I was dreaming, and oh what a dream it was. I never wanted to wake from it, as the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy was very intense.
It all started with this BDSM- oriented story I had been reading. It was fascinating, and I found myself getting hot, and developing some fantasies of my own. Fantasies of being stroked, of cumming. Fantasies of being tied, or at least restrained. I always had a liking for handcuffs, and hoped I would have some sexy guy using restraints on me, to touch my body at his leisure, and of being spread open for his viewing. He would be able to touch me, make me hot, and see the proof of my arousal as my pussy would start to glisten with wetness. He would make me his- mind, body, and soul- as he introduced to the flogger, the candles, and other toys that he wanted to use on me.
I had taken a strong medication for a terrible headache, made worse by the fact that I was still reading, even though my head was starting to pound. I was engrossed by the things being done to the lady in the story, and didn't want to put the book down, so I ignored the pain as long as I could. Finally I could take it no longer. I put down the book, sighing, knowing
I wouldn't be doing anymore reading tonight;
the medication would knock me out. It was the reason I tried not to take it, except for the very worst of headaches. Going to my medicine chest I took the pill, and got ready for bed, turned the lights off, and slid my nude body under the covers.
My nipples hardened as they rubbed gently against the sheet, and I smiled, shivering slightly at the erotic sensation. It was a continually sensuous feeling for me, having
nothing but the sheet caressing my skin. I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, the story I had been reading still vivid in my head.
The words had created an image all too clear. My body reacted to my thoughts, my breasts feeling more full, achy. I could feel a pooling of need at the junction of my thighs, and sighed heavily with want. That story had gotten me all hot and ready, but I had no one to satisfy my desires. I sighed again, feeling suddenly lonely, and tried to focus my thoughts on a less provoking train of thought, when I succumbed to the strong medication, and fell into a very deep slumber.