BY HERSELF

The hot ache between her legs
Waiting, wanting, willing
Her hand is trailing down her breasts
Her fingers circling her delicate softness
They slide further, lightly grazing the valley between her thighs.
She dips her eager tips into the moist cavern
tasting the sweet honey within
She always know what she like best
The grinding, rubbing, sweet friction
Pleasure is the center of her universe
It starts far away, building and rising in her like a tide
The wave grows and with it has a need to be release
everything wells up in her with exquisite tension
With eyes clentched tight her hips buck wildly
For a moment she become aware of a panting
a moaning, before realizing it is her own
Then with hands rubbing, hips grinding, and fingers probing she explode
A warm sweetness flows from head to toe
She rides the wave no longer in control
She shudder, convulse and and feel the breath forced from her body