The Fantasy I Savour

Madeline lay breathless on her bed. How long had it been, it's hard to keep track when so lost in the moment. Her mouth felt dry, her saliva thick. Sweat cooled on her brow, her neck, her chest. Her loins ached, caressed and teased raw. Almost numb from the prolonged vibrator use. Drool in the corner of her mouth.

She'd masturbated to completion multiple times the past hour... hours?

But it wasn't enough. That little bit of ache in her chest, that longing in her gut. It couldn't be satisfied by simple masturbation and fantasizing. No matter how hard she tried.

Gently she brushed her hand across her groin. It was burning hot, aching, to the touch. Reflexively she pulled away.

No satisfaction tonight.

She tried to bask in the afterglow. Tried to milk each endorphin for every last drop she could as her body gave in.

Her thoughts drifted to her fantasy. Her images and desires that could drive her so wild. That the longing for would never be satisfied.

The thought sent tingles down her spine. And released an ache of pain from her abused clit.

"I want to pop."

That thought again. Another shiver. She rolled onto her side, feeling herself ache and burn. The pressure of her thighs and shifted weight.

"I want someone to abuse me. To fill me. To burst me."

She bit her lip and hugged her pillow.

"To inflate me. To destroy me. To ruin me and leave me scraps to be thrown out."

Her heat fluttered.

But her body couldn't take another fantasy that night.