Please note that this isn't my world, I only play here. The following is a
bit explicit, so if you've got a problem with that please don't read.
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Alone
She carefully pads down the hallway quiet as can be. Glancing nervously into the darkened rooms as she slowly makes her way into the light. It's not right, it can't be. Time for bed, past time, she should have been asleep an hour ago. Silence closes in on the house but she remains awake, resisting its drowsy aftermath. The welcoming seclusion of the bedroom nears; she slowly saunters to the bed, flicking off the light as she moves. Alone, nothing stirs, she's all alone.
The darkness encompasses her as she begins to undress. A deft hand slides down her soft curves to the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttons them and lowers the zip, easing them denim down and off her hips. Stepping from them, feeling slightly off balance in the dark she takes a seat on her bed, hearing the springs creak slightly. She pauses, hardly breathing, unsure if she's been heard, but its safe, she's alone.
The silence prevails as she tosses the jeans onto the back of her chair, to retrieve at a later date. Letting out a sigh of relief she shrugs off her t-shirt feeling the prickling cold against her back. Fighting the urge to nestle into the safety of the blankets beneath her she takes off her socks rolling them up and putting them with the jeans and shirt.
As the moonlight shines through the window it intensifies, and her breath catches in her throat. It's only a passing car, another person traveling in the night the light shining into her bedroom window. Gooseflesh springs to life and she rubs her arms slightly enjoying the warmth of her hands.
Eyes now fully adjusted to the dark she stands and moves a bit more deliberately to the chair, unclasping her bra and pulling the protective material away from her soft skin. The cold air bites against her nipples causing them to spring to life, contracting harshly in response. Her fingers move slowly up her sides, cradling her breasts against the chill in the air. As she peer into the mirror a loose strand of hair falls down.
She glances at her reflection in the mirror skin shockingly pale in the moonlight. Her arms drop to her sides as she looks on, peering into the mirror. She tucks her hair behind her ears looking at the washed out hues of gold and copper in the moonlight. The radio plays softly, a sad lonely melody sounding as her thumbs hook under the band of her cotton panties. The locks fall to cover her breasts as if for modesties sake, shielding her from the cold world.
Slowly she slips the panties down and off, laying them beside the rest of her clothing. She begins to reach for the oversized tee she sleeps in, but decides against it at the last moment, instead moving to the bed and turning back the covers.
The moonlight of a stormy night casts pale shadows over her bed as she turns back the comforter. She lays herself down on the cool sheets, drawing the blankets over her. Looking out the window into the sky she sees a faint star shine as a cloud moves past. Fidgeting with her pillow slightly she curls up into herself in an attempt to avoid the cold sheets. Her hips shift slightly, rubbing her thighs together. She utters a soft gasp, not expecting the friction.
Once more she moves her hips, grinding a bit this time, pressing her thighs together. Entranced by the feeling she closes her eyes and repeats it. This time her exaggerated movement causes her breast to brush against the cold callous sheets causing a delightful friction. Unable to resist temptation her hand moves up and her fingertips lightly brush the hardened nipple. She lets out a soft moan, thankful the radio is on; she lightly massages the tender flesh.
She teases her nipple slowly, tracing it casually causing the stiffened peak to harden still farther. She smiles to herself, arching into her own ministrations as she lightly massages the entire breast, bringing her other hand to manipulate the other breast. Dragging her fingertips over the nipples she pulls back the covers watching the pink flesh contract as she toys with it. Nothing but her body and her hands, letting her mind escape.
Gently she begins to roll the nipples between her thumb and index finger. She tugs lightly only now aware she still has her thighs clenches together for dear life. Slowly she pinches each nipple in turn, gasping slightly but thoroughly enjoying the slight amount of pain. She can't help but grind her hips a little more as she arches letting her breath out slowly.
Temptation once more rears its head as she feels her nether lips sliding against one another slightly. Grinding a little harder she moves one hand from its current occupation to softly slide down her stomach. It rests for a moment on her hipbone, her entire body overly aware of its presence. Her eyes slip shut as she gently feels her way down the curve of her hip and thigh, slowly moving inward. She brushes lightly at the trimmed hair, darker auburn and russet curls; her fingers sliding slowly lower as she spreads her legs. Safe in the darkness, nothing bad can happen.
Heat generates from between her thighs as she slides her palm and fingers along gently. She teases herself pressing up against her lips, smiling still. She moves slightly spreading her legs still farther, feeling the heat from her pussy, making the temptation too great. A solitary finger slides against the lips only to be met with the eager juices flowing down. She slowly spreads them, feeling the warm wetness of her arousal. The hot liquid sliding easily between her lips as her finger continues to seek its welcome.
She feels the waiflike nub of her clit and rubs it gently. She lets out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her clit hardening rapidly under the ministration of her finger, a second slipping between her lips eager to help. Letting out a soft groan she continues to manipulate and rub the nub teasing herself until she can't help but arch her hips up into her own hands. More warm sticky juices flow down as she begins to make small rhythmic circles around her increasingly sensitive clit.
She flexes the muscles inside her pussy lightly, testing them. She picks up the rhythm she is inflicting upon her clit, kneading and massaging all at the same time. She gasps bringing her knees up spreading them widely. Her other hand leaves her nipples for a moment sliding quickly between her thighs and takes over rubbing her clit. Her free hand then moves up, and she carefully licks two fingers suckling them softly, tasting the strong sweetness of her arousal but wanting to make sure that her fingers are wet enough. Without any further adieu she then lowers her hand and slides her index finger into her eager pussy.
The sudden need for more bursts over her like a damn broke, as her finger pumps in and out of her pussy. She slides a second finger into the hot, wet, silky walls, and pumps in and out a bit faster. She continues to rub her clit, though now the motions are erratic. She arches her hips up again and again, fighting wanting more. Once again she begins to contract, only this time around her thrusting fingers.
Faster and deeper her fingers slide into and out of her hot, tight, pussy. She rubs her clit harder feeling the tension in her body increase. She closes her eyes, the tempo building as her arousal sends her to spiraling heights. Waves of nothing but thoughtless raw pleasure encompass her body and the darkness leaves her mind. She moans softly, completely oblivious to everything else, not even aware that the radio plays on.
As she curls onto her side once more, fingers licked clean but thighs still sticky with the evidence of her arousal she lets out one last deeply satisfied sigh. She pulls the covers over her again, only now noticing how chilly the room is. She slowly drifts into blissful remembering dreams, unaware of the shadowy figure in the doorway. She murmurs softly before falling into a peaceful abyss, smiling in her sleep wishing he could have watched the whole thing...wishing she weren't alone. Totally unaware that he has watched, and that she's no longer alone.
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Alone
She carefully pads down the hallway quiet as can be. Glancing nervously into the darkened rooms as she slowly makes her way into the light. It's not right, it can't be. Time for bed, past time, she should have been asleep an hour ago. Silence closes in on the house but she remains awake, resisting its drowsy aftermath. The welcoming seclusion of the bedroom nears; she slowly saunters to the bed, flicking off the light as she moves. Alone, nothing stirs, she's all alone.
The darkness encompasses her as she begins to undress. A deft hand slides down her soft curves to the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttons them and lowers the zip, easing them denim down and off her hips. Stepping from them, feeling slightly off balance in the dark she takes a seat on her bed, hearing the springs creak slightly. She pauses, hardly breathing, unsure if she's been heard, but its safe, she's alone.
The silence prevails as she tosses the jeans onto the back of her chair, to retrieve at a later date. Letting out a sigh of relief she shrugs off her t-shirt feeling the prickling cold against her back. Fighting the urge to nestle into the safety of the blankets beneath her she takes off her socks rolling them up and putting them with the jeans and shirt.
As the moonlight shines through the window it intensifies, and her breath catches in her throat. It's only a passing car, another person traveling in the night the light shining into her bedroom window. Gooseflesh springs to life and she rubs her arms slightly enjoying the warmth of her hands.
Eyes now fully adjusted to the dark she stands and moves a bit more deliberately to the chair, unclasping her bra and pulling the protective material away from her soft skin. The cold air bites against her nipples causing them to spring to life, contracting harshly in response. Her fingers move slowly up her sides, cradling her breasts against the chill in the air. As she peer into the mirror a loose strand of hair falls down.
She glances at her reflection in the mirror skin shockingly pale in the moonlight. Her arms drop to her sides as she looks on, peering into the mirror. She tucks her hair behind her ears looking at the washed out hues of gold and copper in the moonlight. The radio plays softly, a sad lonely melody sounding as her thumbs hook under the band of her cotton panties. The locks fall to cover her breasts as if for modesties sake, shielding her from the cold world.
Slowly she slips the panties down and off, laying them beside the rest of her clothing. She begins to reach for the oversized tee she sleeps in, but decides against it at the last moment, instead moving to the bed and turning back the covers.
The moonlight of a stormy night casts pale shadows over her bed as she turns back the comforter. She lays herself down on the cool sheets, drawing the blankets over her. Looking out the window into the sky she sees a faint star shine as a cloud moves past. Fidgeting with her pillow slightly she curls up into herself in an attempt to avoid the cold sheets. Her hips shift slightly, rubbing her thighs together. She utters a soft gasp, not expecting the friction.
Once more she moves her hips, grinding a bit this time, pressing her thighs together. Entranced by the feeling she closes her eyes and repeats it. This time her exaggerated movement causes her breast to brush against the cold callous sheets causing a delightful friction. Unable to resist temptation her hand moves up and her fingertips lightly brush the hardened nipple. She lets out a soft moan, thankful the radio is on; she lightly massages the tender flesh.
She teases her nipple slowly, tracing it casually causing the stiffened peak to harden still farther. She smiles to herself, arching into her own ministrations as she lightly massages the entire breast, bringing her other hand to manipulate the other breast. Dragging her fingertips over the nipples she pulls back the covers watching the pink flesh contract as she toys with it. Nothing but her body and her hands, letting her mind escape.
Gently she begins to roll the nipples between her thumb and index finger. She tugs lightly only now aware she still has her thighs clenches together for dear life. Slowly she pinches each nipple in turn, gasping slightly but thoroughly enjoying the slight amount of pain. She can't help but grind her hips a little more as she arches letting her breath out slowly.
Temptation once more rears its head as she feels her nether lips sliding against one another slightly. Grinding a little harder she moves one hand from its current occupation to softly slide down her stomach. It rests for a moment on her hipbone, her entire body overly aware of its presence. Her eyes slip shut as she gently feels her way down the curve of her hip and thigh, slowly moving inward. She brushes lightly at the trimmed hair, darker auburn and russet curls; her fingers sliding slowly lower as she spreads her legs. Safe in the darkness, nothing bad can happen.
Heat generates from between her thighs as she slides her palm and fingers along gently. She teases herself pressing up against her lips, smiling still. She moves slightly spreading her legs still farther, feeling the heat from her pussy, making the temptation too great. A solitary finger slides against the lips only to be met with the eager juices flowing down. She slowly spreads them, feeling the warm wetness of her arousal. The hot liquid sliding easily between her lips as her finger continues to seek its welcome.
She feels the waiflike nub of her clit and rubs it gently. She lets out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her clit hardening rapidly under the ministration of her finger, a second slipping between her lips eager to help. Letting out a soft groan she continues to manipulate and rub the nub teasing herself until she can't help but arch her hips up into her own hands. More warm sticky juices flow down as she begins to make small rhythmic circles around her increasingly sensitive clit.
She flexes the muscles inside her pussy lightly, testing them. She picks up the rhythm she is inflicting upon her clit, kneading and massaging all at the same time. She gasps bringing her knees up spreading them widely. Her other hand leaves her nipples for a moment sliding quickly between her thighs and takes over rubbing her clit. Her free hand then moves up, and she carefully licks two fingers suckling them softly, tasting the strong sweetness of her arousal but wanting to make sure that her fingers are wet enough. Without any further adieu she then lowers her hand and slides her index finger into her eager pussy.
The sudden need for more bursts over her like a damn broke, as her finger pumps in and out of her pussy. She slides a second finger into the hot, wet, silky walls, and pumps in and out a bit faster. She continues to rub her clit, though now the motions are erratic. She arches her hips up again and again, fighting wanting more. Once again she begins to contract, only this time around her thrusting fingers.
Faster and deeper her fingers slide into and out of her hot, tight, pussy. She rubs her clit harder feeling the tension in her body increase. She closes her eyes, the tempo building as her arousal sends her to spiraling heights. Waves of nothing but thoughtless raw pleasure encompass her body and the darkness leaves her mind. She moans softly, completely oblivious to everything else, not even aware that the radio plays on.
As she curls onto her side once more, fingers licked clean but thighs still sticky with the evidence of her arousal she lets out one last deeply satisfied sigh. She pulls the covers over her again, only now noticing how chilly the room is. She slowly drifts into blissful remembering dreams, unaware of the shadowy figure in the doorway. She murmurs softly before falling into a peaceful abyss, smiling in her sleep wishing he could have watched the whole thing...wishing she weren't alone. Totally unaware that he has watched, and that she's no longer alone.