The 'Jay' Man show

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Amidst the chaos of the pandemic and its adversities, my brain somehow was not acting “appropriate” according to the situation. My hormones were raging for odd reasons; the one human, Jay, I wanted to make love to me, fuck me was far out of reach. Just the thought of feeling his breath caress the crook of my neck made my clit twitch underneath the folds of my womanhood and layers of clothing; it sent chills down my spine.

My mind was replete with vivid imagery that I so dearly wanted to come alive but lacked the courage to say it aloud. Why? I was scared to put the seductress within me on display for reasons. The tsunami of hormones however was coming for me. There was only one way to release it, use my fingers hoping to live those moments at least in my imagination. Instead of fighting like other times, I traversed the road where the things began spicing up with a slow dance and ended with us spent.

I was listening to Zayn Malik’s Pillowtalk, hips swaying to the catchy tune, and I wanted to slowly lose my clothes, be hungrily eyed. I started touching myself the way I wanted to be felt, teased.

The anticipation, knowing I’ll be fucked, turned me on. Feeling sloppy kisses and hickeys on my neck, and Jay’s hands all over my body, inciting a squirm in response to every touch. If only he’d grab my waist, turn me around to face him and devour my lips; no biting, just a soft kiss that deepened until we gasped for air. Concurrently, his hands hovered over the small of my back, gradually making their way and resting on my ass. A light squeeze eliciting moans out of me.

I was already dripping from the imagination; I wonder what a wet mess I’d be if he ever did that to me. I wanted to palm his clothed member and feel it harden under my touch, feel him grind that against my twitching clit. Jay whispering sweet nothings in his raspy voice would definitely keep me on edge and I wanted him to do that.
“Be a good girl, kitten,” reverberated in my head. Being a rebel, how would I?

“I'll let you whip me if I misbehave.”

I wanted to unbutton his shirt sensuously, feeling him up and toying with him. Straddling him and seeing him trying to free himself from my grip would bring me ultimate pleasure. Hands pinned near his head, eyes on mine as I climbed down. I wanted to suckle the head of his dick, gradually taking the whole length as I eyed him intently showing who I can be. But my oh my, he can’t be cumming so soon, I wanted to control him, I wanted to have that power of deciding when this good pup could cum.

“Don’t you cum yet. You are a good pup, aren’t you,” I said, smirking knowing full well that I’ll pay manifold for this and I wanted that. I wanted to be dominated, to have rough sex with Jay. My fingers were eagerly waiting at the entrance and slid in hard just like I wanted him to. I held my fingers steady for a while before I began to slide it in and out of me slowly, in my reverie, it was his cock sliding in and out of my cunt; him doing me raw.

“You like it, right. You now know not to mess with me,” I wanted him to say, and dirty talk to me, call me his slut as he kept thrusting into me; while his hand found its way to grab me by my neck in a choking hold.

“Aren’t you one little slut. Moan for me, let people know whose slut you are kitten. Moan my name,” I imagined him grunting as he rammed himself into me.
My fingers weren’t making the cut as I grew hornier for his touch. I grabbed the vibrator I had gifted myself to match the pace with which he would make love to me.
Jay’s slow and deep thrusts hitting the cervix made me cum hard and fuck, did I want that release! The highest speed on the vibrator started doing me good and made me go weak in my knees in no time. This made another idea pop into my head prolonging the self-pleasure session.

“The vibrator stays within you until the meeting ends; I want the dinner ready when I return,” I imagined him smirking and winking at me while he toyed with the vibrator that rested inside me. Each moment I wanted to be surprised when the little pink toy would jump to life as I waited for the last hour to pass so I could log off and revel in the pleasure of Dionysus’s company.

“Baby, please do me,” I heard myself begging out loud as the vibrator displayed its prowess. However, I was envisioning Jay’s grin and him readily pinning me down entering me and going fast and hard.

The imagery brought each and every fantasy of mine alive as I rocked my hips against my bed, staining the sheets with my cum. My legs quivered; exhaustion washed over me and I lay on my back before curling into a ball and cuddling the pillows.
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