Sexual Sleep

Sexual Sleep Sexual Sleep

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sometimes we meet someone who affects us on a sexual level we are not aware of until we're tossing and turning in a fit of desire while we sleep. It is in our dreams they come to us offering what we may not be able to obtain in our waking hours. Men are not the only ones who awaken from wet dreams. Some women awake to find they've released their slumber in the center between their thighs in a river of cream.

Summary

Sometimes we meet someone who affects us on a sexual level we are not aware of until we're tossing and turning in a fit of desire while we sleep. It is in our dreams they come to us offering what we may not be able to obtain in our waking hours. Men are not the only ones who awaken from wet dreams. Some women awake to find they've released their slumber in the center between their thighs in a river of cream.

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Submitted: July 10, 2015

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Submitted: July 10, 2015

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What do I know about her besides her name?
 What does she know besides what I’ve told her?
We both know everything and yet nothing about one another, but it is there a connection so strong that it blows through the soul like a strong breeze.
My mind is on her and about her.~~What do I know about her besides her name?
 What does she know besides what I’ve told her?
We both know everything and yet nothing about one another, but it is there a connection so strong that it blows through the soul like a strong breeze.
My mind is on her and about her.
When I close my eyes there she is almond skin and seductive eyes.
 I open them to send her away only to be greeted by her once more in the darkness of the room.
 I think when sleep finally comes that she'll go away into that portion of my mind I no longer am consciously aware .
 Yet, she comes to me in my sleep with open arms, glistening skin, so I reach for her only to have her evaporate.
 Just when I thought she'd stay gone forever she comes and lies beside me.
Her fingers move light as a cloud drifting across the bluest sky through my hair before resting calmly in the crook of my neck.
I look into her eyes.
I see nestled in the recess of her heart, her soul, she wants to kiss me.
I oblige.
I kiss her lips slow, passionately searching for the alluring taste of desire.
I suckle first her upper lip letting my tongue slide across her lip, searching I was there, before I capture her lower one while my hand finds the center of her back.
 I stroke her there letting her know I feel what she feels, our connection.
 From the moment I saw her I became attracted to her very essence.
In her voice I hear strength.
 In her movements I see grace.
 But it is here in this moment holding her I feel her sexual desire.
I lay her back on the bed to feast upon what others don't see to kiss her here, there, my mouth has been aching to explore between her thighs.
I wait to send her to the other place I know it’ll be hard for her to come back from.
Her breath catches in the back of her throat while I touch her nipple which has hardened anticipating my arrival.
I suck gentle, circling the orb with my tongue.
My other hand begins to caress the other breast.
My fingers pinching her nipple sending a tremble through her body releasing the breath she’s been concealing.
When I glance into her eyes I see the fear of the unknown, all those moral questions raging through her desire to let go and need to hold on.
In the moving of her hips, in the low moans I flooding the room I know uncertainty has built in side of her sex, in the place she knows I seek.
Kisses along her stomach then down each thigh and leg I enjoy the taste of her vanilla coated skin.
Slowly,
Seductively,
She opens her thighs in hopes my kisses find their way there.
Soon I think I shall oblige.
The bittersweet smell emanating from the bed into my nostrils alert me she’s sent me juicy gift at her center.
Before I am able to touch there moans escape into the silence of the room where I sleep 
Warmth comes followed by sensual heat.
The inside thighs I grace welcoming of kisses, feel her tremble beneath me, anticipating, awaiting the simple act of using one’s mouth for love making.
My kisses trail closer and closer to where she wants me to be until I'm in the very place of pleasure kissing, suckling, and touching making love to her not by hand or limb but by kisses and tongue caresses.
I want to feel her shudder and release deep with the place containing endless possibilities.
I want the taste she’s created inside her womb, the taste only sexual imagination, sexual temptations have mixed then stirred to spill out between her thighs.
I know if someone would walk in while I'm asleep they'd see me tossing and turning not knowing that beneath me is the center of my yearning.
I want to tell her in so many words she is more than a pleasurable moment.
She has become more than I will ever be able to express verbally, emotional, mentally, but physically I long for her to know how much she means to me, have grown to become a part of me.
So I kiss her clit sending, and she rewards me by providing an explosion of juices onto my chin.
This is my way to express what I have not been able to say.
She has to know she excites my sensation to taste, to explore, by being who she is beneath me.
She is trembling, moaning, and grinding from my sweet kisses, gentle and passionate oral love making.
All time seems to have stopped when I open her precious cum soaked lips and slide my tongue into her heaven.
My own sexual arousal has intensified feeling her harden clit under my touch knowing she’s close to building up only to cum apart for me.
Her delightful groans become my encouragement to continue onward to allow her to reach her destination.
Sedation awaits her on the other side where her climax spirals creating a massive sexual break from fantasy into reality.
Only her touching of my arms and face makes me erupt into ecstasy.
Yet, it when she spills those juices inside of my mouth I’ve united with her on a plane designed for she and I.
I jerk awake.
My heart is pounding so loud in my ear I place a protective hand over my chest thinking any second it may burst into a million pieces.
Sweat has soaked my clothes.
My center has released its wetness reminding me what was before and what came after lying down to sleep.
She and I.
Her and me.

 


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