LAST NIGHT, a short story by Curt Farrier
I laid in bed alone last night, the only illumination, a small light on the nightstand. Naked, my legs spread, I closed my eyes, and you appeared. Standing in the doorway, dark hair falling past your shoulders, a loose fitting white top reaching almost to your white cotton panties, you smiled at me and walked forward. In my minds eye, you knelt beside me on the bed, lifting your top over your head to reveal your beautiful breasts, nipples erect, with large pink areola, as I blindly reached for the baby oil on the bedside table and spread it over my hand.
Making a loose fist, I imagined your head bending to my groin, your lips sliding onto my shaft as I first touched myself. I thrust upward pushing into my fist, as, with eyes closed, I watched your head slowly begin to move up and down on my shaft. The sensation was electrifying, as again, and again I thrust upward, my fist tightening on the upstroke, forcing me to push in, then, loosening to release myself as my back reconnected with the bed. I forced myself to concentrate as I pictured the motion of your head, almost felt your hair brush against my stomach and legs and watched my glistening hardness disappear again and again between your lips.
Nearing climax, wanting to prolong the pleasure, my strokes slowed. In a blink, I was kneeling behind you. Your face on my pillow, that magnificent bottom, clad only in the thin material of your panties, raised, swaying slightly, begging for my attention. I quickly pulled the material to your knees, touching your smooth cheeks, my hands moving forward to rub the small of your back. Your hands reached back coming to rest, each on a side. You opened yourself to me, pushing slightly backwards beckoning for me to enter you.
As I reached once again for the oil, I imagined it running in a stream between the mounds of your bottom, glistening, as it lubricated your tight hole, slightly clenching and unclenching, begging for penetration. My fist closed tightly, as, in my mind, I gently penetrated you. Forcing, first the top of my shaft, then more and more of me into my hand, I could almost hear a moan of pleasure escape your lips. My minds eye saw you, felt you, thrust backwards, forcing me inside of you, penetrating, impaling you on my well lubricated erection.
My eyes fluttered open to, momentarily, watch as I stroked myself. Closing them tightly once again, I felt myself slide inside of you, again, and again, my waist thrusting forward to come in contact with your backward thrusting cheeks. My hands placed on each of your hips pulled you backwards at each thrust, pushing me deeper, and deeper inside of you.
My climax quickly approaching, I imagined my hand slip to your pubic mound, my finger finding your clitoris and beginning to massage it. In my head, I heard you curse quietly, and then beg me not to stop. As I past the point of no return, with my stomach churning, my hips thrusting upward, I felt the fire begin to burn deep inside my testicles. As the first streams of hot, white cum exploded from me, I heard you scream in pleasure, as you joined me in release. I continued to force my climax from me, convulsing again and again, my mind burning in a phosphorus white explosion, as I pictured our movements become sporadic and slowed.
As I lay, drained and exhausted on my bed, my last thoughts of the day were of you. I could picture that beautiful body, legs slightly spread on your bed, so far away, a smile on your face, as you fell asleep with your hand between your legs.
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