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Cats Away...the Mice will Play
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,137
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ginny
Standard Disclaimer: Don\'t own any part of Harry Potter or it\'s characters. J.K. Rowling\'s has that supreme honor.
*Denotes personal thoughts
Cats Away...the Mice will Play by Yawning
~Ginny~
*Voldemort was gone for good. Thankfully, we all survived the Great War and got to live as normal a life as possible. And life was pretty damn good to me. I finally have everything I\'ve always dreamed of. A loving supportive family, a fabulous career as an Auror with my wonderful husband Harry, and terrific friends. All my needs were being met, except one. And it was finally time to take matters in my own hands.*
Ginny sighed as she prepared for bed. Harry wouldn\'t be home until late, so she decided she couldn\'t wait any longer.
She had a mighty itch that desperately needed scratching.
Ginny moved around her spacious bedroom, lighting tiny green scented candles she had placed on her dresser, on her night table and window sill. She pushed back her tan, draped curtains so the moons light would shine in the darkened bedroom. Slipping off her green silk nightie, she let it fall to her feet as she stood naked and proud in front of her mirror.
*If only Harry was here to watch me.* Ginny mused as she gazed at her body. Short in stature, but extremely curvaceous, she knew she turned heads. Her long mane of ginger colored curls completed her sex kitten look. Harry had even told her once that her looks made him want to protect and molest her at the same time. She always got a chuckle at that. She She loved sex! Wanted it all the time. Needed it every day. Exhausted her poor mate with her needs so much that he\'d gone out and brought her back a gift. His embarrassed face when he\'d given her the vibrator had made her laugh for hours. Of course she stopped laughing when she tried it on. Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones. Not that she was EVER quiet.
God, Harry was a genius. It was ten inches long and green in color to match his eyes. She often wondered if that was a coincidence.
So when she wasn\'t screwing Harry\'s brains out, she relieved her own frustrations. And she needed releases soon. Watching her reflection in the mirror, she slid her palm slowly down her chest. Cupping her large breasts, she softly moaned as she rubbed and tweaked her steadily hardening nipples. Touching herself, she thought of Harry. His beautiful green eyes and messy black hair. She loved to run her fingers through it, playfully messing it upry mry morning before he went off to work. She loved the feel of his smooth skin and the scent he carried.
Ginny groaned, kneading the flesh of her breast. Her nipples ached to be suckled by Harry\'s warm mouth and she pictured it in her mind. She saw his wet tongue flicking out to tease her straining tips and she felt herself become wet. She felt him treat her bared breast-nibbling, suckling, planting wet kisses on the silken pale undercurves. She trembled as he erotically lathed at her dusty, harden nipples.
\"Harry.\" Ginny sighed, sliding her hands down to her moist center. Touching lightly, her fingers caressed her glistening outer lips, stroking softly before adding more pressure. The stroking was pure bliss. The friction of her hands caused her to loudly moan in the bed room. She only wished her mate was there to witness it. Grazing the swollen bud beneath her index finger, Ginny was overwhelmed by the sensation.
She needed to come before she went mad!
Walking away from the mirror, she threw back her tan floral bedspread and laid down in the center of the bed. Opening the bedside drawer, she pulled out her favorite toy and cut in on. The rhythmic buzzing made her smile as she rested it between her spread thighs.
\"Best muggle invention known to man.\" Ginny gasped, running the smooth surfaced cylr upr up and down over her swollen mound. It was such a decadent feeling. It felt like a hundred deep kisses as she caressed her womanhood. She could feel the linen beneath her hips undulating in sensuous time with her hips.
While she fought to catch her breath, she imagined Harry tracing a bold finger over her soft bud of flesh that made her a woman. His touches were carnal, staking his claim over her body and soul. Rubbing harder over her damp clit, she became more aroused, slowly pushing the vibrator into her tight, flushed warmth.
Plunging in and out, the toy became Harry. Closing her eyes, it was him thrusting ardently and impassioned. He kissed her deeply as she writhed underneath him. Hips moved in unison with his at his increasing pace and Ginny began to loudly croon.
The buzzing became louder as she turned the notch to the highest setting. She clenched her eyes shut even harder, arching her back off the bed as pleasure bordering on pain sweep through her.
\"H-Harry, Harry!\" she heard herself mindlessly chant. She was close, she knew it. Her panting was harsh and arrhythmic. Grasping the sheets in her right hand, she whimpered and thrashed as a feeling of ecstacy hit her. In and out. In and out. She thrust the vibrator harshly inside as she tried to find relief. Finally, she felt it. She sobbed, arching convulsively and shaking with need as she violently came.
***********
Exhausted, Ginny stretched lazily in bed as she felt the after effects of her mind blowing orgasm cease. Grabbing her wand, she murmured a cleansing spell on herself and her little toy before putting it away in her bedside drawer. Vibrators were great fun. Like a tasty snack. But she was really waiting for Harry to come home.
That was definitely the main course.
On to the next chapter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Should I keep it up?
*Denotes personal thoughts
Cats Away...the Mice will Play by Yawning
~Ginny~
*Voldemort was gone for good. Thankfully, we all survived the Great War and got to live as normal a life as possible. And life was pretty damn good to me. I finally have everything I\'ve always dreamed of. A loving supportive family, a fabulous career as an Auror with my wonderful husband Harry, and terrific friends. All my needs were being met, except one. And it was finally time to take matters in my own hands.*
Ginny sighed as she prepared for bed. Harry wouldn\'t be home until late, so she decided she couldn\'t wait any longer.
She had a mighty itch that desperately needed scratching.
Ginny moved around her spacious bedroom, lighting tiny green scented candles she had placed on her dresser, on her night table and window sill. She pushed back her tan, draped curtains so the moons light would shine in the darkened bedroom. Slipping off her green silk nightie, she let it fall to her feet as she stood naked and proud in front of her mirror.
*If only Harry was here to watch me.* Ginny mused as she gazed at her body. Short in stature, but extremely curvaceous, she knew she turned heads. Her long mane of ginger colored curls completed her sex kitten look. Harry had even told her once that her looks made him want to protect and molest her at the same time. She always got a chuckle at that. She She loved sex! Wanted it all the time. Needed it every day. Exhausted her poor mate with her needs so much that he\'d gone out and brought her back a gift. His embarrassed face when he\'d given her the vibrator had made her laugh for hours. Of course she stopped laughing when she tried it on. Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones. Not that she was EVER quiet.
God, Harry was a genius. It was ten inches long and green in color to match his eyes. She often wondered if that was a coincidence.
So when she wasn\'t screwing Harry\'s brains out, she relieved her own frustrations. And she needed releases soon. Watching her reflection in the mirror, she slid her palm slowly down her chest. Cupping her large breasts, she softly moaned as she rubbed and tweaked her steadily hardening nipples. Touching herself, she thought of Harry. His beautiful green eyes and messy black hair. She loved to run her fingers through it, playfully messing it upry mry morning before he went off to work. She loved the feel of his smooth skin and the scent he carried.
Ginny groaned, kneading the flesh of her breast. Her nipples ached to be suckled by Harry\'s warm mouth and she pictured it in her mind. She saw his wet tongue flicking out to tease her straining tips and she felt herself become wet. She felt him treat her bared breast-nibbling, suckling, planting wet kisses on the silken pale undercurves. She trembled as he erotically lathed at her dusty, harden nipples.
\"Harry.\" Ginny sighed, sliding her hands down to her moist center. Touching lightly, her fingers caressed her glistening outer lips, stroking softly before adding more pressure. The stroking was pure bliss. The friction of her hands caused her to loudly moan in the bed room. She only wished her mate was there to witness it. Grazing the swollen bud beneath her index finger, Ginny was overwhelmed by the sensation.
She needed to come before she went mad!
Walking away from the mirror, she threw back her tan floral bedspread and laid down in the center of the bed. Opening the bedside drawer, she pulled out her favorite toy and cut in on. The rhythmic buzzing made her smile as she rested it between her spread thighs.
\"Best muggle invention known to man.\" Ginny gasped, running the smooth surfaced cylr upr up and down over her swollen mound. It was such a decadent feeling. It felt like a hundred deep kisses as she caressed her womanhood. She could feel the linen beneath her hips undulating in sensuous time with her hips.
While she fought to catch her breath, she imagined Harry tracing a bold finger over her soft bud of flesh that made her a woman. His touches were carnal, staking his claim over her body and soul. Rubbing harder over her damp clit, she became more aroused, slowly pushing the vibrator into her tight, flushed warmth.
Plunging in and out, the toy became Harry. Closing her eyes, it was him thrusting ardently and impassioned. He kissed her deeply as she writhed underneath him. Hips moved in unison with his at his increasing pace and Ginny began to loudly croon.
The buzzing became louder as she turned the notch to the highest setting. She clenched her eyes shut even harder, arching her back off the bed as pleasure bordering on pain sweep through her.
\"H-Harry, Harry!\" she heard herself mindlessly chant. She was close, she knew it. Her panting was harsh and arrhythmic. Grasping the sheets in her right hand, she whimpered and thrashed as a feeling of ecstacy hit her. In and out. In and out. She thrust the vibrator harshly inside as she tried to find relief. Finally, she felt it. She sobbed, arching convulsively and shaking with need as she violently came.
***********
Exhausted, Ginny stretched lazily in bed as she felt the after effects of her mind blowing orgasm cease. Grabbing her wand, she murmured a cleansing spell on herself and her little toy before putting it away in her bedside drawer. Vibrators were great fun. Like a tasty snack. But she was really waiting for Harry to come home.
That was definitely the main course.
On to the next chapter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Should I keep it up?