Getting Some. Kayla Perrin

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      My eyes fly open, and I see darkness. My hand is in my panties between my legs, two fingers resting on my wet, engorged clitoris. For a moment I’m confused.

      And then I realize I was dreaming.

      I groan, disappointed to have been pulled from my dream at the best moment. Groan because I’m disappointed my dream wasn’t reality, that there isn’t a gorgeous man between my thighs ready to make me come.

      I close my eyes, stroke my wet pussy and hope to recapture the sensations I was experiencing in the dream. I try to imagine Taye Diggs going down on me, then Shemar Moore, then a few other hot actors I like. But I can’t hold a single image long enough, like my subconscious won’t let me enjoy my carnal urge to get off.

      After nearly a minute, I give up. My body is still aroused, but I can’t get my mind to that place where I can reach orgasm.

      I want a man, not my fingers. A man stroking my clit. A man’s teeth grazing it. A tongue so far inside my pussy it’s driving me crazy.

      I might not miss Adam, but I do miss the sex. And with Adam the sex was frequent, and passionate.

      My body craves that—with a real lover.

      Rolling onto my side, I glance at the digital clock on my night table. It’s 6:18 in the morning.

      Once again I close my eyes, this time trying to sleep. But after five minutes of tossing and turning, I know that I can’t.

      I’m still aroused.

      I need to fuck.

      Slowly, I rise and turn on the bedside lamp. I open the drawer on my night table and reach down to the bottom, beneath various papers, until I feel my vibrator. I pull it out, and go back into the drawer for the DVD I want to watch.

      When Adam and I were together, we watched lots of porn—at his suggestion. Most of it was simply raunch, one guy after the next getting sloppy blow jobs and spraying semen all over some woman’s face. Those didn’t appeal to me, and I suggested to Adam that he find something a bit more appealing to couples.

      That’s what this DVD is—a movie of various sexual scenes, all featuring couples.

      I like this one because the women get just as much attention to their needs as the men do. Guys eat pussy—and lots of it. They suck on tits like they want to make a woman come that way.

      I turn on the television, making sure the volume is low, then insert the DVD into the machine. As I make my way back to the bed, my clit starts to pulse, anticipating what it’s going to experience.

      Using the remote, I fast forward until I find a scene that will get me off. It’s an up-close view of a vagina and the man’s mouth that is all over it. The angle allows me to see every explicit detail.

      I push my nightshirt up and my panties down, slip two fingers between my folds and settle them on my clit. But I don’t start stroking myself—not yet. I want to enjoy the graphic visual, the way a woman enjoys the build up of foreplay.

      So with my free hand I begin playing with a nipple, pulling it and tweaking it until it is fully aroused. Waves of carnal pleasure sweep through me. My eyes are glued to the television, taking in every delicious moment of that hungry mouth devouring pussy.

      And when the man pulls the woman’s folds apart, completely exposing her clitoris, I start to stroke my pussy in earnest. The man flicks the tip of his tongue over her again and again, until the woman starts to cry out. As she does, the man completely draws her nub into his mouth and sucks on it.

      My heart rate picks up speed—and so do my fingers. I rub them over my clit in a circular motion, creating delicious heat. Now I am the woman onscreen. Her pleasure is my pleasure.

      My lover pulls my clit deep into his mouth and suckles on my clit. The sounds of pleasure he makes excites my entire body. I’m breathless as he stops sucking on my clit and runs his tongue along my opening. The next instant, he slips two fingers inside, pulls them out and licks them, then moans happily and plunges his tongue into my vagina. Fuck, that’s so hot.

      As the man’s tongue goes deep into the woman’s pussy, I insert two fingers into my own.

      It’s wet, and warm. I stretch my fingers inside, but it doesn’t reach where I need to be touched. On the screen, the woman is screaming with the onset of her release. The man is fingering her now while sucking on her clit. After a moment, the man moves his body upward and starts to deep throat the woman—not what I want to see.

      With one hand I grip the remote and rewind the scene, while with the other I grab the vibrator. It’s shaped like a massive black cock, and for now, it is my lover.

      “Eat that pussy,” I say softly as I ease the cock inside of me. I don’t turn it on. Not yet. For now, I enjoy every sensation this life-like cock brings me.

      My pussy throbs out of control as I watch the way the man suckles on the exposed clitoris. Fuck, that guy knows how to go down on a woman.

      “Eat that pussy…” I plunge the cock inside me, gasp as I wiggle it around. My God, that feels amazing. With my free hand, I play with my pussy, massage my nub until I have to bite down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans.

      I continue to thrust the cock in and out, in and out. It’s large, and fills me completely.

      “Yes, baby…” I murmur, stroking my engorged nub. “Fuck, yeah…”

      The woman on the television screen screams when she starts to orgasm, and I watch. Watch the guy draw the clitoris fully into his mouth as she writhes in ecstasy. Watch him thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy as he continues to eat her.

      And then my body jerks, a sudden orgasm gripping me with its sharp talons. The walls of my vagina close around the cock, pulsate against it as my body explodes.

      For the next minute or so, I simply lie there, my body spent from my release. The sound of my heavy breathing mixes with the faint sound of fucking emanating from the TV. I reach for the remote and turn the movie off.

      Then I pull out the vibrator, head off the bed and go to my bathroom to clean up.

      When I’m back under my covers, I snuggle against my pillow and try to summon some of the warmth I felt during my orgasm.

      I can’t.

      Later that morning, after I eat breakfast alone in my kitchen, I decide that I must get out of the house. First, I call Annelise, but she doesn’t answer, so I call another friend, Risha. We’re not extremely close, but occasionally go to the spa or hair salon together where we can spend a few hours gossiping.

      Risha is home, and we make plans to meet an hour later at the spa we frequent downtown. I tell her I’ll call the spa to schedule pedicures, and that she’ll hear from me only if we can’t get an appointment.

      An hour later, Risha is heading to the building’s steps as I park in an available spot on the street. I toot the horn, and she glances over her shoulder. When she sees me, she smiles and waves.

      I finish parking and get out of the car. Risha rushes toward me, her arms outspread.

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