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You can call me Rachel. I encourage you to explore your sexual identity. You may be surprised at what you find. Take a peek inside, and you'll surely learn..carnality is ever present. There's no escaping. It's so fucking good. I don't even want to try. Read at your own risk.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Water.

I stood in the shower today at 7:42 am. My classes start at 8:03 and I don't even give a fuck. I've been over worked, sleep deprived and so fucking horny I can't sit still. So, as I stood in the shower I let my hand delve in between my legs, gently teasing myself, running a finger along my clit, pressing lightly, causing a slight tremble in my legs. I thought about last night. The night I had sex with my girlfriend for the first time all week. How it was so damn good...and exactly what I needed. I brought my and to my lips and traced the wetness I found there across them. I wished it was her wetness on my lips my tongue danced behind my lips for her..and her only. I turned the water temperature down...so it was colder, bringing my dark nipples to their peak. I longed to push my fingers up inside myself and give in to my desires...but I also wanted to pretend my fingers were her fingers...her mouth. Teasing me lightly, and taking advantage of my arousal. I slid one finger into myself, and I gasped. It was so cold and on the inside I was so warm. A violent, but wanted invasion. I ground my hips into my hand and tried so very hard not to scream my pleasure. Then I inserted two. I was so wet it was barely an addition.

I curled my fingers inside myself..grazing that special spot...one of many things that makes me whimper. I was moving my hand to meet my hips, then. Slamming down onto my fingers with such force, the sound could be heard over the water of the shower.

"Fuck." I gasped. I'm too good for myself. I came. With absolutely no warning. No slow build up. Just an onslaught of pleasure.. I let the waves hit me and I sank to the floor of the tub.

 With my still wet hands, a combination of water and my morning passion, I reached out for my phone. I opened my texts from her. Started to type, the mechanical vibrations traveling through my fingers, up my arm and into my still spinning head..

Me: I need to fuck you tonight.

Her: Oh? And what makes you think you deserve that?

Me: You drove me mad in the shower. It wasn't a question. I was telling you. I'm going to fuck you tonight...make you scream my name and beg me with that filthy fucking mouth of yours to come.

Her: That's what I like to hear.

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