I’ve woken up from the most delicious sexual dream to find myself wet and aching; the tips of my breasts pebbled and your masculine scent stuffed up my nostrils. You’re lying beside me and as the dream ebbs away, there’s just you. Although maybe it was you in my nighttime reverie, since you already fill my days with enough distraction as it is.
You must’ve got back late because I didn’t hear you come in. It’s been a hot night and we’ve both slept naked on top of the covers. Because you weren’t here to fall asleep with, I had to take my panties off to pleasure myself, but the bra is still on. I thought I’d leave that for you to enjoy when you got home—but maybe you were too tired when you got in?
I can’t help but become even more aroused by the sight of your tanned, thick body lying there next to mine, completely at ease as you sleep on your belly.
Shutting my eyes for a second, I briefly remember some of the dream. You were definitely there, and I think I might not have dreamt it, after all. I think a couple of hours ago you slid your finger into my wetness and I came in my sleep, the roughness of your ministrations eliciting such cries from me—that maybe it was or wasn’t real. Who knows? All I know is that whatever did happen, it has left me wanting so much more.
But would I be so wild as to sleep with my pussy on display for you when you got back? Probably. And then would I be so wild as to let you touch me while half-asleep? Almost definitely! Since we trust one another implicitly, this wild love affair of ours having devoured us whole.
I still remember our first date. You were so nervous, as was I, but I think I was probably just a bit better at hiding it. You thought I didn’t want to be kissed at the end of our date—which turned out to be ice skating, which I love—and so I had to make the first move. And after I did, that was it. We went back to my place that night and you couldn’t stop. I didn’t want you to. What made me fall was just how seriously you made it your duty to make sure I was pleasured. That has not changed in all these months and I still can’t get enough.
My love, you stir a little as I stroke your back and I see the corner of your mouth curve up. Am I to believe you never got...
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Incredibly well written. You made me feel like it was happening to me in such an exquisite way. I am still trembling with the experience. Thank you!