Eve — Anon

In my fantasy, you are perfection made flesh, an illusion that I have spent the better part of a year creating, designing, reformatting, perfecting. You are everything I want in a woman: soft silky hair that you are not ashamed of, despite its curl, piercing brown eyes that always see the real me, legs that are long, lean and generous in parting. Yes, you are perfection, truly a vision. I have named you Eve, for you are the first, the most perfect.

I step forward, my hand trembling at the gravity of what is going to happen. My nerves finally settle down; I touch my computer monitor, my spider leg fingers cause a rippling on the screen.

“Soon,” I whisper, “Very soon. Until then,” I lower my pants to free myself. Like my fingers, it is long and thin with a slight curve, my fingers go around it perfectly. I groan and focus in on your face. I toy with myself for a minute, I alternate between a fast and slow jerk. My breath turns ragged, I zoom out of your face, I move down to your legs, toned, tanned and smooth. I feel my hips jerk; I’m close, so close. With a final tug, I explode; my fluids going everywhere, I feel it hit my chest multiple times, as I go temporally blind from the pleasure. My eyes flutter as I lazily reached for the off button on my computer.

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This is Anon’s second story published here on Every Night Erotica, read Mantis Girl.