Alice – black & white ~ erotic fiction

Sofie had a problem. A big one. One she ached to resolve.

“Oh fuck…come on…” Sofie’s rapid breath held a note of desperation.

Lying on her bed, Sofie saw that her blue panties lying curled into a tiny ball by her toes matched her toenail polish. The hard points of her nipples threatened to rip through the thin white fabric of her tank top. Bare thighs spread wide gave Sofie plenty of room for her hands, which did their best to fix Sofie’s trouble.

“…please, just once more and I swear…” she pleaded in a quiet whisper.

Sofie knew God didn’t exist but after six weeks without an orgasm she figured Ernie Pyle was onto something when he claimed there were no atheists in foxholes. She knew a thing or two about entrenched warfare, knew it all too well.

“Oh, please…for fuck’s sake…”

Sofie’s hips rose off the bed, two of her long slender fingers sliding deep within herself. The pad of her middle finger traced heavy circles over her swollen knotted clit grinding toward blessed release.

“I’m going…to die…if I don’t…”

…come, it rhymes with numb which is exactly what happened to Sofie. Instead of trembling over the edge into her orgasm her entire body turned numb.

“Noooo!!” Sofie continued fucking herself with vicious thrusts, screaming out her frustration over being denied release once again.

Forty-five days, forty-five long agonizing days without orgasm. The weeks rolled by, bringing with them an escalating state of arousal. Maddening. She’d tried everything she could think of and always just before she came that terrible numbness descended.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” Sofie wailed, tears of dismay sliding across her cheeks toward her ears.

Feeling began to return but Sofie knew there would be no orgasm again today. Any further attempt to get off would only serve to intensify her arousal. Best to just accept the situation and hope the drought would end tomorrow.

Sofie sat up and slid off her bed. On her way into the bathroom she scissored her arms across her chest and pulled her tank top off.

“Oh shit that’s cold!” Sofie drew her arms over her breasts, trying to shield them from the shower spray. Taking cold showers, as cold as she could stand, seemed to help beat back the intensity of her arousal for a while.

“Traitor.” Sofie glared at the handheld showerhead as she accused it of treason. “We used to be so good together. Was it something I did?”

She fought back memories of taking the showerhead from its clip and dialing the spray onto her favorite massage setting.

“Because if I did something to piss you off, I just want to say I’m sorry. All I want is to have you help me come, Mr. Showerhead. That’s it. Help. Me. Come.”

In spite of the icy water, magnesium heat radiated from her pussy remembering all those times she’d angled the stream of warm water up her thigh until it beat off her clit. Sofie shivered recalling how the slightest flick of her wrist had turned the water into the world’s most talented tongue.

“Great, now you’ve got the cold water on your side.”

The shower wasn’t working. In fact, thinking about masturbating with the showerhead had only added to her troubles. The orgasms from her handheld shower had always left her cursing and hyperventilating on the verge of collapse. God, she’d trade her soul for just one of those right now.

Five minutes more under the freezing jets offered nothing more than hard nipples and cold shivers. Sofie got out and dried herself off. Thick sweatpants and a sweatshirt found their way over her trembling, chilled flesh. With the towel wrapped around her hair, Sofie sat down in front of her computer.

Time for another consult with Dr. Google. Same old articles about how to achieve orgasm for the first time and not a word about what to do if your ability to come had taken a vacation.

Desperation seemed to have taken up permanent residence, right next to Sofie’s perpetual arousal and the ever-present dampness in her panties. By page eight of the search results, Sofie gave up with a sigh and sat back in her chair.

With her mind on her next options, Sofie’s eyes roamed aimlessly across her computer screen.

New vibrator? She wondered. No, got a whole drawer full and nothing’s doing.

Her eyes caught on a navy blue outline along the right column of her search results.

Find a man? Forget it, not until I know I can come. Too embarrassing.

Orgasm

Sex therapist? Yikes, it’s not that bad yet.

Locator

Find a woman? Yeah, right. She actually laughed out loud at that idea.

Service

Sofie’s eyes snapped into focus. She read the words contained within the blue box in the advertisement section again. Orgasm Locator Service, it said. Sofie leaned closer to the screen in order to read the entire text of the ad.

~Part 2~