Written By: Jade Sky
I need a nap, I say to myself. It’s a bright afternoon, I have done plenty already, and the feline in me deserves a nap.
‘You, fool,’ comes the devil-child voice. ‘It’s not a nap you need and you know it.’
Should I get more comfortable or are these clothes right for a nap? Jeans, thick socks, a sweater of rough wool and cotton. It’s still chilly here in the Northwest. They’ll be fine.
Pulling the pillow out from under the covers I lay face down on the bed, curling the soft down into a knot that supports my head. My medium length, dark hair is clean and feels light and sensuous, like silk upon my face.
I begin to doze. But not doze. The sun is too bright and it makes me feel sexy with its warmth. I stretch and drift into a daydream.
Somewhere in my mind is a dark, black cave where I take the naughty part of me when I crave sexual pleasure. The cave has my toy chest in it. In that chest are the tools that drive my imagination. My imagination quenches my sexual cravings.
I conjure up a powerful man, well mannered, strong and quiet perhaps. We are at a party of some sort ‘ refined, not rowdy. Everyone wants to be near him, but I don’t even notice him. Not until he notices me. When our eyes meet I cannot draw away. Compelled to look away, I cannot.
I realize my breath is coming quicker and more shallow than normal. Mmmm, this should be good.
As the video in my mind continues and the plot thickens, my hands begin to explore. Turning on my side, I push my bra up over my breasts and begin to work them. First, ever so light caresses. I slip my finger between my lips and suck on it momentarily, making sure that it is as damp as it can be. With its wetness, I tease my nipples to erection. The coarseness of the sweater’s fabric encourages my nipples to stand straight.
One hand slowly and lightly traces the curve from my breast, down my side and over my hip. My hip has padding on the side, but as I run my finger over the bone to the crease where my leg begins, I feel an uncontrollable shudder as a nerve directly connected to sexual bliss jumps.
Even now, I feel wet with pleasure. Such a simple thing, to allow your mind to imagine for the body.
Rolling onto my back I unzip my jeans and slide them to a point only above my knee. The restriction is part of the play.
One hand continues to tease my breasts, pinching and pulling the taught nipple, and pushing the substantial globe up towards my chin.
My other hand slides over my pubic mound and teasing myself, I go by my sex to rake nails upon the tender flesh of the inside of my thighs. They are graceful thighs ‘ not too long, not to short. They are strong and lean but full and shapely. Below my (not knobby) knees, is a shapely calf that gets sexier with more frequent exercise. My leg ends in a narrow ankle. Legs that are meant for straps and heels.
As the man in the video in my mind makes demands of me, the video recedes and only his occasional demands are heard.
From down the block I hear a dog bark.
Smiling to myself, I roll onto my side again and slide my hand into my lavender-colored lace Victoria Secret’s panties. I