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(Note: I am not the author, just the archivist.

The following story contains scenes of explicit sex.  If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

	Another Description of A Woman Masturbating"	by "Damya"

    Sleep beckons to me eagerly, yet flees, ever-elusive, just as I reach 
it.   I try in vain not to do this, not to dream of you, but I am helpless 
against a desire that is stronger than I am.  
    I pretend the night breeze that stirs my curtains in the silvery 
moonlight and sighs my name is you.  In my mind's eye, I see you lean 
down to kiss my waiting lips, and I slowly touch my fingers to my 
mouth.  My tongue slips out to moisten my lips the way yours would if 
you were here. 
    In the oblivion of my dreams I hear you moan as your hands reach 
out to caress my breasts, wondering at their weight, texture, and feel.  
My nipples harden as though your tongue really is tracing wet circles 
'round them. 
     But you are not here; I am alone with my thoughts of you and the 
yearnings of my restless body.  My scalp tingles as I imagine your 
hands running through my hair and sending tiny electric shocks 
throughout my system.  
    I warm and tighten under the illusion of your gentle breath.  I feel a 
sudden rush wetness as your phantom mouth closes 'round the tiny bud 
of my clitoris.  Butterflies flutter crazily in my stomach.  The slightly-
rough tongue that steadily thrusts in and out of me is actually my own 
solitary finger.  The tongue tracing beautiful circles on and around my 
clitoris is only my middle finger, moistened by my mouth and the 
juices of my vagina.  
     And the moans that fill the emptiness of my room are not ours, but 
mine alone.  But finally, the waves of pleasure that wash over me as 
my walls clench and spasm are very real.  And as I finally drift off to 
sleep, sated, I actually smile, knowing I am not lonely as long as I have 
you, my phantom lover. 
 
				END
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