Reality is in the hand of the masturbator. - Mokokoma Mokhonoana
The next few days passed like a blur. It was Saturday and I was happy for that, but I was tired, cranky and horny. I missed my boyfriend and I missed his dick. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling into oblivion.
The first night we shared our together reflected in my mind. I needed him so bad at this moment, I slid my hand down into my panties. I couldn't help myself.
I needed relief and this was the only way to get it. I began rubbing circles around my clit. I started at a very slow pace trying to build the momentum slowly.
As it gradually built, I rubbed a little faster. My mind took me back to when his mouth was on my skin, my breasts, my neck, when his tongue swiped across the opening of my vagina.
A shudder ran through my body and I increased the pace, the pressure started to build. I felt a sweet sensation down in my lower belly as it passed down into my vagina.
I rubbed faster, the sensation rose to the peak, a peak I didn't want to let go of. I flowed over, like the water in a pale when it's full.
I gave in to the sensation, it called me to the light and my body surrendered and shook. As my vagina contracted, my back arched from the bed. I kept my fingers on my clit, I didn't remove them, I couldn't remove them, the feeling rendered them immovable.
As my body came down from it's high, I removed each finger from my clit and then my underwear.
After a few minutes, my body calmed, I no longer saw the stars and moon. But my head was still in the clouds and I wanted it to stay there.
Our first time never left my mind, the breath he blew on me and the way his mouth sucked on my clit, the way his fingers felt as they pushed in and out of me.
I felt the sensations return, I slid my hand down my panties again. This time I climaxed faster, as I touched my clit, I was ready to burst wide open like a dam and let the water flow.
I wanted nothing more at the moment than to have Dwight inside me. I ached and it didn't feel like it wanted to go. It wrapped around me, It wanted to stay and I welcomed it, it out to called me, like a moth to a flame.
The more I touched myself the more I wanted him. So I did the only thing that would feed the hungry crawling in me, I feed it.
I touched myself once more in bed, before I got up to shower. When I got in the shower, I did it again. I did it until my body could no longer take it. I felt exhausted and the only cure was to take a nap, to let my body rejuvenate and I did just that.
I woke up seven hours later, feeling refreshed and renewed. I got dressed and left for the grocery store.
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Putting groceries into the back of my car, I turned to remove the last bag from the trolley, when I noticed a black Audi, similar to the one Matthew had parked three cars down from my right. I was not able to see the plate so I was not sure if the car belonged to him.
I figured it was someone else and focused on the task at hand. I returned the trolley to the store and got in my car. Just as I was about to drive out of the parking lot, I spotted Matthew just as he walked out of the store.
He looked in my direction and blew me a kiss as he walked to his car. Oh my God, he knew I was here and I needed to leave. I left the parking lot faster than someone can blink.
I didn't want him to follow me, I knew he would and he did just that. As soon as I pulled out onto the road, he was behind me.
He got so close to my car I could reach across and touch his. He let down his window and shouted at me.
"Stop this Amelia!"
" Leave me alone Matthew, stop this foolishness before you get us killed."
"You know I cannot do-" he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because I rolled my window up. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say. I pulled away from his car into another lane.
That did not help, he kept tailgating me, passing me and trying to intimidate me. I called the police and informed them of what he was doing.
By the time the police arrived, Matthew was long gone. I told them of what happened and they wanted his plate number, but I was unable to inform them of that.
After speaking to the police for a little over ten minutes, I was on my way home. I never saw Matthew again nor any suspicious vehicles following me and for that I was thankful.
I arrived home and unpacked the groceries, I then made dinner and sat in front of the television and watched my favourite TV show.
I fell alseep on the couch and much later in the night, I felt warm hands on my cheek and my body being lifted from the position I had on the couch.
"Dwight? Is that you?" I called out, trying to get my body to wake.
"Shh, go back to sleep babe." My body drifted back to dreamland. I was placed in bed and the cover pulled up to my chin. A kiss placed on my forehead and then upon my lips.
Not knowing that the hands that had held earlier me were not Dwight's, but the hands of the man I had a restraining order against.
The man the judge said not to come within one hundred feet of me, sat in the corner of the room and watched me as I slept. The same corner that the shadowy figure has been sitting for the last few nights.