I went to bed last night and before my foot even crossed the doorway to my bedroom, the first sexy thought hit me. Really it was more of an urge. An urge to touch. An urge that, lately, has been uncomfortably absent from my life.
I knew within an instant I would fulfill it. Fresh batteries were obtained, the kind that make Bessie (yes, that’s her name) really vibrate hard. The kind I like to place upon a pillow and mount myself on.
Oh yes, I mounted.
I grabbed a towel, threw it around the rolled up pillow and skillfully whipped my breasts out from my t-shirt while still leaving the shirt on. I just hugged the pillow with my thighs at first, fingers rolling across my nipples as I conjured up the image of male flesh beneath me. I didn’t bother with a face, my mental image was focused further south. Focused on the texture of the towel against my thighs, the lips of my pussy, my clit.
My fingers continued to play with my nipples, I began to work my hips back and forth as the strokes turned to pinches, then abrupt slaps across my nipple. My hunger grew exponentially.
Bessie was turned on with a flick, skipping directly to the second speed. I saved the third, because I knew when I would really need it and I didn’t want to ruin the orgasm I could already feel swelling up like the sea inside me. I reached down, pulling my full lips apart to nestle Bessie in with a whoosh of breath against my clit. I slid my fingers into my mouth, tasting myself and coating my fingers with saliva. I rubbed my clit, causing the moisture to spread, desire to build, I pressed myself down hard into Bessie and gave a few short thrusts. You like that? I asked the faceless man in my head. How does that pussy feel baby? Does it feel good to have your cock inside me?”
I got progressively more filthy as my excitement grew, I leaned down over Bessie, really grinding myself into her. Finally I yielded to the moist cries of my body and eased myself down slowly over Bessie. I impaled myself on her pink hardness, moaning as each delicious inch slid into me.
Now the thrusts of my hips served to drive Bessie deeper into me. I pushed her out with each rise so I could feel the thrill of being filled with my imaginary lover’s cock; his face watching my pleasure, mouth against my breast. I don’t know any details about his face and it didn’t really matter. He was a rock-hard, faceless fuck toy anyway. My fuck toy.
My thrusts went from long and smooth to hard and quick, abrupt, grasping fistfuls of blanket and at one point pressing my fists down into the mattress on either side of the pillow; effectively thrusting it up into my hungry body. I slid a finger behind me and teased my ass as I thrust. I felt the animal unleash and I came with a shudder than ran from head to toe. My body rigid, stock still as the sensations totally overwhelmed me. I gasped, I cried out, and was grateful for my towel. I like that sheet set.
I lay back with a laugh, enjoying the tingles. I switched Bessie off, delightfully recoiling from the orgasm, already knowing I would soon go another round…