Let it Burn : Part 1
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The candle on the coffee table guttered, the wax almost completely melted now, threatening the small flame, the scent of it nearly gone, a memory in the room. It was warm, almost too warm now, but after a long day of being chilled, it felt so nice. My head rested on the arm of my couch, my eyes shut, my feet resting on the back, a comfortable feeling resting in my stomach. It had been a long week and the conversation tonight had been long overdue. The laughter had made my sides hurt, my face ache from smiling. But still, the voice on the other side of the phone left me aching for more.I felt it pooling, low in my stomach, though he was long gone, having needed to get up early in the istanbul travesti morning, his family life calling him. Truly, mine would be too, as children often do. It had been what felt like years since I felt like this, like a woman again. I could feel myself growing damp, eager, imagining his smile, his brown eyes warm and dancing as he told me about his day, the things we shared in common – both of us working in office settings, my imagination growing bolder, tracing his shoulders, his arms, down to his hands, then his fingers tracing down my skin.I shuddered, rubbing my hands against my eyes, feeling goosebumps running across my skin. My panties were quickly becoming istanbul travestileri wet, imagining those fingers, tracing circles on my skin, pushing my loose t-shirt up over my rounded hips, picturing him kneeling between my thighs, his eyes darker than sin, watching my face. Such deep intense feelings in those eyes, they made me grow wetter, made me feel more needy. I felt my own skin heat more, the fantasy so real, I whimpered softly, feeling the calluses brushing across my stomach, I could see his tongue brushing and wetting his lips, words passing those lips I don’t think I would ever hear from him.“I want to taste your skin like I want your next breath. I travesti istanbul want to hear you say my name on a prayer…” His voice harsh and hoarse, sending more shivers down my spine.I opened my eyes and felt myself almost panting, my hands sliding down my leggings, tracing my skin. It wasn’t right perhaps to fantasize about a man I couldn’t have, would never have, but the need was desperate. I was aching, my clit a hard button of throbbing pain in my panties, my slit soaked with my need. I worked my leggings down, my whimpers louder, and let my thumb brush across my wet slit, then dip between the lips of my sex, groaning, feeling how wet the fantasy had made me.“Fuck…” I groaned, arching my back so slightly, rubbing myself eagerly, hissing softly as I gently pulled the hood back on my clit, making direct contact with it. His name passed my lips, soft as a prayer, and just as pure and needy. “Adam fuck…yes…like that…touch me there…”
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