Her belt was slung over the nightstand, her cape a crumpled up ball at the foot of her bed. Her boots rested atop a pile of clothing in the corner of the room. Tenfingers' hands were feverishly caressing every supple square inch of her breasts. Her eyes were half closed and a little out of focus, hypnotized by the luxurious swell of her bosom. Her brain and body were awash in an ocean of pure bliss. Her throat let a moan escape.
It had started off innocently enough. Her chest was sore from her failed attempts at removing her tunic. So she began massaging it. That's when she discovered her increase in size was accompanied by heightened sensitivity.
Soon she had abolished the soreness with slow kneading motions, yet found herself quite unable to take her hands away. Each gentle squeeze sent a thrill through her. Her hands were tracing lazy circles over the skin of her breasts, now pebbly with goosebumps. She was breathing faster now. Her fingers had reached the perimeter of her areolae and she paused, but only briefly.
The sensation was intensified by the denser concentration of nerve endings there. It took only the slightest friction to bring herself to the edge of release. Consciously she held herself there, savoring the tension for what felt like hours until she felt it start to ebb.
Then she clamped onto the nipple itself with thumb and forefingers. She was instantly rewarded with a surge of pleasure. She twisted and pulled, transforming that initial rush into a white hot torrent that consumed her, the room she was in, her entire world.
I love the look on her face, a slack mindless happy look you can only get when you lose focus of what your doing completly and just give into the feelings :)
1. Yeah, originally she was going to have her eyes closed. So when I made them open just a little, too much of the original arch remained, and they look a bit weird. Then again, I'm not going to hold anyone accountable for their ridiculous O face :) 2. We agree on spelling. I guess the confusion stems from I'm initially talking about her rubbing both of her breasts in the third paragraph, but switch to singular "nipple" in the last one. I'll change that.
I disagree with Anon's comments about the eyes (though I have to thank him for the correction of areola/areolae since I often spell it wrong too ... and the spell checker doesn't help much.) The eyes are done well and consistent with the style Woot uses. And so true about people looking odd when they show surprises ... besides, does anyone look normal when they are in a seriously delighted state? :)
Hmm, Very nice. Anyways I have a story idea for ya. How about a coffee shop story. Like how one girl is drinking coffee,trips and she accedentally gets an employees breast milk in her coffee. Something along the lines of that, I'm not fully sure on what direction it would take though.
To this day I will not understand why this is pleasurable to a girl but at the same time this does not mean I will not do it nor does it mean that I will not enjoy doing it. Girls some mysteries we just don't have enough stupidity to question.
It had started off innocently enough. Her chest was sore from her failed attempts at removing her tunic. So she began massaging it. That's when she discovered her increase in size was accompanied by heightened sensitivity.
Soon she had abolished the soreness with slow kneading motions, yet found herself quite unable to take her hands away. Each gentle squeeze sent a thrill through her. Her hands were tracing lazy circles over the skin of her breasts, now pebbly with goosebumps. She was breathing faster now. Her fingers had reached the perimeter of her areolae and she paused, but only briefly.
The sensation was intensified by the denser concentration of nerve endings there. It took only the slightest friction to bring herself to the edge of release. Consciously she held herself there, savoring the tension for what felt like hours until she felt it start to ebb.
Then she clamped onto the nipple itself with thumb and forefingers. She was instantly rewarded with a surge of pleasure. She twisted and pulled, transforming that initial rush into a white hot torrent that consumed her, the room she was in, her entire world.