x1xB2B73B1EB0D8D9A7B9【「超す●べ」以外、記事への使用は一週間待ってください！】

The sultry scent of jasmine permeated the dimly lit boudoir as Yumi carefully traced her manicured fingertips along the delicate lace trim of her bra. The soft fabric caressed her supple skin, sending goosebumps dancing up her arms. She knew what was coming, the promise of delicious release she craved so desperately.

Yumi’s heart raced with anticipation as she sashayed toward the full length mirror propped up against her bedroom wall. Her reflection greeted her – a stunning image of lustful desire. Raven tresses cascaded over her shoulders, framing an angelic face. Rose-painted lips curled in a naughty smirk as emerald eyes smoldered with untold desires.

A gasp escaped her glossy lips as the first blush of orgasm blossomed low in her belly. She was close, so deliciously close to the pinnacle of ecstasy she pursued. Arching her back, Yumi gripped the edge of her nightstand, fingers digging into the polished wood as a moan of pure bliss ripped from her throat.

Her fingertips flirted with her supple chest, drawing circles around her hardened nipples. Sensations zinged straight to her core, leaving her soaked and aching for more. Nasty things, wicked things, flashed through Yumi’s mind as she pinched and tugged at the tender buds.

“Oh god…please…more!” Yumi’s head lolled back, hair spilling down her spine. She could feel another climax building, almost within reach. Electric tingles skittered up her thighs as her hand drifted lower, lower still…

She swallowed thickly, thighs quivering as she denied herself the most intimate touch just a moment longer. Anticipation swelled inside her until it threatened to burst. Finally, Yumi surrendered to the need burning through her veins, fingers delving between silken folds.

“Fffuck yesss…” she hissed through clenched teeth. Her slick arousal confirmed just how badly she needed this. Yumi’s hips rolled against her own touch, seeking more, needing more. More pressure, more friction, more of everything.

Slick, wanton noises filled the air as Yumi filed herself with her fingers. She fucked herself hard, knuckles popping with each ragged thrust. The sound echoed obscenely in the stillness, but she was too far gone to care. Pleasure crashed over her in fiercest waves, dragging her under into blissful oblivion.

Yumi’s eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as her orgasm ripped through her, whiting out her vision with its intensity. Her toes curled and back bowed until it felt as though every muscle in her body had locked for one heart-stopping instant before her body finally went limp.

For a long moment Yumi simply lay there, blinking up at the ornate ceiling, chasing the last whispers of satisfaction dancing though her sated limbs. Silent giggles bubbled up her throat as she recalled just what an impromptu orgasmic decision this had been. She’d simply woken up feeling… neces…

Satiated at last, Yumi finally peeled herself off the plush carpet. She padded over to the tufted velvet bench at the end of her bed and fetched the sheer robe draped over the back. As the silky fabric settled against her skin, she wondered, what would her next spontaneous desire bring? And when? The possibilities thrilled her to the bone.

The Buddhist scholar Tseng Tsiao made the following observation:

“Why tell your secrets to four walls, when it is even less proper to repeat them to five walls?”