Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... seemed just out of reach.

Riding him with increasing fervor, I was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting sensations. My heightened sensitivity made every touch electrifying – the brush of his skin, the contours of his anatomy, the texture of his fingerprints – all magnified to an extraordinary degree. Yet, alongside this amplified pleasure was a growing frustration, a craving for something more, something essential that was missing.

Desperate for release, I focused on the feel of his hands on my enlarged breasts, the tender pressure of my nipples against his palms. But the elusive fullness I sought seemed to evade me, a tantalizing promise just beyond grasp.

In a fluid motion, I disengaged and rolled onto the bed beside him. Greg, responding to my unspoken desire, quickly positioned himself on top of me. He entered me again, this time reaching slightly deeper, igniting a fierce moan from my lips. "Ohhh, yes!" The pressure within me continued to mount, my pleas growing more fervent, "Harder! Harder please!!"

His hands returned to my breasts, grasping and kneading with a raw intensity. His lips found my nipples, his tongue rough against the sensitive skin, creating a sensation that was both exquisitely pleasurable and almost unbearably intense.

Greg's thrusts grew more vigorous, his movements more passionate than ever before. The dream blurred the lines between reality and fantasy, each moment intensifying the hunger within me, a hunger for a fulfillment that ...

... seemed perpetually just out of reach. The dichotomy of pleasure and frustration melded into a singular, overpowering need, driving me towards an edge that seemed both imminent and impossibly distant.

In the surreal landscape of my dream, Greg's abrupt departure from my breasts was marked by his breathy, urgent whisper, "I-I’m gonna cum!" The sensation of his release within me was more vivid than anything I had ever experienced, each millimeter of his warmth spreading through me with an intensity that was new, yet it left me achingly unfulfilled.

The unrelieved pressure inside me felt like a pressure cooker left unattended, the heat and tension rising uncontrollably. Greg's body, now spent, collapsed gently onto my chest, his breathing slowing as he drifted into a post-orgasmic doze.

Trapped beneath him in my dream, I felt as if I were on the cusp of an explosive release, time itself seemingly suspended in this moment of intense longing.

But then, reality gradually seeped back as I began to awaken on the plane. This time, my arousal didn't culminate in an orgasm but rather left me in a state of acute, almost painful need.

Covered in sweat and teetering on the edge of release, I felt a desperate urgency. Like a dam straining against the force of an unyielding torrent, I needed relief – and quickly.

With a sense of urgency bordering on panic, I grabbed my purse and made a beeline for the washroom once again. The door slammed shut behind me, and I faced my ...