"Sleep Well" Non-Fiction
Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 7:09 pm
I’m writing this because I want you to know why I find the assumption that I make amazing sounds when I cum so titillating, and that when you assert that you would shove my face in the pillow, as opposed to shoving the pillow in my face to muffle my screams, you instinctively tap into exactly what I want to hear.
I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep last night. It may have been the coffee I had in the evening, or being so severely let down by the gentleman with whom I went out for a drink and a few games of 8-ball. It was scarcely 10:30 pm when I turned him out for the night, frustrated…I was lying in bed after a much needed steaming hot shower and relaxing cigarette when he messaged me.
“Sleep well”
I don’t believe that it was his intention to sabotage my sweet dreams, but sweet dreams, they wouldn’t come for me…my thoughts raced. A thousand topics flashed through my mind at lightening speed, and the only one that interested me was you.
I touched myself; you touched me…I was touched. I needed to wash myself clean of him, his smell, his essence that swirled around me like a spectre. I could scarcely get wet with him still in my mind, his goofy smile burned into my memory, along with his strange grunting. I strained to imagine what it would be like if I could get you in my arms, where you say you want to be, but alas, are not…
Eventually, I reach orgasm – it’s short, and without much ado. Disappointing. I try once again to fall asleep. I resort to counting sheep, in several ways: first standing wool-to-wool in a field, then jumping fences, finally one by one as they are sheared. I imagine the wool falling to the ground, and I remember watching how excited the lambs would be when it was their turn to have the hot, suffocating wool removed from their bodies.
It is freezing in here…that’s why I couldn’t sleep, I decided. I tossed and turned, covered with several blankets, buried my head between my pillows. Now I cannot sleep because I cannot breathe. I can feel the drowsiness setting in; if only I was warm enough to be comfortable, then I could fall asleep.
I lay there on my stomach, my left knee pulled up toward my chest, arms thrust under the pillow. I imagine you rolling over to assume the same position, wrapping yourself around me. We are still naked from before.
Just the thought of your cock brushing up against me from behind is enough to make my back arch. My clit brushes against the seam inside my pants, and I feel one contraction as I become only the tiniest bit wet. You believe that I am asleep, so you try to still your erection. I don’t want you to, so I buck my hips on purpose, slowly but with a large range of motion so that you can feel the full power of my ass as it caresses your cock.
So much between us…distance… and yet, so little. In my mind, you are inside me, gently from behind. You move your cock in and out of my pussy slowly, teasing me. I know as well as you do that you like it hard and fast; you prefer to hear me shout and scream as you slam into me from behind, instead of the light moans that spill out of my mouth as I feel the entire length of your cock enter me, only to be pulled out again.
I lace my fingers through yours, and grip as tightly as I can so that you are pinned on top of me, and force my hips upward, making room for myself to grind against you.
I reach down, and feel how wet I am…about as wet as normal, definitely better than before. I move my fingers in and out of myself a few times, imagining it is you before pulling them out to slide them over my clit. I imagine that this is what it feels like to be you inside of me as I move my hips so that my clit rubs against my still, sopping wet fingers. It feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I want it to last forever, and at this point, it seems as though it might. When I am you, I just want to pound my pussy as hard as I can, as fast as I can, so that you can listen to me moan and whimper…you pull my hair, jerking my head up slightly. As you lose your balance and fall over onto my back, I take the opportunity to leverage myself farther up off of the bed, so that you have the right angle to fuck me like an animal. I burrow my head into my feather pillow, suffocating myself enough to let out a scream.
I am consumed with my thoughts jumping back and forth, from being me with you inside of me, to being you inside of me, to being me wishing that you could see what you do to me. Moments turn into minutes; minutes become moments. I have lost all track of time.
I am steadily getting wetter, and wetter. I grip the sheets so tightly that I am cutting off the circulation to my fingertips, but I can’t let go. My toes are twisted up, clenched so tightly it’s as if all of the muscles in my feet are cramping at once. There are moments where my clit is too sensitive to continue touching it, though I know that I haven’t reached orgasm. I long to cum so much it hurts…as a matter of fact, I’m sure that there are parts of my body that are actually in pain, but I cannot pay any attention to them. I can feel my hand, naturally curled into a slight cup shape, filling up with my juices. I am so wet that I can feel it running down my legs, and working its way up into the crack of my ass.
Finally, I unify the fantasy and realize that I would want to try this in person, with your throbbing hard cock aching inside me, holding yourself up by leaning onto your right arm, holding tightly onto mine, while your left arm is gently fondling and stroking my clit, as I move up…down…over your cock, over and over, until…
I cum. It feels so intense that believe that I am already cumming long before I actually climax.
As I lay there, finally warm enough to drift off to sleep, I wonder to myself if it’s always this good for a man…because it surely is not for a girl.
Good night.
I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep last night. It may have been the coffee I had in the evening, or being so severely let down by the gentleman with whom I went out for a drink and a few games of 8-ball. It was scarcely 10:30 pm when I turned him out for the night, frustrated…I was lying in bed after a much needed steaming hot shower and relaxing cigarette when he messaged me.
“Sleep well”
I don’t believe that it was his intention to sabotage my sweet dreams, but sweet dreams, they wouldn’t come for me…my thoughts raced. A thousand topics flashed through my mind at lightening speed, and the only one that interested me was you.
I touched myself; you touched me…I was touched. I needed to wash myself clean of him, his smell, his essence that swirled around me like a spectre. I could scarcely get wet with him still in my mind, his goofy smile burned into my memory, along with his strange grunting. I strained to imagine what it would be like if I could get you in my arms, where you say you want to be, but alas, are not…
Eventually, I reach orgasm – it’s short, and without much ado. Disappointing. I try once again to fall asleep. I resort to counting sheep, in several ways: first standing wool-to-wool in a field, then jumping fences, finally one by one as they are sheared. I imagine the wool falling to the ground, and I remember watching how excited the lambs would be when it was their turn to have the hot, suffocating wool removed from their bodies.
It is freezing in here…that’s why I couldn’t sleep, I decided. I tossed and turned, covered with several blankets, buried my head between my pillows. Now I cannot sleep because I cannot breathe. I can feel the drowsiness setting in; if only I was warm enough to be comfortable, then I could fall asleep.
I lay there on my stomach, my left knee pulled up toward my chest, arms thrust under the pillow. I imagine you rolling over to assume the same position, wrapping yourself around me. We are still naked from before.
Just the thought of your cock brushing up against me from behind is enough to make my back arch. My clit brushes against the seam inside my pants, and I feel one contraction as I become only the tiniest bit wet. You believe that I am asleep, so you try to still your erection. I don’t want you to, so I buck my hips on purpose, slowly but with a large range of motion so that you can feel the full power of my ass as it caresses your cock.
So much between us…distance… and yet, so little. In my mind, you are inside me, gently from behind. You move your cock in and out of my pussy slowly, teasing me. I know as well as you do that you like it hard and fast; you prefer to hear me shout and scream as you slam into me from behind, instead of the light moans that spill out of my mouth as I feel the entire length of your cock enter me, only to be pulled out again.
I lace my fingers through yours, and grip as tightly as I can so that you are pinned on top of me, and force my hips upward, making room for myself to grind against you.
I reach down, and feel how wet I am…about as wet as normal, definitely better than before. I move my fingers in and out of myself a few times, imagining it is you before pulling them out to slide them over my clit. I imagine that this is what it feels like to be you inside of me as I move my hips so that my clit rubs against my still, sopping wet fingers. It feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I want it to last forever, and at this point, it seems as though it might. When I am you, I just want to pound my pussy as hard as I can, as fast as I can, so that you can listen to me moan and whimper…you pull my hair, jerking my head up slightly. As you lose your balance and fall over onto my back, I take the opportunity to leverage myself farther up off of the bed, so that you have the right angle to fuck me like an animal. I burrow my head into my feather pillow, suffocating myself enough to let out a scream.
I am consumed with my thoughts jumping back and forth, from being me with you inside of me, to being you inside of me, to being me wishing that you could see what you do to me. Moments turn into minutes; minutes become moments. I have lost all track of time.
I am steadily getting wetter, and wetter. I grip the sheets so tightly that I am cutting off the circulation to my fingertips, but I can’t let go. My toes are twisted up, clenched so tightly it’s as if all of the muscles in my feet are cramping at once. There are moments where my clit is too sensitive to continue touching it, though I know that I haven’t reached orgasm. I long to cum so much it hurts…as a matter of fact, I’m sure that there are parts of my body that are actually in pain, but I cannot pay any attention to them. I can feel my hand, naturally curled into a slight cup shape, filling up with my juices. I am so wet that I can feel it running down my legs, and working its way up into the crack of my ass.
Finally, I unify the fantasy and realize that I would want to try this in person, with your throbbing hard cock aching inside me, holding yourself up by leaning onto your right arm, holding tightly onto mine, while your left arm is gently fondling and stroking my clit, as I move up…down…over your cock, over and over, until…
I cum. It feels so intense that believe that I am already cumming long before I actually climax.
As I lay there, finally warm enough to drift off to sleep, I wonder to myself if it’s always this good for a man…because it surely is not for a girl.
Good night.
bye