Sometimes, late at night...

Sometimes, late at night... Sometimes, late at night...

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

A monologue of thought that, as is my style of writing, tip toes along the thin line between truth and fantasy without deliberately spending time in either. As always, I trust you all enjoy.

Summary

A monologue of thought that, as is my style of writing, tip toes along the thin line between truth and fantasy without deliberately spending time in either. As always, I trust you all enjoy.

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Submitted: January 02, 2018

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Submitted: January 02, 2018

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Sometimes late at night, I lie awake and watch you sleeping….

This is a lie, as it’s dark, so I cannot watch. So instead I listen. You breathe gently whilst I fantasise intensely.

Your soft breath rises and falls, as I pulse slowly harder beneath the covers.

I peel the duvet back and pull the elasticated waist band of my nightwear down to ease my discomfort.

You stir in your sleep. I wait and listen sheepishly in the dark. Wanting you to awake knowingly but knowing this will not be. I wait for your breath to settle and confirm your sleep is unbroken. Now to test if my resolve will also be unbroken.

It has been a few weeks since my last release-our last release together. Time flies when we’re having fun. How it drags now when I’m on my own-beside you.

Satisfied you are asleep but hungry for a sensory feast, I free my scrotum and tuck the elastic of my PJs under it. This feeling adds to what has been, up to now at least, purely an indulgence of the mind. My balls cool slightly in the air, my member strains silently and my thoughts wander to acts of lust we have revelled in before.

It is true that my fantasies are mainly of you pleasuring me gently by hand and by mouth-maybe teasing more than pleasing before I take control over you in a ‘canine’ position, directing my thrusts to slam deep within until your little wave of spasms has washed by.  Contrary to most love making aficionados, you like hard, fast, grinding penetration to expedite your delivery whilst I like to gradually build up my own, gradually picking up pace and intensity until I crash in a heap to your side.

 

My member twitches  a little, as my heart beats. These thoughts fuel my desire, and I pull my skin back gently to let the cool air stimulate my physical being some more. I use the end of a finger to check for moisture and find a single slippery bead at my tip. I massage it in gently.

As I tease myself for real, my mind recalls how I might tease myself just within, you.

Gently scratching the itch on the side of my little head. Slowly, the sensations  build-the speed picks up and the depth increases. I feel more aroused as my thoughts change from love making to feverant desire and lust. Put simply, to fucking.

Why does the thought of banging your delicious ass excite me so. My fantasies grow darker.

I lick my thumb, I suck it a little and coat it in spit so that it almost drips off before placing it on your ass. I press lightly but firmly and wait for a reaction. I do not know if you will like or dislike my action this time but my fantasy says that you push back against me, rather than shying away. I slide the pad of my thumb up and down on this puckered hole. as I slide my cock in and out of its neighbour.

In the now world, I sniff my finger tip.

I contrast the smell of me to that of you held in my mind. I would much rather be sampling your scent directly, but the smell of my own must does add to the experience.

Back in my mind, I move my thumb so that it presses against you-tip first. I press it in a little with an ever so slight circling motion to help its entry. This is where lines get blurred. Sometimes this is ok-sometimes you inform me not to or not too much. In my imagination, the good times rule, and I gently work just the tip in until I feel your warm wetness respond and tighten a little on my cock, as my thumb exerts pressure on your vaginal wall from that often forgotten little alley way behind. In my mind, the pace quickens. I slam hard and deep into you with my phallus. You respond breathlessly-I hope you are as close to an end as I am. We fuck and bang in a cacophony of grunts and groans until at last, I here you snarl “Yeee-esss” just before I reach my peak and allow my lungs to fill again.

Such is fantasy-everyone gets what they want. As I toy with myself my mind plays with the thought of having a moments indulgence beside you in the dark. I refrain. I don’t want to spoil myself in case the opportunity to live out at least some of my fantasy presents itself in the next day or so.

Back to sleep little fella-you’re not needed right now!


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