Between The Quiet

There are moments, very precious to me during the day, when I get a slice of stillness. No one calling mommy outside my door, no husband to see just because sometimes, I need my peace from him too. It lasts about 20 minutes the most. I take this time to do random things, like listen to the news, or check my email; the simple things that are so easy to do, we never find the time to do them. Mostly I read things online or browse through photos, both funny and explicit. While there is muffled chaos outside of my bedroom, the only thing I hear is the humming of the fan. I reach up to my collar-bone and graze it with my fingers, bringing on the goosebumps. And sometimes, that's all it takes. I trace a finger along the cotton line of my shirt, using the other hand to peruse the local free porn sites, one naked couple fucking after another scrolling along my screen. I look at hard, rigid dicks, drooling voraciously at the ones with the most veins protruding, imagining my tongue out stretched, licking the trails from base to head. I see a variety of colors and sizes, trying every one of them in my tight pussy. I suckle at pink/tan/brown/pale nipples, varied sizes, though I prefer those like my own. My hand casually sweeps down into my bra, pinching my nipples, mouth agape, looking for more. This is around the time where I can now feel the wetness in me starting to seep, and I go for the next step: a quick session before reality sets in.

They have been so few lately, that I have to choose my moments wisely. I get my tiniest of vibrators, and sweep my hands down quickly, knowing that there can be a moment that someone will walk through my door. I press the button, and off it goes, my little pale purple friend buzzing away, as I move it to the beat of the thrust of the man on my small screen. If he fucks her harder, I press it in more, adding pressure, sinking it in, and just as I'm about to buckle I turn it off, holding on, waiting for the feeling to subside. I begin again, this time watching her ride him on a big cream-colored sofa, her breast freely swaying in front of his face, his mouth outstretched to catch a nipple and suckle on it for a moment as they moved together in rhythm.

I reach for my own nipple, stretch and pinch it, my vibrator back on and back to work. He takes her towards the arm of the sofa, all the way to the very top. She positions her self slightly tilted on the edge, her leg wide open, the right on the sofa arm, and the other in his hand, as he entered her from behind. By the time he reached under her to grab her breast, I flinching from the orgasm. I held my breath as he held my hand against my clit, the rolling waves passing by.

I heard someone walking to my door and I flung the covers on. It was my husband coming to tell me dinner is done.

The moment is over, here we go again.

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