𝕴ncubus | 𝙿𝙹𝙼

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 face, 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 thoughts.

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Being sexually frustrated is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I am not used to this, the feeling of desire deliciously growing in my stomach and my cunt is something I've never experienced.

My mind in a mess as I was walking to my car that was parked beside some others meaning not everybody was gone and that surprised me because I am usually that kind of student that stays until late stuffing her face in books in a table of the very back of the library.

I secured the bag on my shoulders, while my other hand went through my hair untangling some knots in the process.

I feel like a total mess, and I for sure look like one.

Are you really feeling like this just because of those damn dreams, Asami? I asked myself.

I sighed, opening the door of the drivers seat ready to put my ass on the leather sit but stopped when a feeling rushed through my body. The feeling of being watched, being observed, the feeling of having a pair of eyes on you.

My hand that was holding onto the cars door tighten, knuckles turning white. My body starting to feel hot, a thin layer of sweat forming between the valley of my breasts along with my cleavage and my forehead.

What is happening? Why do I feel like this all of a sudden? So many questions invading my mind all at once.

The wind hitting my now flushed red face, as it felt so good because of the coldness letting out a moan of satisfaction. I then started to almost hyperventilate, immediately bringing my hands towards my face moving them to fan my face some air. My lips went dry and I let my tongue out to wet them, a huff of air coming out of them.

All of a sudden my thoughts drifted to the man I was thinking of all day.

No, no, no no no no! Don't you dare think of him.

Too late.

His eyes that I remembered from the dream  took over my mind, how his dark and intense gaze was fixed on me while I pleasured my self thinking he was the one-

An almost shushed moan left my lips unconsciously, my right hand going up to shut my mouth immediately. I wasn't even touching myself what the heck is wrong with me.

Shit, I even felt some wetness inside my panties making me squeeze my thighs together.

Abruptly, the feeling of being hot and flustered left my body, a wave of relief coming down instead. The feeling of being watched by some one left too, my head snapping up looking around the whole area looking if a person was nearby, but my eyes found no one -not even a single soul.

Shaking my head and ignoring the goosebumps on my body I enter my car, locking it and resting my head on the steering wheel.

"Am I insane now? Do I have to go see a doctor?" I mumbled to myself feeling so dumb over a stupid dream that not even for an hour wants to leave my mind.

"I guess having those kind of dreams really makes you insane" I said with a groan finally admitting it to myself and ruffling my hair in a messy way before turning on my BMW and stepping on the gas pedal wanting to go home as soon as possible.

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You stepped inside, taking off your shoes and slipping in your fluffy red slippers. You made your way to your bedroom, quickly going upstairs and holding onto the door knob, you stopped for a moment.

"Let's get over this" your voice with full determination. You stepped inside your bedroom throwing your bag to the sofa nearby not even caring if it landed there or not.

Your main destination was now the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned the shower on, regulating it for a hot shower. You started stripping off your clothes, and when fully naked you pushed the glass door open stepping into the big cubicle.

Feeling the hot water running down your body, wetting you the moment you stepped underneath it. Your muscles that were tensed relaxed and you lifted your hand to massage your shoulders slowly.

Feeling relaxed, you let yourself close your eyes wanting to enjoy and to relieve your stress that you were carrying all this weekend on your body and mostly in your mind.

Your hands went down your cleavage and to the middle of your bosom. Sliding them to the side of your chest you lightly rubbed the tip of your fingers on your nipples, them immediately hardening and you let out a whimper.

You live alone, because your parents are always in business trips so you decided that it was best to live in a house by yourself near the college so you let the sinful sounds that came out your lips carelessly.

Your left hand started to massage your left boob and the other went slowly down, fingertips just lightly touching your skin but enough for goosebumps to run through all your body, wanting to have more.

Stepping back a little, your back met the cold marble bathroom wall. Not wanting to waste more time your right hand went in between your thighs, your fingers grazing over your folds slowly opening them, then going further to explore your sweet spot rubbing it ever so lightly at first.

A heavy moan left your now red lips. Your face was flushing red because you've never done this, this was the first time you were exploring yourself and you did it the same way you were doing it in that dream.  I was enjoying it, immediately loving the feeling. It was doing it in real life this time, not just a dream.

The glass door to the shower was now foggy, due to the heavy breathing and the hot water coming from the shower. All of that mixing up and sticking to the glass.

As you continued to enjoy yourself you let your mind drift to the man in your dreams, this is all his fault for making me want to touch myself, for making me want to sin. I had to do this, relieve all my tension once and for all.

"I wanted you to touch me" that sentence left your lips in a moan remembering his strong gaze, the way his veiny hands and fingers clasped yours guiding you to touch yourself.

"I wanted to know your name" you again said, whimpering when you slide a finger in and thrusting it in and out remembering how my finger felt in his mouth, how his tongue rubbed against it and how he demanded me to put it inside while he was watching like a predator himself.

Your heart was now beating loudly, it was just a dream but you felt it so real to the point that you were now touching yourself for the first time in your life because of him. I had to get him off my mind, so this is the only way.

Your head fell back, meeting with the wall behind you. Pure ecstasy is what you were feeling, but also you felt like an insane person for the reason you were touching yourself was because of a man you didn't even know, because of an stupid dream.

Right in the shower of my bathroom I let myself feel the pleasure I needed, taking out all the frustration I had. With one last moan, my juices were all over my fingers and running down my thighs, but quickly washed out by the water running down on me.

A content sigh left my lips, finishing quickly my bath and coming out with only a towel wrapped around me.

Standing infront of the big mirror my hand came up to wipe the fog off, my reflection coming to view as I let my eyes glance over my features and body before leaving the humid bathroom.

"I should do that more often"

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