Masturbation

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“Time passes so slowly anymore,” said Catherine. “It’s almost as if living the life you’ve always wanted isn’t near as appealing as the one you’ve had before”

Her eyes grew dreary and the beige painted wall in front of her started to go dark.

She yawned, “Maybe a nap would make me feel better.”

Darkness fills the room as if for a second.

Catherine awakens in her bedroom except something seems a little off. She no longer hears the clock on the wall. Instead, the room is filled with a void of silence. She looks down and notices that she completely naked.

She tries to let out a shriek, knowing that she’d fallen asleep with a full set of clothes on. But instead of a shriek, nothing comes out. Her mouth wide open, but not a sound to be heard.

A warmth overcomes her and her eyes roll back. She thinks to herself, “What is this feeling?”

Her abdominal area tightens and the lower half of her body stretches out across the bed.

“I- I can’t control my body?”

She looks ahead at where her wall once was. Now all she sees is a mirror. A clear reflection of her polished soft skin can be seen. Her berry pink nipples and soft innocent pussy clearly visible.

She feels and sees her right hand slowly snaking it’s way down her body, bypassing her sensitive gum drops on the way down.

“Fuck.” She says to herself.

Her eyes now focused on her wandering hand.

“What is going on with my body? Why can’t I stop myself?”

She looks forward again, watching her fingers uncontrollably begin to peel her soft and shave lips open, revealing luscious pink skin underneath.

Catherine blushes, but keeps full attention of the events unfolding in front of her.

She watches as her fingers slowly enter inside of herself. The first knuckle of her pointer and middle fingers, then the second, then the third. Her fingers arch upward and hook her tender spot, right where she loves to be touched.

“Ah!” She moaned, but could not be heard. She begins to drip outward, her juices flowing down her and onto the bed.

She’s bites her lip and arches her back as her fingers continue to squirm inside of her. She can feel something, but it’s not quite the feeling a normal orgasm would give her. For a moment, the silence becomes deafening.

Her fingers are jerked out and from the mirror she can see her self starting to contract.

In a loud and almost explosive wave, the silence is broken with a whimper and a moan. Her pussy contracting hard. Tightening and loosening, causing her to ooze her juices all over the bed. Her breathing is heavy and her body is melty.

She looks into her eyes in the mirror and notices that now, she has full control over her body.

Catherine opens her legs wide and places her hand gently overtop of her delicate and beautiful flower. Overtaken by sexual frustration, she begins to rub her most sensitive area.

Still arched, she throws her head back and starts rubbing her clit with passion unknown to any other woman. Her orgasms come in waves one after another, soaking her sheets and causing her mind to fill with images of sex, lust, and fire.

She’s takes a big breath and falls flat to the bed. The moment her arch hits the comfort of the mattress, her eyes open. She looks around both sweaty and confused. There’s no mirror in front of her and her breathing is rather deep.

She lifts her hand up and notices that her fingers are sticky and that her bed is soaked. What had she done? Was she masturbating in her sleep?

Catherine looks left, then looks right. She looks at her honey coated fingers hungrily. She sniffs the sweet aroma of her juices and immediately pops her fingers into her mouth.

She becomes ravenous with lost and uses her left hand to grasp her fair-sized breasts. Bouncing her left boob up and down, squeezing her nipple and sucking on her fingers with her eyes closed, her body feels as if it’s glowing.

She rips her boy shorts down, her hand still in her mouth, and slides her panties over to the left side of her drenched genitals.

Her fingers slide deep inside with ease and her body succumbs to the intense wave of pent up anguish.

Four fingers now deep inside of her body. Two hidden inside of her deepest set of lips and the other two just above her tongue and between her teeth.

She flips over onto her stomach, fucking herself with an intensity she’s never given herself before. Her eyes closed, yet they manage to roll into the back of her head. Her pussy starts to cum, pouring more juices into her hand, filling up the cusp of her palm. Drool leaks out from both sides of the fingers in her mouth as she falls into beautiful orgasmic bliss.

“I’m gonna have to stop reading too much erotic literature.” She said to herself, as she fell back into a silent, yet restful slumber.