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4.11.2016: The Storm


Story Inspired by: Masturbation Monday

The Storm

There was something about it that always drew me to the window. I parted the soft thin drapes and watched as the drops of rain cried over the city. Each drop drummed its own tune on to each surface creating the song of storm. Thunder shook the moist air and lightening made its debut somewhere off in the distance lighting the sky in its path.

I sat for what felt like an eternity just listening and watching how the drops transformed the world into a wet mess of awe. Each time the thunder clapped, my nipples tightened as if feeling the strike directly. The cool breeze stroked my skin, leaving raised skin from the chill. I reached over to grab my sweater to distract myself from the liquid pooling, and I didn’t mean the rain. Ever since I could remember, I’d been a slave to the rain feeling it’s call. Today was no different. I was being disobedient, but I knew that I would pay the price.

The thunder roared at me and I stumbled backwards away from the window. I reached toward the curtain and lightening flashed brightly, pushing me back again. Another roar sent me backwards onto the bed and the wind blew fiercely uncovering my legs from beneath my skirt. Trembling in brazen lust, I untied my halter tank and threw it to the floor. The storm calmed a bit but the wind blew the curtain keeping it open.

My hands caressed my thighs as if they had a mind of their own while they put on a teasing show. The thunder rumbled low and menacing, warning me about stalling. My fingers slid into my panties and the long moan that rang free was appreciative. My fingers awakened nerves as it parted, caressed, and stroked. I was drenched and my cunt mimicked the sounds of the rain. The growling thunder warned me again, louder this time and I penetrated my heat.

The wind kissed my thighs, sucked my nipples, and forced shivers from my body. I twisted my fingers, pumped, caressed, stroked, ground my hips, clenched my muscles, and still I wanted more. Arching, the cool air nipped my folds pushing me closer to the edge while it pulled at the tips of each nipple. Lightening sparked and I panted in submission to the inevitable. Whistling winds cranked up the tempo and I begged.


Thunder groaned in disapproval taking me higher into its grasp.


My body took over making me grip the sheets as lust blinded me. The whirling wind hallowed at the same time that the rain beat down harder. Lightening flashed repeatedly, signaling the storms overwhelming desire coming close to combustion. Air left my lungs and I was suspended in time until the thundered roared, blasting my orgasm through over limb as it sought release. The scream that poured from my throat was drowned out by the storm. I knew its power was greater and this was just another way that its dominance was demonstrated.

The shocks lasted for an eternity but when they calmed along with the storm, I was spent across the bed. Clothes in a disarray, I was used and disposed until the next time; passed out from another hard session initiated by the storm. The light kisses of approval were placed every where at once, before the storm vanished, leaving me craving its energy and feeling more captive than ever before.

5 thoughts on “4.11.2016: The Storm

  1. Hum…submitting to the will of Zeus the God of thunder by being a slave to his fore play. 🤔❤️It.

    1. That is an interesting way to view it!

  2. I never have been a big fan of storms, but this may make me rethink that stance. 😉

    1. lol I think you should. Who knows where it may lead?

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