morning after marks

She woke up lying on her back. The first sun was filtering into her bedroom.

She remembered yesterday, the pain, the pleasure. She felt her breathing accelerate slightly.

And than she moved her hands up her body. She felt the smooth silk of her pajama's flow under het hands. When she got to her breasts, she waited for a second.

Slowly, she started sliding her hands over her breasts, making sure to barely use any pressure. It felt as if they were somewhat tender.

She carefully pressed down a little harder. Yes. Definitely tender.

Her hands went back down. She checked her alarm clock, it was almost 7AM.

She would have to get up soon. She lay there wondering for a little longer. Than she sat up, and put on her high heeled slippers.

She walked to the bathroom, and stood in front of her mirror. This was the moment. She felt her body tense up in anticipation. SHe started pulling the pyjama's over her head, but felt that it would take to long. She just hiked them up, untill they where just under her breasts. She breathed deeply, and pulled them up further.

She looked, and what she saw made smile with a feeling of deep happiness. ALl around the base of her breasts, there where bruises. For months she had dreamed of a session so hard that she would see the markings the next day. In ecstasy, she pulled of her pyjamas, knelt down and masturbated herself to a major orgasm.