Have You Hurt for Me Today?

Oh fuck. I woke up this morning and read your message. My mouth went dry. I skipped back to your recorded message of the night before and I went wet. I could feel my heartbeat racing and my need growing. Still, I did need to get to work soon. I popped into the shower and washed my hair and put in the conditioner. As I did so, from time to time my hand would dip lower and pinch, pull and twist one nipple and then the other. I close my eyes and just let my body take in only the sensations going through me. I grab my phone and I put your message on loop. I change the shower head to pulsate and a directed stream. I hold my cunt lips open and begin the assault on my pussy that you own. Almost immediately, an orgasm grants me release. More. I want more. I keep my hand steady where it is and I can feel my body tense, naturally going into a crouched position, my legs splayed open. I scream as another orgasm follows on the heels of the first, and then another and another. I can feel my brain going away, no thinking, no talking. Just the sound of your voice, telling me again and again to come. I yell as the orgasms just keep coming. I hear myself start to mutter. ‘Oh please sir, yes sir, let me come sir, fuck me sir, do it, do it, please sir, let me come, let me come for you, fuck your whore, fuck me.’ The orgasms are coming fast and furious, each one growing in intensity. Still my mantra continues. Oh god, I can feel it, my body preparing itself for a massive orgasm, I beg, I plead, I am desperate to come for you and for me. I go up on my toes. My whole body is ready, reaching and reaching, feeling that need approaching and becoming more intense, sitting on the edge, just waiting and then, as it hits I scream. I scream out to you, begging you, thanking you, I can feel the spray shoot out of me, mixing with the water in the tub heading down the drain. I fall to my knees, shower head still in hand. I’m panting, I hear your voice, telling me to breathe, I let my head flop down, I reach across and swap the knobs to the overhead, letting my arm drop to my side, but your voice is still in my head. I can hear it there. Echoing around my brain, the question you ask of me? ‘Have you hurt for me today, slut?’

With a light whimper, I swap back to the handheld shower head, I target the shower head back to my swollen, red, undeniably used cunt. The minute the water hits, another orgasm flies through me, like it was just there, waiting in the wings, knowing I’d not satisfied you, nor me. One after another they rip through my body. I’ve lost count long ago. I feel my body trembling, no, shaking, coming again and again. Each time, I beg more earnestly, more frantically. ’Please sir, oh fuck, yes sir, oh hell, come, come, come, fuck me fuck me please sir let me me oh fuck sir sir sir please, I become incoherent and words fly through my mind, my brain doesn’t even acknowledge them, they’re merely in transit from my lips to your ears. The pain starts to blend with the pleasure, my overaroused cunt is screaming to be left alone, at peace, or is that just me. I no longer know or care, I just let my body handle everything. Again, here it comes, a massive orgasm, building, pushing, forcing my legs as far apart as the tub will allow me. I am poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. No, wanting to fall, to depart and just be with the air. My orgasm hits and I spray once again, my whole body gyrating, grasping each sensation but equally trying to run away from it. Wave after wave, animalistic noises issue from my mouth, I grunt and scream and low and bellow again and again, it’s not stopping. The pain, the pleasure, hand in hand a type of sweet torture that assaults all of my senses. I can no longer see or hear. I feel. Just feel with the constant babble in the backround, a frenzy of some sort, like a buzzing in my ears. As the last of the spray leaves me, I collapse forward into the bathtub. How long I lay there, Ive no idea. I slowly come back to myself, I’m cold, freezing cold. The tap, but no. Hair. The word pops in and then out. I hold the means of my demise over my head and rinse out the conditioner. I push against the tub and manage to flip ungraciously backwards until I’m sitting in the tub, braced my the back. I breathe. I try to focus. Clean. I reach to the left and find the soap there. I manage to make an attempt to clean myself. Then run the ice cold water all over me, rinsing the soap foam off of me. I drop the shower head and push up with all my strength, which isn’t much at this point, and manage to return to a standing position. I turn off the water, wrap a towel around me. Make my way to the bed. I drop there, curl into a ball, quickly think better of it as my engorged cunt protests. I roll my hips so they are as far over as I can get them, I spread my legs wide, letting air get to my lips. I sleep.