The familiar and the not so

Sarah walked out of the kitchen with her bowl of mac and cheese with bacon and chicken and sat down at her desk. She had already showered and put on a fresh T shirts and sweats but she really wanted to get back to work. She had left off at a particular chapter of some research on image depiction of gods that she knew she could pick up easily on. She tried to focus on the research. But it didn't matter. She couldn't focus on a single damn thing. She had a head ache from not eating all day, jet lag sure was a bitch. So she decided to watch some videos that she had missed in her time out of the country. Catch up on the world. Over the next hour her food was done, and she had been hydrating but her headache didn't go away. She decided to just go lie down. It was night but she didn't normally go to bed till much later.

She laid down in her sweats on her king sized bed. She missed being in a nice fluffy bed. Sure she slept here last night, but that was a collapse of weeks of work and just needing sleep. Tonight she actually wanted to enjoy going to bed. She put her phone away and just crept under the covers. But it didn't matter. She must have laid there for another hour, she couldn't sleep. She couldn't get this headache to go away. Her skin itched. The only parts of her comfortable were the ones against the bare sheets. So she did the rational thing. She slid up and pulled off her T shirt and sweats. She slid back under, thinking that that would give her the respite she needed to sleep. But she could feel so much more now. The softness of the blankets rubbing against her breasts. It was so soft. She moved a hand up, as to try and give it a scratch. Maybe it was just one of those itches that would pass once you scratched it. But the second she ran her nails against the skin, she couldn't stop. Her breasts were so needy. She pinched and rubbed. She was just in constant pleasure. Her breasts needed to be pulled and played with. they hurt to be left un-attended. Very quickly she felt the wetness of the sheets underneath her. She felt her cheeks smooth and soft against that wetness in the sheets. Moving a hand down to pinch herself. Her clit begging to be played with. Non stop she needed to pinch and pull it. It screamed out to be played with. Rotation after rotation. Pinch. Flick. Push. Pull. Slide down and finger. Rub. Pinch. It just didn't stop. After seconds feeling like hours. Minutes like days. She came. At the forefront of her mind. She felt nothing. Emptiness. She wanted nothing. She just let her body roll.

That wasn't normal. Sure she'd have sessions like that. But none that intense. None that subservient to feeling. Non stop pleasure like that. She had no idea what did that. She wanted so much. She passed out immediately afterwards. Which was probably for the best.