Enough 


5am

The alarm goes off in an hour. Time to play, then doze in a warm, sticky afterglow. There’s a toy under the pillow. Usually more like two or three really. Without exposing herself to the bedside light, she selects whatever she can grasp quickly and slips her knickers to one side with the toy firmly in place, anticipating five minutes of play, a quick, medium-strength orgasm and then almost an hour of blissful ache before work. Classic.

5.05am

Something’s wrong here. Her body shifts and shakes, She can feel herself, thick and damp between her thighs; anxious, desperate sweat behind her knees. Every so often the toy passes over just the right spot and she jerks and feels the climax build and then…. nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Not enough. Not even with the filthy, graphic fantasies playing in her mind. She moves it more urgently, her hips turning back and forth. She just wants to come. It’s such a simple request. The least she deserves.

5.10am

Actual desperation begins to set in. Hands chafe at her thighs, pinching, gripping, grabbing at the flesh around her cunt. Not enough. The movies are filthier now, and she moans her lines along with them, flinging off her sodden underwear. She needs to be filled, and with the toy an awkward shape, fucking herself with two fingers of her left hand isn’t easy even though she’s so fucking wet, so ready for anything that her fingers pass easily inside, and she moves them in unison with the sucking, vibrating, grasping little toy in place too but it’s not enough, it’s not.

5.15am

Something glass and cool to the touch violates her with ease, and this must be it at last. All pretence gone, she loses herself to him, hears his voice as clear as the morning sun, urging her on as he lies above her, his weight pinning her to the bed until he’s satisfied she’s done as she’s told. She feels herself filled, flooded with his come as he grabs those fistfuls of her flesh and counts her down with only two minutes to finish herself off.
“Two minutes is plenty for a dirty girl like you.”
And the toy shifts a little or the thoughts of him and the dildo mimicking the deep perfection of his thrusts and she hears him telling her over and over to come for him and she will, she will, she……

5.20am

It is not enough. Without him it can never be enough.

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