She began to come, the sensation started low in her womb and spreading outward through her. She tensed as if in a seizure, her entire body shivering, her hands clutching madly at the pillow. The small of her back flexed slightly, arching her hips back and upwards to receive the final thrusts, the ejaculatory stabs of the lover she craved so much, to open herself to the gushes of warm spunk she yearned to have splattering inside of her.

But, of courser there was no lover with her, except in the lust-hazed swirlings of her mind, and when her orgasm began to drain away, she lay there still throbbing and wet, still denied that final peak she sought and could never find with her fingers alone.

She groaned in frustration, tossing on the bed. She had to make it, had to reach the release she was seeking, had to have, something long and thick and hard and warm and wet driven to the hilt in her cunt.

She whirled over on the bed, her ass still half on the pillow, tilting her body so that all the warm, curving excitement of her was emphasized delightfully by the tilt of her voluptuous form. Her breasts, turgid-tipped with her throbbing nipples, thrust upwards. Her hips, hungry for the weight of a male pelvis on them seemed to thrust outward. Her legs were spread and the hiking of her ass by the pillow beneath only highlighted the inviting dark mass of pubic thatch between her wide-spread thighs, and the glistening pink slit peaking out from between.

Her eyes swept the room as over and over again the words went through her mind – long and thick and hard and warm…

And then her gaze swept over the dresser. There stood the scented candle Penny had given them a few weeks before for her and Tom's anniversary. Tom had said then that he would light it when they made love, and indeed, that very night he had, the romantic glow flickering through the room as the soft scent of pine needles filled the air.

It had hardly lost any of its ten-inch length since it was given them; Tom had not been attending to her as he should.