I was bored and lonely and burning with desire.

I could have called my friend Cleo, but it was rather late. I watched television for a while, but found that boring too. I got up and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine, and again tried to settle down in front of the television, but I just couldn’t concentrate.

It was a sexy rerun, Fatal Attraction, which increased my desire for a man (or woman).

Cleo and I had been lovers on and off for some time, but we both dated men as well. We agreed that men could be quite a pleasure, yet at the same time quite a nuisance. It was a “mixed bag,” as they say, and could lead to too many complications.

As I sipped my wine, I thought of the last time I had been with Mark, who had been a tender but passionate lover, making me come over and over again. He was probably the best of any of the men I’d slept with. He knew all the right places to touch and kiss and he had a remarkable cock as well. His lovemaking was extraordinary. Unfortunately, he was out of town on business.

I felt myself become moist with that thought, and then envisioned my last encounter with him several days ago. I touched my breasts, felt my nipples stiffen, and thought that that might drive me crazy before the night was over if I didn’t do something.

I decided to take a shower and let the water run as hot as I dared without scorching my body. I lathered up with my favorite soap and caressed myself, sliding my hands down along my hips very slowly. I paused, wishing to prolong the sensation, finally moving to the inside of my thighs and then back to my firm buttocks. Mark often caressed them gently, and now I imitated his motions, slowly and tenderly, as the water cascaded over me.

I lathered my hair with shampoo, and as I did, the suds slid down my body and rested on my erect nipples. My entire body became electrified as I allowed my hands to glide from my breasts to my abdomen. I massaged my thighs some more, then let my hands wander to the part in my legs. The shampoo coursed down my body. My hands were still covered with soap. I moved them to my folds, parting the labia to find the spot that anxiously awaited my touch.

My clitoris stood erect like Mark’s penis, and I envisioned that penis touching me there, massaging the button gently but firmly before he penetrated me. At other times Mark would simply lick me with his tongue until I could endure it no longer. Cleo could have the same effect on me, but in a totally different way. Tonight my thoughts were of Mark as I gradually increased the tempo, making my clitoris pleasantly tender and tingly. Still further increasing the rhythm, I began to feel a fire throughout my body.

I kept up the pace until my torso shuddered as I came hard and fast. I continued to come, over and over. It was no longer just the water flowing over my body, but my own juices flowing too. I couldn’t resist the impulse to allow my fingers to penetrate where Mark’s cock might be, plunging them into myself as deep as I could.

When I recovered I finished rinsing my hair, and stepped shakily out of the shower. I stood there for a moment before toweling off, my loins still aflame with desire.

I wrapped the towel around me, went to the bedroom, and flopped on my bed. My efforts to calm myself through self-gratification were not yet complete. My hands returned to their previous focal point. I exploded again almost on the instant, and finally lay back, exhausted.