I Need So Much More

My jaw is shaking as I pull back and start to pump both fingers into me. I clench my eyes shut and moan, feeling myself being filled over and over again and feeling every bit of myself tense and relax and suffuse with a pleasure that I relish every last drop of.

This heat. Oh god the phenomenal heat. The way it pumps through my veins so hot it almost burns me. The way it makes me cry out, time and again and again, for more.

The way my body responds to things, flexing and tensing and then rocking through it as I cry out, as I shudder, and as I feel myself respond.

With one hand trapped between my legs and working it's blissful magic that left one free and I had plans for that. If I didn't have my face buried in a pillow to muffle my cries I might have clapped it over my mouth to silence myself, but the rhythm of my fingers is pressing my body back and forth, setting my hips rolling and my body rocking and my breasts, they are the focus of my attention right now.

The shirt I wore to bed was loose and ratty and that gave me two advantages. First it meant that my breasts were free to rock and bounce with every thrust of my body, hanging and jiggling and rocking from the rhythm of things. And second it meant that my nipples, now achingly hard, were brushing against the fabric of this shirt I was wearing but just barely touching it, just enough that it was almost tickling me and demanding my attention.

And with one hand free I intended to use it for that purpose.

I reached up under the shirt, drawing it up my body and up my back as my hand traveled on me. Over the flatness of my tummy and up over my ribs and then grabbing my breast and squeezing it, drawing a delightful moan out of me as I shuddered with pleasure.

"More," I moaned into the pillow, "Oh I need so much fucking more."

I took my breast in full, squeezing and then moving over to the other. I squeezed and I held them and I felt them move as they rocked from my body. I felt the tight tautness of the flesh of them, the way they pressed between my fingers and spilled over the edges of my hands and the way my nipples ached for attention.

And I pinched them, adding an ounce of pain to the ocean of pleasure that was rising and falling through my body like the wash of the tide. It was seasoning on the meal I was having, drawing attention to things and highlighting all the best parts as I took it all in for me.

The feel of it all. The blush of it all. The heat pulsing through my veins and making me shudder with delight, making me want more.

God this was good. It was so good I could almost believe it was enough for me. But the truth and the fullness of it let me know that wasn't the case whatsoever. It let me know that there was so much more on offer.

If only I loosened up. If only I let a little more in. If only I embraced this new body and this new life I had.

There was no limit to the pleasure that was waiting out there for me.

And in the back of my mind something came to me, a flash of a moment and a pleasure that I could barely even make sense of. It rocketed up to the peak of me and took my mind over, replacing the sensations I was feeling with something different and new.

I clenched my eyes shut as the vision borne in feeling took me by surprise.

Because for one single instant the fingers inside of me became something thick and real and masculine and alive. And the hands on my body belonged to someone else, someone with a far firmer and more manly grip than I had now.

For one moment I felt a flash of what it was like to be fucked.

And I didn't know or understand how I knew how that felt.

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