the dark unzipping my sheath.
In my room, I allowed it to fall off. Just me in my
undergarments. My bed was calling
me, and I was more than eager to answer. Dropping down, I stripped my stockings
off, and pealed my bra; dropping it to the floor. I was too drunk to bother
with a shirt. Moreover, what did it matter anyway, this was my room and my bed.
I crawled into bed closing my eyes trying to center myself.
My nose still caught up in the scent of the cologne I had smelled all day.
Half as sleep my mind started to drift thru the day…first
to Julie’s brother, then to Sebastian. Both men, were
thoroughly off limits, but oddly, the idea that they were, was tempting. My mind fleeted over the sexual tension
between Sam and Brady. I realized , I was jealous only
from the aspect that I was in need.
Yes, I was in need of a good lay.
Again, the memory of Sebastian hit me hard. His eyes and
the one thing I hadn’t noticed then. He had the look
of a hunter. Charlie held that same look that morning.
Well they might be off limits in reality, but, not in my dreams.
Oh, yes, fantasies were totally allowed .
The scent that lingered around me was a perfect
aphrodisiac, and my arousal blossomed with a keen ache between my legs. Normally, I would just pull out a trusty
vibrator, but drunk, and unwilling to move had me held in place. All I could picture was Charlie as he was the
last vision my mind held.
Chapter 4
Morning seemed to sneak up on me so quick. I didn’t even feel
like I had slept.
Opening my eyes, the sound of my screaming alarm clock,
made my head feel like it was going to explode. “Ugh!” I yelled. Turning of the alarm.
Looking up at the ceiling, I so didn’t want to get out of bed. No bed was ecstasy… “Oh, Lillian you have only yourself
to blame!” I chastised myself allowed,
needing to lecture myself out of my stooper.
My mind jumped back, yes my dream…I must have been in
serious need because my dream without a doubt provides a satisfaction beyond
expectation. I was sure I had climaxed about four times in my sleep. So yes, I
was fully sated this morning. A stupide
smile found a home on my face. Ok, I was
beyond sated.
If only reality could be as enjoyable as a dream.
I shook my head. Grinning with a sated mind; revisiting the
dream seemed like a terrifically brilliant idea.
Fuck me ; what a dream.
My mind still caught up; the vision of his tone body
leaning over mine.
His lips and those eyes.
Raising my hands over my head and stretching out I could
sense that blossoming desire pool at my center, lacking the ache of an
unreleased climax.
His body firm and hard, penetrating mine; the size of him
was so large that if it had been real I supposed I wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a day. No man in my experience was hung like that,
so yes this was me , clearly dreaming.
The more I stretched the more I realized that my body felt
totally unhinged and sore.
That’s right…tequila…my head suddenly started to throb. I was in for a hurting today.
I leaned over to the once again screaming alarm clock, and
hit it, turning it off. Yes, my body was extremely sore, and my legs felt like
they were heavy and popped out of their joints.
Pulling myself from my bed, I shook my head appraising my
clothes, bra, and panties. I lifted the blanket off my body. Yes, I was totally naked. I didn’t remember
taking off my underwear. I must have been that drunk. I stood up, the pressure
in my head was heavy, and my legs were sore.
Shit…my hand quick between my legs. I felt the
release…looking down…”oh Shit?” I yelled
in surprise of what looked possibly as a man’s orgasm seeping from my
center. Tinged pink? Hmm, couldn’t be my period?
I was on birth control, so I only had a period every three
months. Had I not known any better, I would have thought that I actually had
sex last night?
I forced myself into the bathroom turning on the
In my room, I allowed it to fall off. Just me in my
undergarments. My bed was calling
me, and I was more than eager to answer. Dropping down, I stripped my stockings
off, and pealed my bra; dropping it to the floor. I was too drunk to bother
with a shirt. Moreover, what did it matter anyway, this was my room and my bed.
I crawled into bed closing my eyes trying to center myself.
My nose still caught up in the scent of the cologne I had smelled all day.
Half as sleep my mind started to drift thru the day…first
to Julie’s brother, then to Sebastian. Both men, were
thoroughly off limits, but oddly, the idea that they were, was tempting. My mind fleeted over the sexual tension
between Sam and Brady. I realized , I was jealous only
from the aspect that I was in need.
Yes, I was in need of a good lay.
Again, the memory of Sebastian hit me hard. His eyes and
the one thing I hadn’t noticed then. He had the look
of a hunter. Charlie held that same look that morning.
Well they might be off limits in reality, but, not in my dreams.
Oh, yes, fantasies were totally allowed .
The scent that lingered around me was a perfect
aphrodisiac, and my arousal blossomed with a keen ache between my legs. Normally, I would just pull out a trusty
vibrator, but drunk, and unwilling to move had me held in place. All I could picture was Charlie as he was the
last vision my mind held.
Chapter 4
Morning seemed to sneak up on me so quick. I didn’t even feel
like I had slept.
Opening my eyes, the sound of my screaming alarm clock,
made my head feel like it was going to explode. “Ugh!” I yelled. Turning of the alarm.
Looking up at the ceiling, I so didn’t want to get out of bed. No bed was ecstasy… “Oh, Lillian you have only yourself
to blame!” I chastised myself allowed,
needing to lecture myself out of my stooper.
My mind jumped back, yes my dream…I must have been in
serious need because my dream without a doubt provides a satisfaction beyond
expectation. I was sure I had climaxed about four times in my sleep. So yes, I
was fully sated this morning. A stupide
smile found a home on my face. Ok, I was
beyond sated.
If only reality could be as enjoyable as a dream.
I shook my head. Grinning with a sated mind; revisiting the
dream seemed like a terrifically brilliant idea.
Fuck me ; what a dream.
My mind still caught up; the vision of his tone body
leaning over mine.
His lips and those eyes.
Raising my hands over my head and stretching out I could
sense that blossoming desire pool at my center, lacking the ache of an
unreleased climax.
His body firm and hard, penetrating mine; the size of him
was so large that if it had been real I supposed I wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a day. No man in my experience was hung like that,
so yes this was me , clearly dreaming.
The more I stretched the more I realized that my body felt
totally unhinged and sore.
That’s right…tequila…my head suddenly started to throb. I was in for a hurting today.
I leaned over to the once again screaming alarm clock, and
hit it, turning it off. Yes, my body was extremely sore, and my legs felt like
they were heavy and popped out of their joints.
Pulling myself from my bed, I shook my head appraising my
clothes, bra, and panties. I lifted the blanket off my body. Yes, I was totally naked. I didn’t remember
taking off my underwear. I must have been that drunk. I stood up, the pressure
in my head was heavy, and my legs were sore.
Shit…my hand quick between my legs. I felt the
release…looking down…”oh Shit?” I yelled
in surprise of what looked possibly as a man’s orgasm seeping from my
center. Tinged pink? Hmm, couldn’t be my period?
I was on birth control, so I only had a period every three
months. Had I not known any better, I would have thought that I actually had
sex last night?
I forced myself into the bathroom turning on the
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