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(FF, mast) *** Author's Note: I'd really appreciate it if you'd write me an email if you liked this story or any of my other stories. Thanks! *** I'm lying in bed. My husband's sleeping. I can't sleep. I'm too stressed out. Too much noise in my head. I close my eyes and all I can think about is the trivial little thoughts that zoom in and out of my mind. Some of them horrible, some of them mild. I didn't empty the drier so my clothes are going to be wrinkled in the morning. If something were to happen to my husband, what would happen to our family? I try to push them aside. I decide to try to get off a quick orgasm because that usually helps. My hand goes to my belly. Small circles. It feels good. I start to think about this girl I know online. She's pretty. She's nice to me. When she compliments me I almost always believe it instead of doubting it. I smile. If she knew I was thinking about her she'd be so turned on. It's working. I'm getting excited. Imagining her. She's beautiful. I've only seen her in pictures and I've never actually been with a girl so it's hard. I wonder how she'd smell, how her voice sounds, what her skin tastes like. I imagine kissing her neck, grabbing her breast, though it is my own that my hand finds. My husband stirs a little bit so I pause, waiting for him to settle. Ok, it's back. She's kissing me, her mouth on my mouth, her tongue on my lips, her hands on my breasts. I pull off the blankets. I'm sweating already. I'm starting to breathe faster. I smile, amused that a woman I don't know could turn me on like this. My hands go back to my belly. Small circles. There's goosebumps now and I'm tingling. In my thighs, my back, my arms. Like electricity. I like it. I see the ceiling. A shadow. It looks like a duck. A fucking duck on the ceiling, I think. I push it aside, trying to get back to my fantasy lady. Her hands. Her hands are on my tummy. They go to my inner thighs, my legs spreading. Just resting there, enjoying the cold air on my crotch. I like being naked. I touch myself. A little hair, soft hair. I need to wax again, I think. Tomorrow. Then lots of thoughts. Thinking of where I could fit that little chore in. Lots of chores. Dishes, room cleaning, sorting my books, cleaning my computer's filters. Lots of trivial stuff. I sigh. Fucking distractions. Fantasy lady. Her hands. What are they doing? They're touching my thighs, rubbing them. I touch my pussy again and I'm a little wet already but not enough. I draw some spit into my mouth and my hand comes up to collect it, using it to make myself moist. Much better. I avoid my clit, knowing it's not ready yet. I imagine it's her fingers spreading me open, running up and down the length of my folds. I wonder what her tongue feels like. Would it be different than my husband's? Would it be better? I don't know. I shiver slightly, the tingles are back, stronger than before. I run an experimental circle around my clit, hidden in its little hood. I jerk slightly. Wow. Sensitive little thing tonight. I put my hand on my pussy in the way I always do, my clit trapped between my index and middle fingers and I gently start wiggling my fingers forward and back, rolling it between them. I let out a sharp little gasp and my husband moves again. His arm falls across me. I freeze, my heart pounding. I wait a few moments until I hear him snore and then I move his arm off of me and start again. Fantasy girl. She's back. I put my free hand over my mouth, the back of my hand against my lips. I suck on it, pretending its her body I'm sucking on. I've gotta be careful. I bruise easily. I just keep wiggling my fingers. My breathing is coming faster. I jerk and twitch. Feels so good. My fantasy girl is breaking up. She's here and gone, here and gone. She keeps repeating the same actions again and again, broken record of my mind. I push her to the side, just focusing on my body. It's building. I feel it. My muscles are getting tight, my breathing is getting fast, my heart is pounding in my chest. Feels like it's trying to punch its way out from the inside. Tha-dump, tha-dump. My mouth is dry, my breathing is loud. My husband isn't snoring anymore but I don't care. I can't stop even if I wanted to. I'm close. It's building. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to cum. "Shit..." is what comes out of my mouth, a soft hiss of a word, my knees coming up to my chest and I roll to my side, almost falling off the bed. It's like someone wound me too tight. All my muscles are tense, I can't move, I can't breathe, I feel like I'm so tense I'm in danger of breaking... and then the spring breaks. I'm jerking over and over again, my breath coming in loud sobs I can't control. It settles down and I lick my fingers clean, wondering what my fantasy girl tastes like compared to myself. My husband pulls me close and whispers sleepily, "I love you." I feel guilty. I know it's natural to fantasize, but I don't know. I just feel bad. I should have been thinking about my husband. I love him so much. I sigh and adjust myself against him, closing my eyes and trying to sleep. I'm sorry. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62