Thursday Taster: Remembering Katie

I'm back with another Thursday Taster, a taster of hopefully what will become my first f/f story. Comments will be especially appreciated as f/f is something I have only dabbled with and I want to make sure I don't fuck it up.
Once you have perused my offering please hit the following link

http://thursdaytasters.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/thursday-tasters-18-september-2014.html

and see what delights all my wonderful friends have in store for you this week.

Thank you.

Remembering Katie

As the first rays of sun caressed Summer's body she stretched, and began to slowly wake. Opening her eyes she turned her head, and stared at the empty space next to her. Reaching across Summer smoothed her hand over the cold sheet, before turning her head away and stared at the window.

Summer hated waking up alone yet refused to allow anyone to sleep next to her, and had ever since the only person she had ever really loved, Katie, had left for the city. The two of them were supposed be going together but never having gone further than the small town, a few miles from the village where she lived, Summer had got cold feet at the last minute. Now every morning when she woke she would stare at the empty space, think of Katie and dream of what could have been.

Together the two of them had been the perfect couple, hardly ever apart and even the narrow minded villagers who, at first, shunned the pair of them as they walked around like any other couple grew to admire them, as they refused to buckle to the pressure of their parents to find nice boys and settle down, as they put it.

Summer closed her eyes, pictured Katie next to her and felt a warmth coursing through her body, a warmth which sent tingles of electricity to her nipples, hardening them instantly, before continuing down through her stomach and coming to a stop between her legs.

Slipping her hand in to the top of her white, cotton, panties Summer stretched to her full length and began to rub her swollen lips. Moaning Katie's name as she flicked her erect clitoris the feelings only Katie had ever caused her to feel surged through her body and, as her orgasm began to take hold, a lone tear fell from her eyes. It was then Summer finally realized that to be happy she had to bite the bullet, and head for the city.

©JSMorbius

Masturbation Monday: Memories, of what we used to have

It's been a while since I brought you a solo tale to begin the week with but I have decided there is no more time to worry about how shit life is and get back to doing what I do.

Memories, of what we used to have

It had been so long since we had made love that I had forgotten what your soft body against mine felt like, yet that didn't stop me dreaming that, maybe one day, we would fuck again like we had when we first met, damn those days were good. Morning, noon and night we would be at it and there was no position, no kink, out of bounds as we get to know every inch of each others body, intimately. Then, just like I always seemed to, I fucked up and until those first few weeks returned I had to make do with my dreams, my fantasies, and my hand.

Thanks to my stupidity, my paranoia, masturbation was now the only release I had from the sexual frustration that tore through my body every time I looked at you, thought of you, heard your soft voice but just the thoughts of your soft skin, your firm full breasts, your gorgeous legs and tight shaved pussy always drove me wild with lust and had me hard within seconds.

Curling my fist, lightly, around my throbbing shaft I always moved my hand slowly, at least to begin with, up and down the shaft while letting my free hand slip between my legs and toy with my tight ass, just like you always used to do, as I moan your name softly in the hope that, one of these days you would walk in, catch me and remember how it used to be between us, hoping that you would stop me and replace my rough, calloused hand with the delicate softness of yours, but you never did and my dream always ended the same way, with my body trembling violently as my thick seed erupted from the small slit in the end of my cock before splattering down on my chest, leaving me breathless.

©JSMorbius2013