Week #17 Fox Tales Contest : SEXTING
Marie lay across her bed, partially cuddling a comfy white pillow. “God dammit Gary, get over here now! she texted (please, she sighed), seemingly pleading Gary to hurry. Marie felt the clamminess of her palms, as her I-phone seemed to slip in her hand, as she desperately tried to text faster. After pressing the send key, she became aware of the numbness in her thighs. Subconsciously, her body was reacting to process sparked deep within her. Right now, it was just traces of a trickle. She and Gary had been sexting for about an hour... Things were reaching a fever pitch, as she began having flashbacks of the last time Gary had been over. She relived how he held her jaw in with his powerful left hand, yet it was inexplicably gentle, but firm. She clearly recalled the fire in his eyes. He had stared her down. It was so tremendously intimidating. She had made several micro-blinks, looking for relief, but there was none. She parted her lips now, panting ever so slightly. Her mouth had become warm and dry – she recalls in vivid detail. The last thing saw was his face move meticulously toward her own, her eyes shut, as if to brace for impact. His tongue brought relief to her parched lips, lovingly licking it with little darts of his tongue. Each passing of his tongue, felt like an oasis in a barren place. Marie was motionless, overcome with emotion, loving every moment of the relief that he had brought her. It wasn’t long before he had enticed her into playing along. He interspersed, locking tongues with nibbling away at her lips. She felt the stimulus to salivate, brought her relief. The coital simulation that they had staged with their mouths; was a dream she didn’t want to awaken from. Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong, Marie was shaken back into the here and now. Gary announced his arrival. He had a key, but he enjoyed preparing her for his presence, sounding the doorbell as he unlocked the door. The doorbell, made Marie, give a passing thought to Pavlov’s experiment, as she felt warm oozing within her. Marie felt weak in her pelvis and thighs. Clenching her thighs had weakened her, helplessly she relented. Any more clenching would be futile, as she felt the tell tale dampness, high of her thighs. She heard the front door close behind Gary, and his footsteps were coming ever closer. Marie knew she had wasted lots of energy, with those flashbacks. She had not enough energy left to resist Gary. She would not resist him, she needed him. She desperately wanted the same relief.
