A Echoing Sound

There was no sound, except for shallow breathing. She slowly opened her bloodshot eyes, looking at the brown ceiling above her. She wasn't quite sure why she was there. The last thing she remembered was laying in bed, getting ready for bed. 1

Now this. 2

What happened? Why was she so hot? Why did it seem like a river just burst a dam deep within her. She sat there...thinking. 3

A deep moan burst out the shallow silence that made her hair stand on her edge. It was filled with a taste for pleasure that made her legs buckle with anticipation. She wanted it and as that moan got deeper, she needed it. Beads of sweat rolled down her blood-red face as a sensual sound of passion echoed from afar. She closed her eyes, lips tightening around her tongue. She silently moaned for it, she urged for this. 4

She stuck up one finger and ran it down the crease of her chest, reacting to each wave that hit her. She went slowly down her stomach and reached her pleasure center. A loud moan echoed across the room and it shook her to the point of no return. She stuck her willing finger in her wet, inviting pussy and shock waves brought her hips up, buckling from the impact. She rubbed her g-spot, her pussy walls closing tight, wanting to pump and grind and grind. 5

It felt so good, so right, so what she wanted. 6

As those echoes from afar got louder and more passionate, she could feel herself getting closer to a climax she was hungry for. The sounds of a climax vibrated deep inside this room as she shook without control, her legs buckling and the eyes rolling in the back of her hand. After, she laid down, still shaking from what she felt and realized that what she heard was herself. 7

She wanted to hear it again.8