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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Madeline Q's Story (F-solo)
by Madeline (madelineq2@aol.com)
"And when my hand touches myself I can finally rest my head."
-"Icicle" Tori Amos, lyrics by Tori Amos, 1994.
Alone, tense and horny. The silence intensified these feelings as I lay
in bed, late Saturday morning. I had not felt your touch for over a week.
My hand wandered downward. Lightly it came to rest between my legs.
With my other hand I reached for the remote control. I switched the
t.v. on. I had been watching music videos the night before and the
channel was still on. All the guitar playing made me think of you and
your bass. Little did you know that playing songs for me would win me
over. The songs weren't even intended to win me over, I think. But then
again, I don't really know when you started liking me.
I have to tell you, seeing a man's fingers on the strings of a guitar
makes me hot. Knowing the strength required in one's fingers to make
pressing those strings look easy, well, it makes me imagine how it would
feel to have those fingers pressing inside me. Agile fingers certainly
make a man more attractive...
Watching musicians only served to make me more horny. I began stroking
my mound, pressing against it with my hand. I slipped my hand into my
panties and my finger between my lips. I found my clit and stroked it as
I fantasized...
My fantasies veered between you, the sexy lead singer/guitarist of Deep
Blue Something, the strangely sexy lead singer of Oasis... Men, men, men
filled my head. One moment you were nibbling my clit, the next some other
man was sucking my nipples. One moment I was kissing the lipsticked mouth
Robert Smith of The Cure, the next I was eating you up and sucking you in.
All the while my hand worked on my slick, wet lips; fingers slipping into
my hole now and then.
I imagined taking on every guy in Green Day at once. Going down on
Billie Joe, while the drummer fucked me from behind and the bassist sucked
my nipples. Things I wouldn't ever do in real life jogged through my
head.
I rubbed myself faster. I took my nipple into my fingers and pinched,
pretending it was your mouth. My hips raised up as I walked the fine line
between the delightful tension of a building orgasm and the ecstatic
release of actually having one.
I paused to watch a video, not wanting release just yet. My brain
swirled with the mixture of music and unsatisfied desire.
I started again, and it took only seconds for my desire to mount again.
My fingers were wet and slippery. They slid in and out of my hole, up to
my clit and back again. As I approached orgasm, my index finger toyed
only with my clitoris. I flicked up and down relentlessly. My hips
jumped this way and that as I came. My eyelids were clenched shut, my
whole body trembled. I let out a burst of sound. Panted and moaned...
When it was all over I rolled onto my side and continued to watch
t.v.....