Read on and find how fantasy can turn one moment of self love into an amazing experience.

Closing my eyes, shutting out the world, I could feel my lover cupping me with his hand. So hot, hard but soft, urging me to open myself to him. As always, it was a tease. I couldn’t help it. I always shivered when his fingers playfully slid inside, his fingers drawingmoisture along my slit to ease the way for his feather-soft touch.

Oh god, I needed to let my breath out sometime. It was just so good. My breathing was ragged, my skin tingled, as my nipples tightened into peaks of pleasureful pain. So sweet, the sensations coursing through me had nearly caused me to miss a beat. Then my clit began begging for attention, more than a teasing flick.

It had been too long. The stressful days as constant demands of work and family hadmade me forget what a sexual creature I really am. Had it truly beenseveral weeks since I had been touched? A soft sound caught in my throat, nearly a whimper as the pressure on my nipples tightened. Twisting slowly, softly, as the slick, hot finger flicked, then squeezed my clit. I wanted it, needed it, couldn’t wait to be filled.

It was torture. Unimaginable torture while just one finger slid inside me, gently massaging my g-spot. First softly, then harder, harder, while the fingers on my clit stopped sliding up and down. They began to squeeze, a slow pressure building up while the one inside me pushed me ever closer to the hottest orgasm I’d ever had. If only I had more in me, more…

My hips started to buck, I was cumming so hard. Another finger slipped in with the first causing me to moan, then another which brought a gasp. So full, my pussy clenched around them tightly. It was heaven and hell, a beautiful death while I was reborn.