Chapter 2- Lonely nights

When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.

“Oh my, why are you so hot? ” I ask my pussy as if it’s a person.

“Why are you doing this to me, you know we don’t have anyone to play with. He left cause we didn’t want to commit, you know that.” I continue as if someone’s going to answer me. I slowly rub over my pussy and it spasms lightly.

I scream into my bedroom feeling each and every sound, breathe, touch of my sheets.

“ Fuck has it really been that long since I got laid?” I ask genuinely concerned for my health. I know it’s only been a month but yoh! My pussy is acting up.

I reach for my phone, I need to find someone to take the edge off, I know a few who would be willing to get it on. I start going through my contact list. A few names catch my eye, Jude is hot but weird. Zane is too interested, I know that’s just asking for trouble. Sam is an ex, that’s a no no. After going through my contacts two times over I quit. No one is intriguing enough to take the risk.

I flip on my stomach even more frustrated worse than I was a minute ago. I stand up from the bed walk to the kitchen, pour a cold glass of water. I stand in the middle of my dark kitchen and down the water: then stare at nothing.

“I am going to sleep” I say in the dark, sex always gets me all bent and shit. Or lack there of, that is. I place the empty glass in the sink

and walk back to my bedroom and get into bed. I lay there facing the ceiling for what seems like forever. I wait for my body to calm and give into the sweetness of sleep. But sleep doesn’t come, all I’m aware of is the constant throb between my legs.

My pussy won’t let me sleep, she is demanding I attend to her now. I finally give into her and start by taking off my pyjama top and caress my tender and sensitive breasts. I cup each in the palm of my hands and my nipples perk up instantly. I pinch and pull them hard; my hips thrust upward as if receiving a long hard cock. My pussy juices drip at sweet mixture of pain and pleasure I feel in my boobs. I move my hands down my body caressing my already sensitive skin. My pussy spasms at the anticipation of being fucked with my fingers.

I slowly slip my pyjama pants down and off. And I slip my thong down and feel heat from my pussy. I touch my labia and pull at them softly

“fuck, you feel so good” I say to myself, I move my fingers to my clit and brush lightly and I am reward with a drip of pussy juice. I love my pussy, I think to myself. I slide one finger slowly and stop for a while. I slide it out and have a taste, I love how I taste. I move my hands slowly back down and slide two fingers back in. I open my legs wider and fuck my self hard. I go in and out in a rapid pace and then stop sliding my fingers from the inside of my pussy up to my clit and back down again. I keep doing this until I can’t do it any more and I come with a cry and my legs shake.

I breathe hard trying to calm my heart and my pussy spasms again. As if thanking me. As I come down from the high, slowly sleep comes, I close my eyes and feel my bed hug me into it softly. My mind quiets down letting drift  me into a deep sleep.