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Fantasies
by HAK (heatherhaks@gmail.com)
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Another autobiographic tale from HAK, this one is where
she masturbates while thinking of a good friend. (FF,
mast)
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Author's Note: I'd really appreciate it if you'd write
me an email if you liked this story or any of my other
stories. Thanks!
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I'm lying in bed. My husband's sleeping. I can't sleep.
I'm too stressed out. Too much noise in my head. I
close my eyes and all I can think about is the trivial
little thoughts that zoom in and out of my mind. Some
of them horrible, some of them mild. I didn't empty the
drier so my clothes are going to be wrinkled in the
morning. If something were to happen to my husband,
what would happen to our family? I try to push them
aside.
I decide to try to get off a quick orgasm because that
usually helps. My hand goes to my belly. Small circles.
It feels good. I start to think about this girl I know
online. She's pretty. She's nice to me. When she
compliments me I almost always believe it instead of
doubting it. I smile. If she knew I was thinking about
her she'd be so turned on.
It's working. I'm getting excited. Imagining her. She's
beautiful. I've only seen her in pictures and I've
never actually been with a girl so it's hard. I wonder
how she'd smell, how her voice sounds, what her skin
tastes like. I imagine kissing her neck, grabbing her
breast, though it is my own that my hand finds. My
husband stirs a little bit so I pause, waiting for him
to settle.
Ok, it's back. She's kissing me, her mouth on my mouth,
her tongue on my lips, her hands on my breasts. I pull
off the blankets. I'm sweating already. I'm starting to
breathe faster. I smile, amused that a woman I don't
know could turn me on like this. My hands go back to my
belly. Small circles. There's goosebumps now and I'm
tingling. In my thighs, my back, my arms. Like
electricity. I like it.
I see the ceiling. A shadow. It looks like a duck. A
fucking duck on the ceiling, I think. I push it aside,
trying to get back to my fantasy lady. Her hands. Her
hands are on my tummy. They go to my inner thighs, my
legs spreading. Just resting there, enjoying the cold
air on my crotch. I like being naked.
I touch myself. A little hair, soft hair. I need to wax
again, I think. Tomorrow. Then lots of thoughts.
Thinking of where I could fit that little chore in.
Lots of chores. Dishes, room cleaning, sorting my
books, cleaning my computer's filters. Lots of trivial
stuff. I sigh. Fucking distractions. Fantasy lady. Her
hands. What are they doing? They're touching my thighs,
rubbing them.
I touch my pussy again and I'm a little wet already but
not enough. I draw some spit into my mouth and my hand
comes up to collect it, using it to make myself moist.
Much better. I avoid my clit, knowing it's not ready
yet. I imagine it's her fingers spreading me open,
running up and down the length of my folds. I wonder
what her tongue feels like. Would it be different than
my husband's? Would it be better? I don't know. I
shiver slightly, the tingles are back, stronger than
before.
I run an experimental circle around my clit, hidden in
its little hood. I jerk slightly. Wow. Sensitive little
thing tonight. I put my hand on my pussy in the way I
always do, my clit trapped between my index and middle
fingers and I gently start wiggling my fingers forward
and back, rolling it between them. I let out a sharp
little gasp and my husband moves again. His arm falls
across me. I freeze, my heart pounding. I wait a few
moments until I hear him snore and then I move his arm
off of me and start again.
Fantasy girl. She's back. I put my free hand over my
mouth, the back of my hand against my lips. I suck on
it, pretending its her body I'm sucking on. I've gotta
be careful. I bruise easily. I just keep wiggling my
fingers. My breathing is coming faster. I jerk and
twitch. Feels so good. My fantasy girl is breaking up.
She's here and gone, here and gone. She keeps repeating
the same actions again and again, broken record of my
mind. I push her to the side, just focusing on my body.
It's building. I feel it. My muscles are getting tight,
my breathing is getting fast, my heart is pounding in
my chest. Feels like it's trying to punch its way out
from the inside. Tha-dump, tha-dump. My mouth is dry,
my breathing is loud. My husband isn't snoring anymore
but I don't care. I can't stop even if I wanted to. I'm
close. It's building.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to cum. "Shit..." is
what comes out of my mouth, a soft hiss of a word, my
knees coming up to my chest and I roll to my side,
almost falling off the bed. It's like someone wound me
too tight. All my muscles are tense, I can't move, I
can't breathe, I feel like I'm so tense I'm in danger
of breaking... and then the spring breaks. I'm jerking
over and over again, my breath coming in loud sobs I
can't control. It settles down and I lick my fingers
clean, wondering what my fantasy girl tastes like
compared to myself. My husband pulls me close and
whispers sleepily, "I love you."
I feel guilty. I know it's natural to fantasize, but I
don't know. I just feel bad. I should have been
thinking about my husband. I love him so much. I sigh
and adjust myself against him, closing my eyes and
trying to sleep. I'm sorry.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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