Part 3

It was another late night. This time it had to have been past 3 am by the time I finally managed to crawl into bed. In the back of my mind, I knew these late nights weren't good for me, but I couldn't help it, it seemed like there was always yet another distraction to catch my eye and make sure that I would keep telling myself "just one more minute won't hurt." Well, doing that 60 times makes an hour, and I had done it at least that much. Still, I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed expecting the best, for even though I was very tired, I was also quite aroused, and I knew that my animalistic need would take a bit more time away from sleep, my desires for sexual pleasure would keep me awake a bit longer-- yet, I knew that it would be time well spent. As I have said before, though the desire for sex is meant, evolutionary speaking, to continue the species, I'm not that high minded. I just wanted to get off. I was lying there, nude, in my bed, thinking dirty, nasty thoughts about who I wanted to do what to me, where I wanted to feel hands and mouths and just about every other part on my body, and these lascivious desires filling my mind soon had my body as aroused as my mind. I paused for a moment, just letting my fantasies materialize fully. I closed my eyes tightly, and in my mind's eye, I could almost see the nameless object of my desire slipping between my legs and licking. My body tingled and as a slight cold breeze blew across my uncovered skin I could almost feel the moist, soft tongue working its magic on me. My fantasy of the soft touch of this tongue on me was so vivid that I squirmed as though it was really there, opening my legs to accommodate it. Still, it was not there, and I had to make do with my hands. My desire had reached the point where I knew I needed to do exactly that. I took a deep, slow breath as my hand slowly worked its way up my body, lightly touching the sides of my stomach, which tickled me ever so slightly, my ribs which were just clearly visible through my skin, and my small breasts, which I softly fondled as I exhaled. My fingers reached for my nipples, which grew hard with my next breath, and I traced little circles around my aureoles. I felt a warmth rising in my entire body as I continued to gently massage my nipples, and I felt my womanhood growing increasingly aroused. I focused on this energy, channeling it with my mind all through my body as I took another deep, slow breath, first sending it to my aching flower, then up to my throbbing nipples, and then all around my body, letting it leave a trail of passion and lust wherever its sweet caress visited. All the while, I circled my hard nipples with my fingers, feeling the heat that was circulating around my body growing with each passing moment. One of my hands slid down my stomach, once more sending a slight tickle cascading through my body. My hand approached my waiting womanhood, my fingers brushing ever so lightly across it, which further increased the heat that was circulating through my body. It even seemed to tingle, and in my mind's eye, I pictured it as a sort of a red glow. It was not particularly bright, it was the sort of thing that even in my imagination, I could not see at first. It gradually developed in reaction to the wonderful feelings rising from my entire body. The red glow grew more intense as I continued to massage a nipple with one hand, and play with my excited womanhood with the other, my fingers delicately but purposefully massaging my needy flower. With each breath, my heat grew, each time I inhaled, it was as though I was pulling in energy, and each time I exhaled, it was as though that energy was circulating through my body, making every nerve tingle with pleasure. The pleasure and the heat rose and rose, the red glow became so intense that I could practically see it, and with a loud gasp a delicious orgasm washed over my body. Release. Abandon. Waves of pleasure. I shuddered, but I remembered to breathe, continuing to massage my flower all throughout the explosion of pleasure. I felt the waves originating in my hot womanhood, being carried on my breath to the rest of my body, and crashing over my mind one by one. As the pleasure subsided, I felt my desire only increasing, and I continued to massage my flower, gently but enthusiastically, my breaths still regular, and almost immediately after the first explosion of ecstasy faded, a second even greater replaced it, sending yet more waves of desire through my aching body. I continued to touch and rub my aching womanhood all throughout this second explosion, each breath bringing with it waves of sheer delight for all of my senses. I gasped for breath slightly after this explosion, but I continued to keep my breathing regular, and continued slowly massaging myself, my womanhood with one hand, my nipple with the other. I felt the red-hot energy everywhere in my body, I felt its red-hot tingle touching me everywhere, especially in my torso, but even in my extremities did I feel some element of this great desire. I focused on this tingling sensation for a moment, letting myself feel it everywhere it manifested itself, and the very act of acknowledging it in my conscious mind only made it more intense. Still, it was an enjoyable sensation, so I welcomed the increase in intensity. It was as though every nerve had turned into a pleasure center, and every single one was now crying out with delight from what I was experiencing. My body tensed, my breath quickened but I regained control, and with another soft gasp I came again. Again the sense of the waves washing over me gripped me, it was the same as I had felt so many times before, but each time, it was new and welcome, each time I felt it, it brought new joys. This one was the most intense yet, I could not help but shudder slightly as each wave crashed over me. I could not help but pause for a moment in my frantic caresses of my flower as the pleasure as so intense that I could hardly think. My mind was frozen for a moment in the throes of sheer bliss. When this explosion ended, it instilled me with a determination I had not felt before. I sat up, and my breathing quickened. I spread my legs wide, and my lust grew. I began to pleasure myself much harder than before. Gone were the gentle caresses of before, as I began to really give it to myself, emitting sighs and soft moans as I did so, my hips bucking slightly. I felt the greatest of all of my explosions building, but at this point, I knew it was still distant. My hands became but tools of my mind, forming into a continuous loop of desiring pleasure, giving it to myself, feeling it, and longing for more. More and more vigorous and needful were my emotions, as my breathing kept a fairly regular pace, but quickened, and was occasionally punctuated by a gasp. My body tensed and released as I felt my explosion drawing closer. It was though I could almost see it in my mind's eye, far off in the distance now, but drawing closer at a breakneck speed. Hands. Mind. Desire. It was all one to me. The explosion arrived, right on schedule I might say, intense waves washing over me like before, only these were so powerful that I could not help but emit a little incoherent squeal as my body buckled under the tremendous weight of the wave crashing over me. I felt my hips shake, I felt my womanhood spasm, and most of all, I felt as though I was melting into liquid from the sheer weight and force of these wonderful waves. The waves left me slowly, leaving me breathless, but fulfilled. I sighed softly to myself, my cravings satiated, my desires, at least for the moment, returning to their dark place in the back of my mind, as sleep overtook my weary body.