Standing at the open window, I gratefully breathe in the cold November air. I exhale and watch as my breath plumes out into the darkness, imagining who might be outside, watching me, naked, in the glowing window. I'm hot and wet, my skin is flushed, my nipples and pussy still tingle, the insides of my thighs are slick with our juices.
No ropes tonight, no blindfold. Just you, me, a buzzing rocket and your fingers, sliding into me, pressing inside me, pinching my nipples, teasing, tickling, tracing my body, my face. They say that the seventh wave is the largest, but I think the eleventh was the clincher tonight. Your cock stroking in and out, your hand on my hip, my own on your ankle, holding on for dear life as I came on you again and again, almost bursting in ecstacy. You possessing my body and flowing into me, melding with me, becoming one with me.
Welcome home.
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