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I make my way back up to my room without seeing another soul on the way. I’m grateful for this because I’m so flustered by my conversation with Adas that I’m unsure I’d be able to hide it if someone asked me how I was feeling.
As my bedroom door closes behind me, I consider something I haven’t thought about at all since I came out of my coma.
Do I still feel pleasure at all?
Will I disappoint Adas if I can’t orgasm?
The thought fills me with dread. Knowing how much effort it will take for me to regain feeling in my legs, I’d hate to think that I could only get my ability to walk back in exchange for sexual pleasure.
There’s only one way to find out, and I doubt I’ve ever been more compelled towards it before.
I wheel myself over to my bed, climbing in and covering my legs up with a blanket immediately. The idea of touching myself feels so foreign and strange, like it’s something I’ll have to relearn slowly and painfully, just like walking.
When I reach down, I’m shocked to feel any sensation at all. I can just barely feel my fingers rubbing the outside of my panties lightly, but anything is better than nothing at all. Now that I’ve regained this aspect of my attraction to Adas, I feel like there’s a chance I could still orgasm.
I start slow, exploring the regions of my outer and inner labia and their varying levels of sensitivity. My clit is still the most sensitive part of me, but I’m able to arouse myself by touching the outer part of my vulva as well.
At first, I feel somewhat embarrassed, like I’m stumbling around in the dark looking for a light switch that’s right in front of me.
I decide to stop for a second and breathe, allowing my newfound attraction to Adas to guide me. I have no idea where to begin, so I choose to let my fantasies carry me away. If they compel me to keep trying, then I will.
I imagine him coming to me in the middle of the night, desperate for me after so many weeks of having to keep his distance, of having to be gentle with me as I recover. I picture him telling me to suck his huge cock, tasting his arousal for me, and letting it slide down his shaft as I tease him.
Thinking about watching him masturbate seems to turn me on a lot, which I wouldn’t have expected since I was so submissive before.
I think about him trying to distract himself from me as he helps me change clothes, maybe even as he helps me shower. I’d love to watch him try and keep himself under control as he strips me naked to wash me, rubbing soap all over me and feeling his cock throb as he touches my pussy.
Suddenly I can feel the rush as my blood begins to pump harder, such a strangely familiar feeling in this otherwise unfamiliar body. I lie back completely now, arching my spine as I feel the electricity begin to take over.
The look he gave me when he said all those things stays in my mind, drowning out anything else that I might dream up to bring me to orgasm. All I need is his face, that knowing glance as if he hasn’t stopped thinking of the ways he wants to take me as soon as I’m able.
I feel the warmth spread between my legs in asymmetrical patches, but it’s there nonetheless. I close my eyes and concentrate on it hard, imagining Adas kissing and licking my pussy hungrily.
How fast could he make me cum if he really wanted to?
I bet he knows secrets about my body that even I don’t know.
It would be fucking amazing to feel him touch me again for the first time, allowing him to glide his hands over my body just like he used to.
My pussy throbs slightly at the thought of him ravishing me, and I can feel my panties becoming wet. I haven’t experienced this in so long that it feels dirty in a way that makes me want to pursue it even more.
The warmth of his hand in my underwear as we lie together would make me completely insane. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and perhaps he would punish me for being so loud.
Did he like to spank me? Would he pull me over his lap and slap my ass to make me pay?
I never thought I would have wanted any of those things before, but as I allow myself to dissolve into the thought of it all, I feel my body reacting, maybe evenreactivatingsomehow.
“Mmmm, fuck,” I whimper, gasping at the sound of my own voice as my fantasy consumes me.
Right now, I would give anything for Adas to walk in and catch me, pulling my panties to the side and rubbing my pussy in front of him as if I want him to slap me for it.
Maybe he would call me a greedy whore with no self-control.
My pussy throbs again at the thought, and I can start to feel myself growing close tosomething. Maybe not the kind of orgasms I’m used to having, but something new that my body has given me to replace them.
Whatever it is, it feels better than the pain medication I was given.
Thinking about his mouth on me again makes me throb harder, bringing that strange new sensation closer to the surface. I beg it to come nearer, feeling the slick warmth between my fingers as I play with my clit.
