I had just finished turning the computer off for the night and had put the cats in my mom's bedroom and shut the door. I hurried into my room because I was eager to attempt something with my moms digital camera that I had never tried before.

My door was shut, my lights turned on and I was wearing nothing but a tiny yellow g-string, I laid my stomach on the bed, my ass pointing towards the camera sitting on the desk behind me. Click, Flash, grind, the picture was taken....I figured it out, how to use the timer. I can take those pictures for Him as soon as my laundry is done, I bite my lip and writhe a little on the bed, surprised at how excited that picture got me. I lay back, propped against my pillows. Holding the camera out I take a picture from the front of the lacy yellow fabric....I shiver a little aftreward. I've made my decision. I put the camera down, I walk over and turn off the lights, both the overhead and my nightstand touch lamp. I crawl beneath the covers and hurriedly tap off a quick text msg to Him. I'm rubbing my thighs together the whole time. The lights shining through my bedroom making the room seem as though it's bathed in moon light, when really it's just the weak glow from the lamps in the alley of the red bricks. I imagine it's the moons glow, it's more sensual that way. He messages me back. He'll call me in the morning, I smile gladly and jump as the vibrator touches my clit. I need it so badly, I'm almost dripping, and I'm writhing urgently. I awkwardly tap off another quick message, asking him if I can cum. I'm so close, I can feel it building, but I take a few deep breaths, he always says yes. He loves knowing that I come for him when I go to bed and knowing that more than likely I will dream of him.

"No pet you must wait to cum for me when I phone in the morning."

No?! Christ-on-a-crutch! I'm whimpering quietly into my down duvet, I'm jerking and breathing deeply. I'm tempted to let myself cum anyway, I gyrate my hips, my ass hitting down on the mattress before lifting higher, pushing me that much closer. I open my eyes and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. I feel my body still, I breathe deeply and try to ignore it, I want it so badly....the release, the comfort of it it usually takes so long but tonight...oh tonight was beautiful and then he said no. I pull the vibrator off my clit, I'm shaking, trembling with the effort it takes to turn it off and place it in the drawer beside my bed. I curl up in a ball, closing my eyes and breathing deeply, slowing my breaths so I can fall asleep.

Slick bodies slide against each other, mouths meeting briefly and sliding down to bite on the side of a neck. Bodies shudder and whimpers and moans escape from quiet mouths.

"Andrea wheres my jacket!?" I sit up in bed, throw on my robe, grab mum's jacket and run it down to her. "Thank-you,"

"Welcum. Night," I scurry back upstairs, my eyes still half shut and climb into my still warm bed. I close my eyes and sigh briefyl falling back into a deep sleep. Damn her for ruining that dream. Although I will admit, it wasn't him I dreamt about.

I've been agoninzing...ok not quite agonizing over but, generally wondering what to write to Balthazar as I have told him I would write him a letter. And though I'm not certain I think it was my subconcious telling me to get on with it, write about this. But How? *Sigh* or rather as JeN says *le sigh*.

It's Noon now, he hasn't called...It's 6am there and I've nudged him once on MSN, and sent him a text msg, my body is still calling out for a release. I need him to be there for it, I want to hear his voice urging me on, demanding that I come for him. I know he's fallen asleep and he usually falls.....deep asleep. My body is covered with goosebumps, shiver spots, and generally well received tingles.

Odd thing is, it's a form of punishment, but he's not aware he's done it.

|| by Fae ||
11:44:00 AM |