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Magic Wand
Standing alone under the night sky, I can still
feel the warmth of your arms surrounding me in
the moonlight. It was so brilliantly clear that
night in the stillness. All I could hear was
your heartbeat; all I could taste was your lips
on mine, all I could see were your eyes looking
down into my soul. Nothing has ever felt so pure
as the burning need I had for you in that moment
- wanting to draw you into my body with only the
stars to witness our passion. Now standing here
in the empty darkness all I can do is imagine
the feel of your pulse under my tongue, the low
growl as you pull me against your body. Running
my hands through my hair I imagine your grip,
strong and fierce, crushing my mouth against
your own.
The light of the moon is like a drug, a physical
sensation tracing along my skin. If there was
even the slightest breeze to stir my hair I
would moan from the sensory overload but the air
is thick and heavy with heat, weighing down my
spirit as I reach out seeking some contact with
you. I feel trapped in this mortal shell, this
body is just a prison for the desires that spill
from my heart and mind. My knees weaken and I
can't keep to my feet as another wave of longing
passes over me, driving me to the grass,
steadying myself braced on the earth. I don't
know if I want you to feel this, or if two of us
so far apart would be driven mad by the forces
pulling us together.
I force myself to my hands and knees, stumbling
to my feet and pushing myself through the
blanket of night to my door. Blindly seeking
some escape from the wrenching need I finally
reach my darkened bedroom. I stop in the
lightless room, listening to my breath coming in
ragged panting while I search for something to
silence this aching emptiness - if not to
satisfy the need in my soul, at least to calm
the need of my body. My hand searches through a
drawer and my fingers brush something cool and
smooth. I freeze, only my fingertips caressing
the glass. It's isn't enough, my heart knows
this, and it seems so wrong that the shaft
beneath my fingers is called a toy. It's a
pacifier, something to ease my body for now
while I can't be with you.
I fall back on the carpet and yank at the
fastenings of my jeans, a slight smile touching
my lips as I echo your frustrations with these
same buttons that are all that hold my body
imprisoned. Now as my eyes adjust to the dim
light the glass rod in my hand appears as a
magic wand, something far more than a bit of
sculpted glass. My legs part as they are freed
from the constriction of my pants and I know
that all along my body has prepared itself for
you. One hand slips down to the junction of my
thighs and I sob softly, wishing for your
capable touch to explore my body.
I flinch away from my own touch, surprised at
the slippery fluid that coats my labia and
trickles down my thighs. My right hand still
grasps the shaft of glass and as it warms
slowly, my mind still fighting what my body so
craves - to open myself to you, to be
penetrated, to draw you inside but I am alone.
There is nothing I can do now but take the
substitute and hope you will forgive my weakness
when I see you next. My tongue caresses the head
of the shaft of glass - tasteless, inhuman;
nothing like the pulsing warmth I know when I
taste you. My eyes close and I guide my magic
wand to the entrance of my body, pressing the
carved head against the source of the fluid that
coats even my thighs now. I cannot wait and
force it inside, crying out softly as it enters.
My body goes rigid, my head pressed tight to the
floor, all but frozen as my back arches up,
feeling nothing but the head inside my pussy.
All of my existence narrows to that hardness
inside me; nothing matters but to fill the
emptiness between my legs.
Another slow deep breath and I push the dildo in
a bit further, exploring my secrets with its
unyielding head. I want to see you, know you are
enjoying this; I am so lost in an agony of need
that I can't imagine how you will feel when you
know what I have done without you. My hips rock
forward now, pressing the ridge of the dildo
against the sensitive spot inside me - how is it
that your cock can find it so easily and now I
have to search to find it on my own? You know my
body better than I know myself. I clench my
teeth, not even needing to breathe as my body
rocks closer to ecstasy. My need for air is less
important than my need to orgasm now; I am too
close to stop. Every nerve is on fire, and my
heart is about to burst through my chest as I
scream - I can not form words, it is only a
formless sound as the world dissolves around me
and colors explode behind my closed eyelids. It
is almost pain as my pussy clenches in orgasm
while my hands claw at the floor, at the air, my
nails digging into the skin of my palms.
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