Under My Blanket

Under my blanket

My hands wanders eagerly. They climb the peaks of my breasts, pinching, twisting, teasing—each touch sending waves of warmth that push my hands lower.

Under my blanket

Gliding down to the slick valley of wetness, my fingers slide around my clit, tickling in the most exquisite way.

With every stroke, more blood rushes, stiffening my island of pleasure, while soft sounds of bliss escape my lips.

Under my blanket

My strokes evolve into trembling shakes as my mind races down limitless roads of lust.

Then, suddenly—a tectonic shift sends an orgasmic explosion of chaotic serenity. Rushing though every vein and breaking all tension.

Under my blanket

I lie briefly satisfied. Feeling the waves of euphoria pull back. The desire for more soon builds.

An endless night, under my blanket.