1. Unintentional


    Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Saucymh, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    I’ve not plucked up the courage to send that photo. You see me in snippets, tiny pieces you have to put together without a map. Breasts, hips, lower legs clad in smooth stockings or exotic leather footwear. I give myself to you, piece by piece, each self-taken picture carefully selected and edited to show you what I want you to see, an image I know will arouse. But my face…dare I? Am I ready to show you the whole picture as I see it? Running my hands over my breasts I exhale, images of you in my mind; your hands caressing me, your lips touching my neck sending shivers of pure longing tearing along every nerve fibre, right down to the tips of my toes. I can feel your warmth as you stand behind me, seeing what I see, feeling my arousal. Hands descending, you discover the moisture already beading between my thighs as desire enflames me. You stroke my sex, puffy, swollen, the crotch-less body stocking offering easy access to my aching slit. Hands trembling with anticipation of your response, I snatch up my camera and hold it at arm’s length. The pictures won’t do me justice, not visually nor emotionally. The grainy images tell you nothing of my fluttering heart or of the whistle of blood rushing in my ears. Still pictures do not scream at you of the joy your correspondence brings, the confidence ...
    you’ve given me, the debt I owe you. There was a time when this shy woman would never have dreamed of dressing this way, let alone felt comfortable enough to expose herself. Not anymore. Focusing on the image in the mirror, I click away, capturing her breasts, legs, and face . The images are pleasing, there’s plenty to work with. A sharp twinge in my intimate places causes me to catch my breath. The sheer thought of pleasuring you has my lust ignited, my emotions in turmoil. I want you, I need you… but now’s not the time. Life offers windows of opportunity, brief moments when fantasy may be explored without impinging on the real world. But Time is lord of my ‘other’ life. With the clock ticking, my outer skin must be shed, my raunchy purchases hidden away and normality restored. Correspondence with you must wait, as must my hungry sex. I will be rewarded. When the time is right, I’ll lie in my bed, fingering myself as I picture your face, your lustful smile, and the praises I know I’ll receive. My fingers will become your fingers, my voice vocalising your desire. Together we’ll achieve orgasm, my juice drenched fingers barely able to type out my ecstasy as messages fly back and forth. It was never my intention to go this far, I didn’t mean to fall for you. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.
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