place like weeds. I think I like the summer better - it's break-up and fling season (a lot more fun). I have a next-to-nothing chance of finding a suitable boy here in college. Perhaps I'm fated to remain single till I break out of this place ([non-existent] God, I hope not! Need action!). Meh.