Hot, fast and deep. That’s how she’d describe the connection that had changed her life. A connection so strong she was sent reeling at its sudden end. She’d gone through the grief cycle multiple times, mourning the man who helped her open up in ways she never thought she would. The shame that grew from his abrupt absence had begun to weigh down on her and made her question everything she thought she’d accomplished.
Confidence shaken. Progress halted. Her body, which she alone had ever mastered, no longer seemed to respond to her touch and mind alone. There could not have been more clear proof that she had given herself completely to him. Mind, body and soul.
But biology doesn’t care about feelings. It’s a primal experience that only cares about needs getting met. Had she not been ovulating, she most definitely would not have engaged in such explicit conversation with a stranger so soon.
She remembered how guilty she felt to be receiving the attention. Even more so for encouraging it. But it’s not often someone vows to dedicate their time and attention to you and actually follows through.
Her inbox flooded with words that dripped like honey. Sweet, encouraging and deeply erotic. Every piece of feedback given he takes to heart, so that each scene he imagines of them together grows with intensity and passion.
This was a man who prioritized her. Who made her feel worth it.
That morning, she’d woken up with a soaking wet, throbbing pussy and nipples that were hardened stiff. Her mind replayed the images she’d been fed of her slick slit being wedged open wide by this man’s thick cock. Though distracting, she needed it. She needed to be absolutely desperate for cock for what she had planned that night.
Later that evening, as she washed the day away in the shower, she felt the racked up shame and guilt go down the drain with it. She’d given herself completely to a man she had once considered a kindred spirit. And though she hated the way he ended things, she also couldn’t hold onto the anger anymore.
Not as she ran her hands across her soapy body, cupping her small breasts he’d helped her learn to love. Twisting the rosy brown hardened peaks she’d come to appreciate with every lick, suck and bite.
Her hands slid further down, grabbing her large ass she’d learned looked amazing when she was on top. Rubbing slow, soapy circles on each cheek, she thought of how hot it made her to see her own ass jiggle as she rode him hard and mercilessly. How you could see every inner contraction of her spasming pussy reflected in the way her glutes shifted and tensed through flesh as she climaxed. She was a sexual being. She was finally ready to embrace that.
Once out of the shower, her thoughts returned to the latest sexual fantasy she had been cast in by this new suitor who had been putting in the work to please her. Lying the fuzzy pink towel she was wrapped in onto the bed, she crawled onto it and poured her favorite body oil all over herself. The smell of sugary sweet roses filling the air.
A fire burned deep in her belly as she massaged her slick body and tried to picture this dick she’d been reading about. How badly he said he needed her and her pussy, knowing she was restless and aching around the clock.
Her usual toy of choice was a soft pink silicone rabbit vibrator that had an insertable length of no more than 4 inches. If what this man said was true, he was working with almost double that in both length and girth. It made her pussy clench, and a moan escaped her full, pouty lips at the realization of this comparison. She ached to be stretched.
Earlier that day, she had remembered a toy she had purchased a while ago that she didn’t use often because of its uncomfortable size. An 8-inch crimson dildo that vibrates. At just shy of two inches wide, she struggled to get it to slide in the first time she tried. It was the type of toy she needed to be fully relaxed and hungry for. Something she had not felt in a long time. But tonight she had made sure it was charged and ready.
It’s one thing to hold a toy of this size and be intimidated by its inevitable intrusion. It’s quite another to know there was a real man out there fantasizing about fucking her with a dick that big. She thought about the way he described his fat cock head, and she began to salivate as she wondered what it would be like to try to fit him in her mouth.
She gave the toy a long, slow lick from base to tip, dancing her tongue along the artificial slit before running her tongue back and teasing the underside of the cockhead. All the while, wondering what kinds of sounds she could pull from him.
Silk black curls tumbled from the messy bun she unclipped. Toy in one hand, lube at the ready by her side as she leaned back. Turning the toy onto its lowest setting, she nestled it between her legs, flush against her pussy so she could feel the vibrations as she continued to explore her body with her hands.
Thoughts turned back to the carefully crafted words meant to make her cum. Moans and whimpers escaped her lips as she pinched and pulled at her nipples and swirled her hips, grinding against the hard shaft between her lips. Images of his large, hairy body embracing hers, his cock dying to enter her.
Pulling her knees up to her shoulders, she reached in between with both arms so her elbows could help keep her knees held back. She was spread wide, completely exposed and vulnerable. She felt absolutely debauched as she double-fisted the toy and ran the cock head up and down her slick, throbbing folds, whimpering every time it grazed her clit. She turned the vibration up slightly and continued to tease her tender slit until she was relaxed and craving more.
Slowly, she began to push his imagined cock into her entrance, but the girth was truly more than she was used to, and she met resistance. Adding a generous amount of lube, she continued to push. Determined to swallow him with her tight but needy pussy.
Her mind conjured up the images he’d designed just for her. Sighing with pleasure as she slowly began opening up for him. Little by little, her soaking wet hole welcomed his length, and she shuddered at the delicious sensation of being split wide open. Left hand drawing slow circles around her clit, making her whimper and tremble.
This went on for what felt like minutes until the toy was fully submerged. Relishing the sensation of being stretched to her limits, as made evident by her unrestrained moaning. She loved feeling this full. Her grip was so tight she was able to let go so that one hand could tease her nipples while the other continued to work her clit.
She was so turned on her hips started to buck, craving the friction he promised her in his letters.
She became breathless and lost in the moment. Hips desperately trying to meet the rhythm of his imagined thrusts. She wondered what he would sound like as he struggled to keep it together at the sensation of his massive cock being milked by her incredibly tight and wanting cunt.
The more she imagined him struggling to keep it together, the more she fantasized about him losing control. She reached back down with both hands and started pumping the toy faster, little by little, until she was at peak speed. The sound and feel of the mix of lube and her own juices overflowing from her pussy sounded downright offensive. It dripped down, running through her crack, tickling her tight hole.
She felt dirty and absolutely desperate for more.
She quickly pulled the toy out with a loud wet pop and stuck three fingers inside her gaping wet hole. Pumping her fingers in that practiced way that ensured a wet ending, immediately making herself squirt all over her hand and ass. But she wasn’t done.
She flipped over and raised the vibration once more before lining it up beneath her. Still on her feet, she slowly sank down onto his cock in her mind. Whimpering as she did. She had been touching herself non-stop all week, but despite her tender pussy’s plea for a break, she needed more.
She began moving up and down the thick shaft, relishing the stretched tension she was experiencing. In this position, her lips were pulled wide, completely exposing her swollen and sensitive clit. She dared move a hand down to play with it and came again instantly, cum squirting around the toy and splashing against her thighs and legs. Tits and ass bouncing in unison as she rode him hard in her mind. Sweat trickled down her back.
It only made her go faster. She braced herself against the headboard and began bouncing on it even harder.
She could practically hear her new paramour cursing, grunting and moaning. She imagined his hands gripping her large cheeks and digging his fingers into her flesh, pulling her wide and pumping her up and down his long, hardened girth as if she was his toy.
It felt so good she began sobbing from the release of pressure. Physical and emotional. She needed this. To feel desired, cherished, special. But most importantly, to be in complete control of her pleasure.
Falling onto her knees she leaned forward and began grinding on it. Hips gyrating in a figure-eight motion, trying to scratch every last goddamned inch of her inner need. Once again, she found herself at the cliff’s edge. She could do this all night. And in the past, she has.
She understood it now. How powerful an aphrodisiac it is to simply be wanted. She couldn’t wait to tell him about the way she thanked him. How she imbued every slow roll of her hips, grinding and milking pull from her tight cunt with a heartfelt thank you for helping her find herself again.
Bending forward so she was propped up with one forearm, she reached between her legs to pump the toy in and out, simulating doggy. The girth in this new position added more internal pressure against her clit than she had anticipated. She screamed as her pussy clenched around the quickly moving cock until she was cumming so hard the toy barely moved from the strength of her grip.
Trying to prolong the orgasm, she rolled onto her back and started rubbing her clit with hard, even pressure as she raised the vibration on the toy to its highest setting. It was too much, and she wailed in torturous pleasure as she popped it out, keeping firm even pressure on her clit until she was squirting for the third time that night. Her open palm came down hard on her clit with loud wet slapping sounds. Hips bucking against the mix of sensations until she was a panting puddle of sweat and cum.
She was practically purring as her trembling and spent body melted into the bed. Hands instinctively found their way back to her nipples as she soothingly massaged them between her fingers.
Her thoughts stayed with this promising new person who did what he said he would and said what he meant.
No games. No second-guessing. No commitments. Just pleasure.
Later, as she rinsed her body of the aftermath of such a messy play session, her mind returned one final time to the first man to pleasure her. Thanking him for helping her grow in ways she never thought she could. Though he’d taken a piece of her heart with him that she would never get back, she’d come to feel it was a fair trade.
No one is immune to heartbreak. But now she also knew how beautiful and empowering the rebirth from such experiences could be.
And that was a healing experience.
