Writings

Solitary Cloud

She sat at her computer staring at the screen. Glancing over at her tea cup, it was still empty. She picked it up. Definitely empty. She sighed.

“Sweetie, would you make me a cup of tea?” she asked holding out her cup to him.

“Yes, of course. Especially if it gets another story written,” he teased.

Well, I have been so frustrated. Between putting a new operating system on my computer, dealing with the subsequent glitches and the furball from hell in my fan, I have felt rather off put when it comes to writing,” she admited.

“Yes, but you have all these new ideas to work into stories,” he said.

“Well, there is the camping trip and the animal that fell against the tent,” she replied. “I could use that in a werewolf story.”

“Not to forget the silliness during sex the other day,” he added.

“Oh, I’d almost forgotten about that!” she smiled.  She stood up from the computer and wrapped her arms around his waist as he stood waiting for the kettle to pop. “Feel like going there again?” she asked.

He turned in her arms. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said and took his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

A few minutes later, they were laying on the bed. He had turned on the mp3 player set to random. She had grabbed the three vibrating toys and the container of lubricant. He rolled over and grabbed the blindfold out of the bottom drawer and wrapped it around her eyes.

“You know, part of me says I could just close my eyes and have the same effect,” she said.

“blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night” played in the background. He smiled at the serendipity of the music on random.

“No, it isn’t the same. You can always open your eyes, but you can’t always move a blindfold,” he said as he grabbed the lubricant and the small finger vibrator. He dabbed some of the clear jell on and then turned it on. “Any guesses which one this is?” he asked as he touched it to her outer lips.

“No, but it feels nice,” she replied.

He moved it slowly between her lips until it neared her clit. She began to squirm. He took the other vibrator and began to trace it across her nipples.

“Mama’s got a squeeze box, She wears on her chest, And when Daddy comes home, He never gets no rest,…” was the next song on the playlist. They both giggled this time, and he took the moment of distraction to switch positions of the finger vibrator to right up against her clit.

“Oh my!” she squeaked.

“Like that do you?” he asked. He moved his fingers around until the vibrator was moving up and down from her clit to her opening. Then he moved the vibrator that had been teasing her nipples down to the opening of her pussy and stroked her here until it was wet. Then he slipped it in as far as it would go, and moved it in and out.

“Oh yes. Ohohohohohoh…. yeeessss….” she moaned.

He increased the vibration and smiled again as the music changed.

“Close my eyes
She’s somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations
She’s giving me excitations
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you made this playlist on purpose,” she gasped.

“Wish that I had, but it is totally random,” he said. Moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy as well as the clit being stimulated had her moaning and squirming on the bed. He could feel the drops of pre-cum drop onto his thigh. He wouldn’t last too much longer at this pace either. It had been nearly four days since the last time they’d had sex. Not a record, but each of them knew that it wasn’t a good thing to go too long.

“Sweetie, pppplease,” she moaned. “Ppplease…”

He moved the vibrators off to one side and slid between her swollen wet lips. He swore he could still feel the vibrations in her muscles. She started to come almost the instant he entered her. Straddling her lower leg and moving the upper one over, he was able to slide into her deeply. It was a position the both loved. He moved fast with the rhythm of the next song that began to play.


“Relax don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come”

She wasn’t sure which hit first, the orgasm or the giggles. All she knew was that she felt so good as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. He clung to her upper leg as he thrust deeply, the last stroke bringing him to orgasm.

“Ooohhhh gods,” he groaned. They collapsed to the bed in sticky happiness. As they fell asleep, the music played on.

“Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused”

Thanks to Manfred Man’s Earth Band, the Who, the Beach Boys, Frankie Goes to Hollywood and the Eurythmics for the music.

Close my eyes
She’s somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations
She’s giving me excitations
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations

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