Rise and Shine, Sleeping Beauty
As the sun attempted to steal through the drawn curtains, my brain had a similar struggle reaching for consciousness. I was caught in that dreamy haze between sleep and awake, and the cozy snuggle of the duvet. It soothed me back towards the healing slumber of a Saturday morning lie-in. Dreaming of man’s cock and him slippin it in my cunt.
I tumbled back towards dreamland. The covers seemed alive, caressing with warmth and affection. I wrapped myself tighter in the loving sheets, enjoying the heat and weight of them on my body. It seemed as though the edge of the fabric stroked my neck. As I lay contentedly between worlds, while heavier folds moved affectionately over my body’s curves.
Slippin It In-Waking Up to Love
The rumpled material transformed; instead of comforting yet inanimate sheets, suddenly I recognized a distinctly human touch. Him I guessed, at least. I couldn’t be sure what was real and what was still dreamy imaginings – but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. Responding to his gentle embrace, and amorous fondling, I tried to speak. But all that came out was a soft moan of enthusiastic –if sleepy consent.
He moved closer then, spooning my naked body from behind with his as I enjoyed the sensations, including being unable to distinguish between sleepy reality or steamy dream. Combined with the lapping of the warm, weighty duvet surrounding us. His hands slowly roaming my body completed the enveloping of bliss.
From Sleep to Sensuality-Slippin It In
His fingers, so familiar, so welcome, trekked their familiar journey. Fingertips softly kissed my shoulder, followed by his lips. I felt his hot breath against my neck as we parted spoons, allowing his nails to slowly graze downwards. Over my ribcage, towards the narrowing of my waist then travelling uphill over the generous curve of my hip.
The slight tickle and sensory thrills of his fingers’ pilgrimage didn’t jolt me completely awake, but neither was I completely asleep anymore. Desire ignited, I shuffled my body back towards him, seeking his body – the warmth, the connection. I heard him moan ever so softly close to my ear as my ass softly brushed against his previously secret erection. Would he moan like this man on man?
Erotic Awakening & Morning Desires
Moan turned to determined grunt as those well-traveled fingers pushed my hip forwards; the dawn of a quest. Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far slippin it in. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me, probing and testing, then another opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers and his other arm slipped round underneath me. Seeking the weight of my breasts to complete the sinful encircling.
Refusing to admit I was awake and listening only to my body’s demands. I shuffled backwards again, rebelling, wanting more – always more. His fingers fucked me harder, but beyond his hand I could sense his hard, straining cock impatient for its prize.
Finally, with the fingers of his other hand brushing somewhat awkwardly against the nipples of my large breasts. Which only served to make the molestation seem even more sordid. He withdrew to move closer and position his urgent hardness between my legs.
