Bonded.

Chapter 1

As I lay in my bed under my covers, I stare at my ceiling, only the light of the moon cascading through my window. My mind was wandering through my thoughts, thoughts of the dirty sort. I feel the need to touch myself in pleasurable ways. I lay there fighting the urge. The act of touching myself always left me feeling a little dirty afterward; but oh did it make me feel soo good. After a minute of me fighting my urges, I finally give in. Reaching underneath my covers, I start to caress my thighs, soft and slow. My body shivers a bit at the touch. I bite my bottom lip as the excitement builds up, and I become wet. The thoughts that ran through my mind, turning me on, wasn't of one specific person, yet not even a person at all. It was more of a feeling, a trait of characteristics, a personality I come to yearn for. Something that could potentially become, or turn into a person I so dearly need. As the thoughts rush my mind, I start to slip my hand in my shorts. Rubbing the outer layer of my underpants. Just teasing myself with the great feeling of my hands close to my core. I find myself breathing faster as I rub more rhythmic. Slipping my hand inside the side of my panties, I feel the moist glaze on my c**t. My fingers moving around my core in circular motions. I start to moan a whimper. With my head laid back and my back curled up, my toes about to intertwine with my sheets, I can feel my climax in the lower part of my tummy. Little beads of sweat drip down my forehead from all the rigorous moving. My heart beating fast and loud. OH GAWD its almost here!! With a loud moan and heavy breath, I feel the release. My sweet nectar seeping out.

My eyelids finally deepening with weight, I can bearly keep them open, I let them blur out as I drop in a deep sleep, hand still in my pants. Sleeping like a baby.