After lots of making out and a few glasses of Fernet, he came up from behind me, one hand holding my chin and the other touching softly over my skirt. I moaned into him, wrapping my arms back around him, warmth budding between my legs at the thought of his fingers on my skin.
"Last night I had a sex dream and an orgasm in my sleep," I say as my nipples stiffen. "I was tied up and taken advantage of, and I loved it."
My left breast is warm beneath his lips, and my right tingling in the cool air after a lick.
"At one point I remember having your cock in my mouth while being fucked by another man."
After a Sunday evening of sex, going out for hot wings, and watching the new episode of The Walking Dead, Jake and I have just curled up in bed. Grateful for the soothing feeling of finally being completely still, my tired muscles begin to loosen and settle. I feel Jake shift towards me, and although sleep is beckoning, I open my eyes a little to find him giving me a lustful look. His right arm is beneath the comforter, and I move it to the side, revealing his hand on his erect cock.
Stretched out before me are naked women on all fours, asses in the air, heads down, in a line. I don't know who they are or where they came from, nor do I care. All I know is that I like the view, a landscape of curving fleshy hills, hips shoved together, open, willing holes, and perched feet. Jake, towering like a God with his long curly hair and toned muscles, stands motionless nearby, awaiting my commands.
Every time I sit, the pressure on my finger shaped bruises makes me wince. This morning (more like afternoon) I woke up sore in all sorts of weird places: my knees, my pussy, my neck, my legs, but mainly my poor ass. I've been spanked before, but these strong, relentless slaps left my butt streaked with purple and red, and my skin sore to the slightest touch.
The night was warm and wet, and small beads of sweat trickled between my breasts. I felt like walking sex with so much bare skin showing in my vintage tube top, and I felt curious eyes drift over me as I returned to our table with a fresh beer. Putting a hand on his leg as I dipped into my seat, I followed Jake's lustful gaze.
For a few blurred, barely conscious moments, I forget where I am and remember a woman's thick lips locked between my legs. As I blink past the sleep haze, I feel Jake's warm body next to mine, and he shifts slightly. I don't usually wake up horny, but the image of the woman in my dream is fresh and ripe in my mind, and wetness stirs between my legs, as if she was still there, still softly circling my clit with her tongue.
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