Post 268: Screaming His Name

By the time she turned off her phone and threw it across the room, she’d already torn off her bra. It had come back with a vengeance, her sex drive and the crazy thoughts that made up these storms in her brain. She was flushed with desire, sopping, ripping away her panties as she made it to the bathroom, growling, grunting, snarling.

Standing in the shower, she thought only of her love. His thick, messy hair. His nervous little fingers. His weak arms. Nnnngh the water coursed over her; she’d started to swell, like she did at the gym. She needed to stoop to let the spray blast her face and nnnngh this showr’s getting to be too smal for me. She thought back to his eyes looking up at her, how his jaw would tremble. Hands on the slick shower wall, she imagined him there. His mouth, face at exactly the right height. She squashed her breasts into the wall, the cool of the tile making her nipples sing. She pictured how she could eclipse his whole head, make him disappear in her wet flesh.

As the water coursed over her, trying to soothe her burning muscles, she steamed with need.  Eyes closed and breathing hard, she spread her legs and shifted her hips, supporting herself with her left hand and forearm against the shower wall. In her mind, his small hands ran over the slippery, wet slopes of her thighs and ass, exploring in infinite detail the curves he worshiped while his mouth opened and closed, like a little lost guppy’s.

Her hand was a poor analog for how she imagined his touch, but she set it to her folds with intensity born of passion for him.  Before long, among grunts and gasps, her pleasure rose in a wave, growing geometrically with the thought that they’d be together again soon, where she could hold him and kiss him and nnnnngggghhh. Fingers dancing desperately, she quickly attained a state of bodily bliss.  Without any thought to what others in her building might hear, a loud moan escaped her and her shout was reflexive.

“JJJAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

OH MY GOD

“JAY!!! JAY!! JAYYYYYY!!!”

She screamed his name, his first name.

“FUCK Jay you’re going to be mine mine MINE! MINE! MINE!!!”

A hand slammed into the wall, cracking tile.

She gasped, she groaned, she grunted. Caught in an intense euphoria, the aftershocks of climax rode over her. Her eyes shot about wide, wildly, and she began to laugh. Throaty, her deep powerful chuckle crescendoed quickly and became a manic cackle. But then suddenly she was quiet, blood still rippling.  Her arm slammed into the wall again, splintering more porcelain, bringing her another bemused laugh. Slowly, her rational mind began to return and started to tantalize her with the knowledge that this power, this energy she felt was but a shadow of what he and she could soon be sharing. Hope was a powerful force, and its roots had been watered tonight.

She needed to sleep.

===============================================================