Hands against her thighs
She gasps
The unexpected intrusion jolts her from sleep
Immediately siting up and cowering backwards to the bed
corner
Her eyes dart - left to right - right to left
Nothing
The pitch black of night devoured everything around her
She was alone
And she knew it
What could it have been?
Being practical and due to a lack of an outer worldly
explanation
She knew the answer.
It was her.
Her once olive cheeks grew a tint of pink
Acknowledging the obvious, she was flushed
Her mind had wandered to him
And her body had responded in kind
Confessing the need she hoped to restrain
But she had failed
They had never been together
Never touched
Never kissed
Words expressed were decorous and unsullied
But her mind had already created a world of its own
Where he did touch her – sensually
Pulling at her hair and conquering every inch of her body
And he did kiss her – ravenously
Biting at her lips and gnawing away at her frame
Words expressed only a want and need for the other
Her hands fell to her thighs once more
They trailed an imaginary path to her now damp underwear.
She could no longer hold back
Quickly tossing the lace bonds to the side
Exposing her pulsing pink womanhood
She sank her fingers deep into her soaked spot
A gasp escaped
As she bite down on her lips
Curiously fingering at her clit
She could not contain herself
Spreading her legs further apart until quickly clasping
the together
Tightening the grip of her devious hands about their work
She tossed about the bed with muffled moans and sublime purrs
Feeling at her sheets then squeezing at her supple breast
She could feel it
Mounds of momentum piled
Her eyes fluttered uncontrollably
It was near
Her fingers worked harder
Diving and swirling about
Until a crack from the doorway pushed away the darkness
And suddenly ceased her exploits
Shocked, her eyes were pinned to the door
To find a sheepishly small figure appear
“Mommy, I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?”
Olsfred James 2015©
