Laughing Medusas

Moments from sleep, I shift for comfort and feel the gentle touch of a woman's hand against my thigh. In the haze of almost asleep I don't attempt to rationalize or understand the soft caress across my skin.

Another hand strokes my breast, just when I desire it, just where I like it. Strong fingers pinch my nipple. Delicate fingers dance up my inner thigh. Teasing fingers flick my clit. Forceful fingers delve inside me, two then one, then two again. One long middle finger rubs my clit, in little circles and I start to moan. The hand from my breast, runs through my hair, tugging just a bit.

I roll to my stomach and grind my hips on the hand that's pressing against my pubic bone, with fingers that massage my clit and occasionally slide deep inside my wet pussy. The other hand grips the pillow beneath my head as my moans evolve into screams.

My muscles tense, my toes curl, my hips buck and as I revel in the pleasure... my hand leaves my thighs in search of my mouth.

~Asherah