tigersaint

the twentieth night:

330am, alone.

there is a storm outside, hitting the window like impatient fingers drumming on a glass tabletop.

i don't have a bed here, i have been sleeping alone on the floor. i have only a pillow, the old blanket that i keep in my backpack when i am travelling and a few pieces of clothing. i am in my pjammas, a wifebeater and an old pair of baggy pants that i paint in when i am planted somewhere long enough to settle in and set up a small studio in some quiet corner.

i lay down next to the stereo, large koss headphones cupping my ears. i twist the long cord around my ankle, calf and thigh while i listen to the bass heavy music, absent-mindedly staring at my feet as i put them in the air. i'm bored.

it's 330am and there's nothing but me, rain throwing shadows on foreign white walls, and bass pushing itself into my ears down into my chest. i can feel the bass getting all over my skin. i run my hands over my body, my nipples pushing through the cotton of my shirt, feeling myself getting wet between my legs.

i pull my threadbare blanket over my body and push my pants down to my knees. i wrap the cord of the headphones around my throat and my face, taking it into my mouth as i start to tease my nipples through my shirt.

this is my favorite thing--i get myself so worked up just by pinching and twisting my nipples through my shirt that when i finally stop teasing myself and pull it up over my tits, the first touch to my bare nipples is enough that i often cum just from that.

i pull them, drive my short nails into them through the fabric, lightly run my fingertips over them, listening to the music hypnotize me, thinking of nothing, just feeling. i slide my hand down between my legs; i feel how wet i am through my panties and i hastily push them aside so i can slide a finger inside, then two.

i start fucking myself in time to the beat, sliding the edge of my panties between my lips so that i can pull them against my clit while i fuck myself. i am rocking my hips, moans escaping my lips against my will--i don't want my hosts to hear me.

i am writhing on the floor, i am letting the music dictate my moves. i have both hands between my legs, one driving my fingers as deeply as they can go, the other pulling frantically at my panties until finally i get so frustrated and frenzied that i push them down to my knees as well, nearly ripping them in the process. i drive my fingers inside once again, my hips thrusting up off the ground, my wetness all over my hands and my thighs.

i reach up to the stereo, wet fingers turning the volume dial until the music is so loud it slams through all of me like a hungry lover set on devouring me, the bass now pounding like my heart against my chest.

i hook a finger under my wifebeater and pull it up over my chest, exposing my tits to the cold air, my blanket long ago falling away from my body as i twist on the ground, oblivious to anything but the music and my pleasure.

when i feel my wet palms lightly graze the tips of my rock hard nipples i throw my head back and feel my whole body shiver. i pinch them hard, pulling at them roughly. i gasp as i feel my orgasm start to rip through me, my clit throbbing and my hips bucking as my whole body shakes through.

i lay next to the stereo panting for a few minutes, smiling at the dark walls and staring at the door of the bedroom of my hosts, hoping that they are still asleep.

when i sit up and untangle myself from the cord of the headphones i notice that my bottom lip is bleeding.

i had bitten it to keep as quiet as i could while i came.