Shuddering

nipples straining against pyjama top,
whilst bottoms are absolutely sodden,
knowing my body is craving release,
because this desire for you, just won’t stop,

in the privacy of my dreams and thoughts,
can at least pretend that you are mine,
as I slip out of this damp night attire,
sprawled on the bed, so wantonly disports,

eyes closed tightly, as my arousal soars,
luxuriating in masturbation,
as my mind conjures that you are right here,
and that the fingers caressing, are yours,

tracing from jaw, to hollow of my throat,
fingernails raking across collarbone,
in their wake, goosebumps raising on my skin,
on my shoulders and down my arms they float.

cupping the curves of my heaving breasts,
giving them attention they’re aching for,
squeezing, kneading and massaging them both,
index fingers circling hardening crests,

nipples grasped between forefingers and thumbs,
pretending pressure felt, are from your teeth,
waves of pleasure flow straight to my clit,
rolling them, and fingernail the top strums,

getting so close to coming, just from this,
but letting hands slide slowly down my flesh,
sliding over smooth mound, to fiery core,
adrift in my thoughts, as I reminisce,

over weeping furrow of my sex slide,
imagining that fingers are your tongue,
as it gathers the nectar that seeps out,
then slowly works its way deeper inside,

scooping out finger of juices that seep
raising up to my mouth, to taste my lust,
before caressing clit, with that wet finger,
while two fingers of other hand delve deep,

tormenting my throbbing and aching clit,
moaning and shuddering from the pleasure,
arching my sweaty flesh well off the bed,
three fingers pumping, in and out of slit.

as hips start jerking, bed springs start squeaking,
squelch of fingering my sopping pussy,
dreaming it’s you giving me pleasure,
runnels of my juices down thighs leaking.

tummy fluttering to frantic strumming,
as mind and fingers push me over edge,
flesh convulses violently in it’s throes,
pulsating ecstasy of such cumming.

sodden sheets, as hot juices freely vent,
body shuddering as my fingers thrust,
moaning your name, as tears run down my cheeks,
riding each new wave, till utterly spent.

Pleasuring

the mere thought of you, makes those passions brew
as my thoughts wonder, so do hands wander,
on sheet covered breasts, over hardened crests,
downward to the thighs, heat which between lies,
pressing at wetness, feeling so breathless,
dragging off sheet, until clearing feet,
legs widely open, moist pink lips swollen,
scraping of nails, over skin trails,
skirts round the navel, up to breasts travel,
nails drawing circles, areola crinkles,
craving to be touched, yet actions not rushed,
my breasts gently knead, nipples ache from need,
tweak and harsh pinching, from the pain flinching,
one hand at breast stays, other to pussy strays,
though don’t know you’re there, can feel that you stare,
standing in doorway, watching as I play,
against doorjamb leans, hand down front of jeans,
opening legs wide, fingers dip inside,
letting you witness, as I spread my wetness,
flushed pussy daubing, clit hard and throbbing,
look you in the eye, for I hear your sigh,
as I suck wet fingers, your gaze on me lingers
love the taste and smell, turns you on as well,
watching me suck so slow, just makes your juices flow,
run them down to pussy, feeling like a hussy,
dipping between lips, as I raise my hips,
fingering my slit, palm pressing on clit,
stroking over my nub, as your fingertips rub,
our breathing quickens, as inner thigh slickens,
one finger becomes two, watching you pleasuring too,
then two becomes three, turned on by what we see,
my fingers pumping, my heart thumping,
thumb rubbing on clit, four fingers stretch slit,
faster and harder, orgasm looms larger,
our moans fill the air, at each other we stare,
hips arched off the bed, release just ahead,
fingers forced deeper, arousal climbs steeper,
watching your hand rubbing, feel like I’m flooding,
thumb at clit flicking, as juices trickling,
insides are quaking, body is shaking,
sweet smell of release, just wafts from my crease,
fingers and thumb slow, laze in afterglow,
watching you undress, sexiness does so impress,
as you move from door, I’m ready for more.