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Her legs spread up and out like the tail of a mermaid.

By F. Leonora SolomonPublished 10 months ago Updated 5 months ago 3 min read
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Sometimes as much as she liked her intimacy and to have a long lead-up to sex with herself, sometimes Gen was not in the mood for that.

Today she had been particularly horny. She had almost stepped into the bathroom at work a few times to stop the deep ache that was between her legs. But she was under a deadline and an adult so she had stayed at her desk. Barely making it into her apartment and with a sharpened urge to touch herself when she put the key in the door she was proud she had gotten what she needed to get done at work. Gen was a workaholic among other things...

She mirrored the typical increased urgency to pee when you put the key in the door, with the increased urge to touch herself and orgasm instead. Gen put her bag down when she finally opened the door and washed her hands before she walked into her bedroom and took off her coat. Touching the fabric of her blouse before unbuttoning her buttons, the divide between her breasts felt like her skin was going to erupt warm like lava. The feeling of her fingers was so sensitive there, as she took off her bra and flung it across the room not even sure where it landed.

Her fingers at the small of her back were torturous as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She saw her reflection in her mirror. Her perfect red lip, she loved that she had kept her lip red throughout the day. She loved that color red. And as much as she had bitten her lip from the throbbing between her legs it was impressive it lasted.

Shifting at her desk all day had not helped ease her ache, walking was almost too much her labia was that sensitive and swollen. Now with her legs pressed together as she ran her fingers over the tattoo just below her pelvic bone -- Homo sum humani a me nihil alienum puto, it read her fingers over just the skin there was incendiary. Her body was on fire for sensation in such a way, that just to touch any part of the network of her skin set her off like an unexpected bomb in a war zone mine.

Gen walked into her bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. Its coolness was a shock to her fiery skin, but stilled her for a second like taking a cold shower. She sat there before she stepped into the tub and spread her legs. The coolness of the tub and the heat of her body meshed quickly. Gen dissolved in the waterless tub and into the fluidity of her arousal. Her legs spread up and out like the tail of a mermaid, her fingers completely damp from the core of her. Her fingers moved masterfully over the sweet core of her labia and their perilous ridge. She almost hit her head on the edge of the porcelain tub, as she reached her peak. Her legs clamped around her hand as she moved her fingers in and out of her to dampen them so she did not get too much friction on her clit.

She closed her eyes and gasped as if she had just finished a marathon when she came. A smile broke out across her face and she could smell the fruit of her labor sweetly redolent from fingers.

She liked the way that she smelled after she came. I am human, and I think nothing human is alien to me, her tattoo read and it was true.

Especially in terms of pleasure.

Read the next story in the series, Sexy Librarian here.

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F. Leonora Solomon

writer and inevitably curious human. read more stories by me on Medium & connect with me on Twitter

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  • Jay Kantor6 months ago

    F.L. ~ How Titillating could you be! I'm so glad I've discovered your Devilish Wit ~ *I have subscribed to you with, of course, Pleasure! I've written articles on my Blog such as "Sit Tight" this kind of various topic 'Schtick' just rambles through my fingers - Through my "Alter Ego" which was a story that was just to write. I'm sorry, my intent is not to self-promote; I only do this, because 'I can' - nothing more. But, your kind of work has inspired me to be more risky: Ah, what a 'Pioneer' you are! Thank you for that, Mz. Solomon * I look forward to your next 'Adventure?' Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, Cal 'Senior' Vocal Author

  • Naomi Gold6 months ago

    I’m so glad to find someone who writes erotic fiction on here. I’ve been wanting to, but it feels like no one else does, which makes me bashful. This is literary erotica, my favorite. ❤️

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