UNLEASHING DESIRE(SPG)

Chapter Four

Sitting in front of my computer I began to make another entry for todays update. The words fly out as soon as I hit the keyboard at fast speed. The ideas keeps flashing in my mind without a pause.

I could my feel mental and emotional state was surprisingly stable. This has never happen to me ever since I started writing.

Every time I want to make a story or even an episode, I will racked my brain out just to have satisfactory results.

Tonight was very different, I was just like fetching a Chinese cabbage in the sidewalk on how easy and fast I make my plot. The thought of it excites me. The smile on my face shines incredibly bright.

I remember his deep obsidian eyes looking at me intently, and it was like a magnet that unconsciously draws my attention to it.

Bewitch by his handsome appearance, his impressive perfect tall bridge nose, his well even thin lips correspond to his dark wheat complexion.

My lips went dry, I feel thirsty all of the sudden. Out of habit, I can't help but lick my chapped lips to moisten them.

Greedy. Hunger. I can't remove him on my mind. I remember how he quenches and satisfies my desire. His strong bulky muscles and his great stamina.

My breath became disordered when I think of it. I feel like out of breath, hot and itchy.

My restless hands reach out into my shirt and unbuttoned it. It let out my twin fat jade peaks that was still bound and can’t wait to jump out any second.

My skin came in contact with cold air just right for my intense desire. The soft cherries on the peaks immediately hardened making a visible bulge at the pad.

I unhooked and released my two white fat jade peaks. It bounces happily the moment it was freed.

I knead my big white fat jade peaks lightly. It was so big that I can’t cover it completely with my hand.

Unsatisfied with it, I pinch the cherries of my mountains thinking about how he did it with me. My hands continue to knead my peaks while the cherries on its top was place between my fingers and pinched it from time to time.

My movement became more and more rigorous and heavy. The twin peaks was knead into different shapes and there was a glaring red patch that could be seen by the naked eye.

I feel sticky and wet between my legs, and my face heated up in lust and shame. But my movement continues and became even more intense.

Rubbing my legs together so that I could temporarily satisfy my desire. My hands can’t satisfied my needs anymore, I was on fire and simply kneading my twin peaks can’t calm me down.

When it cannot soothe my growing desire, I laid my hands down below the entrance of my honey pot. My hands came in contact with warm lewd liquid.

I don't know how to please myself and I have never done it myself before. I'm just doing it based on instinct and based on what I remember him did to me.

I massage gently the fat cheeks on my honey hole that was covered by my own lewd water. The mussel inside keeps opening and closing, drooling in anticipation.

I grope and explore the scenery below. Frome the small soft sensitive beads, plump soft cheeks and slippery mussel.

'I want to plug something in,' I thought to myself. I tried to slipped my fingers inside the closed tunnel but I can’t seem to find the opening.

When my finger successfully entered in I feel my fingers numb and was sucked tightly in.

'....too narrow,' I grumble and wondered how did his arm's thick meat stick penetrate inside.

Talking about his giant behemoth, I began to reminiscent about the feeling of him inside me. How full I am when he plugs me in.

I remember that it hurts when he plugs his meat stick in like I was torn in half. He pauses his movement and tries to appease me, telling me that it will fade away in a moment.

He moves his bottom slowly, carefully not to cause me another discomfort. It didn't take long before the pain is gone and started to feel pleasure.

I was dissatisfied with his slow movement and it didn’t meet my needs. I want him to fasten his movements but I was ashamed to say it myself.

Until I can’t take it anymore and began to take initiative and also started to meet his thrust.

The way his thick root rummage my inside that I felt I’m about to break. The way I was shaken dizzy by his fierce attack but I was still holding unto him tightly, clinging to maintain our connection.

The hot and lewd scene played repeatedly on my mind like a broken recorder making me yearn for more.

'..hmmm.' I hummed in delight as I add another finger inside thinking that it was his hot stiff meat rod that was being inserted. I feel my inside muscles tense and clipped tightly on my fingers.

Like it gnawed my fingers inside making my fingers inside had a hard time to move. 'No wonder men like their meat rod to stab inside, the clip was so tight . I heard that it was more heavenly if it was tight,' shocked by my dirty imagination.

My thin jade fingers went in and out of my warm tavern bringing large amount of lewd water every moment. Sweat oozes on my forehead and it formed into large beads.

My muscles tightened I feel that I was about to reach the peak of pleasure, I drive my fingers as fast as I could. My other finger went in and out at the muddy hole while the other one was kneading and pinching my fat jade mountain.

My toes curl in intense pleasure and a large stream of kinky fluid sprayed out. It sprays into the air making a fountain of kinky water.

The chest goes up and down in hurry to catch my breath. I could feel the every pores of my body opened up. Every muscle of my body was tense for the intense feeling I experience.

Looking at my soaked fingers and the mess I made I couldn't help big sigh in helplessness. I was craving for more ever since I have tasted it.

I waited for a little longer before the pleasure subsided and started to clean up. I picked handful of tissue and wipe my soaked fingers. I look for a unusable cloth to wipe the wet stains on the floor.

After cleaning up the whole room, I took a cold bath to calm down refresh my mind. Lying in the bed thinking what I have done. I scolded myself for stealing food.

Maybe the incident was so intense that it worn me out. I started to feel sleepy not long after and dozed off.

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And saved! Wiping my non-existent sweat, the plot was so intense that I am almost carried away. I am in better mood looking at the numbers of words I made tonight.

It's odd though. I mean, I'm committed in writing a novel but I never have this day where I write things smoothly.

Specially after I always had a tight schedule at the company that my time for writing a content shortened.

If it weren’t for the problems at the company I could spend my time writing a content without stressing myself.

My brain always sends me what I will jot down, as in I didn't have enough time to think, it's just that my fingers work quickly, and then before I know it I've finished the worth whole week chapter.

I like how efficient my work is, it saves my brain my thinking so much and even avoid having headaches. I just don’t know if this will continue to happen or it was just a spur of moment.