Not Any Story (IV) I sit at the PC, but I don't look at the monitor. Not really I look at nothing in particular, my gaze

Not Any Story (IV) I sit at the PC, but I don't look at the monitor. Not really I look at nothing in particular, my gaze is lost in memories. I decide to go to bed. You already know why. The memories come little by little to me, while I get wet "last night" I think, "how delicious" and I start to touch myself. I remember his image, his fever, all that delight that took over my body, while I alone I thought "wank off" when I looked at it on the monitor screen. It has been difficult for me lately, and I jerk off thinking about him more than anyone or anything. As you know, I don't like to rush. This time I change, I get on my side, with a pillow on my ass and I caress my clitoris with my fingers, I rub with my nails, my pussy gets wet, I squeeze my legs and move from by to little, forward, backward, with short movements that vary in speed How delicious, I feel my clitoris rubbing against the walls of my little thing, no I hold on longer, I take off my shirt and suck my fingers, I pinch my nipples and I take the brush, I put it gently on a cloth and then on my clitoris, with the cloth in between, my thing is getting wetter and wetter, I feel my little butt rubbing against the pillow, I'm very hot, I can't take it anymore, my crotch It's wet and hot, I squeeze my nipples hard, I rub them with my hands. thighs, I move harder and harder. Suddenly I feel it, that rich orgasm, I think of his face, more than his member, I imagine him grabbing my waist. from behind and putting it in, I can't take it anymore I finish. I feel my body tired, my crotch wet, but that's not it's enough for me Something is happening to me, I feel strange, rather excited, insatiable. I drink water, I think I should do something to clear my head, but I can't stand it, the fever is too much. So I start again. I know this straw will be longer (it always happens to me when I've recently jerked off) so I start energetically, rubbing my clitoris with the brush up and down, I feel my body hot and I put my fingers in my vagina, I get very hot, I suck them and I feel like I couldn't be hotter, now he occupies my entire mind, I imagine him looking at me eyes, while he puts his penis in my mouth, it is difficult for me to reach orgasm, I imagine it on me, putting it in, smiling at me, grabbing my tits and sucking them, not anymore I give more, I rub the brush hard and I feel another orgasm, more delicious. The first one, long, more than long, I don't take off the brush for a while, I finish like I rarely do. I clean myself again and I also clean my things. I go to sink, I feel strange, but with another type of strangeness. I don't know how describe it, I don't know how to face it. This time I'm going to the living room, my parents They sleep and I put on a CD "but electricity, oh and drew you near to me" for a change I listen to that damn anathema song, I watch towards the window, I rest my head on one of my hands, I look at the night and feel I look at myself the same way "this can't be happening to me" I think, while I keep looking. It's not that I don't want to sleep, I just can't, it's the 3:15 AM, and I'm listening to anathema, while I look out the window and lament by my own rapturous nature. Why now? Why so? I don't have any left more than questions, because my addicted karma has the answers, and to vary in all that mixture of strange sensations, I begin to listen "weak and powerless" for a change from ApC. "So weak and powerless.over you" My mind plays tricks on me, I want this to happen once and for all all. "Little angel go away, come back here some other day" Although it costs me, I decide not to think anymore. Grab and a beer in a can, I drink it and finish listening to what's on the CD. I better sleep, I'll spend the whole day with my boyfriend (who hasn't turned me on, and I don't think he do it because you don't know me as vicious, but as bad-tempered hehehe) in In any case it is not something I desire my desires are with another body, with others eyes, captured with another name. I close my eyes, and sink into a warm but saddening lament. PS: sorry for the "sentimental" content of the story. PS 2: If you read it, let me know