It's 3am, why am I awake. It's not the first time I've been woken this way. A cold sweat throughout my body and a pulsating pain between my legs. The dreams are becoming more real, as if they're not dreams at all.
I roll to my side and slowly raise from my bed and make my way to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. The pulse between my legs still lingering. Catching a glimpse of my reflection I notice my hair stuck to the sides of my face with sweat. If I don't make these dreams reality, they may be the end of me.
Stopping to grab my wand from the top drawer of my dresser I make my way back to bed. Running my fingers across my nipples slowly trailing them down my stomach, across my hips and on the inside of my thighs. The softness of my fingers paired with the memory of this recent dream almost sends me over the edge so I switch on my wand and position it over my pulsing clit. Moments later my whole body twitches as I explode in a wave of ecstacy. Warm cum pours out of my pussy as I grasp the pillow until the orgasm ends. Breathless, I switch off the wand and twist my nipples between my fingers. Letting out a sigh of relief, the pulse in my clit is gone and I slowly drift back to sleep.
The ping from my cellphone wakes me up before my alarm and I see his name on the lock screen. "Good morning beautiful." He always sends this message to let me know I'm the first person he's thinking of when he wakes up. I wonder if his sleep is ever as haunted as mine.
We haven't had sex yet but it's gotten close. He's holding out on me because he says he respects me. It would be a lot better if he could push the old fashioned values aside and fuck me already. The anticipation is making it impossible to think of anything else
Rubbing my eyes so I can focus i unlock my phone and text back. "Hey." I am toeing the line between being a respectable lady and wanting him to use me as his personal sex toy. I know my short message will get a response from him.
"Are you mad?" He responds. "No, just tired. I haven't been sleeping well." I set my phone on the night stand and drag myself to the bathroom to ready myself for the day.
Somehow I manage to survive the work day fueled solely by coffee. At lunch time he sends me another text "Dinner, my place?" That sounds amazing. Honestly, if we didn't have plans this evening I probably wouldn't eat at all. I am completely exhausted and would prefer to fall into bed when I get home but I need to see him. I have plans for him...
The drive home after work seems longer than usual while I make plans in my head for dinner tonight. He asked me to bring dessert to which I happily agreed, although it may not be the dessert he expects.
A quick stop at home to change and I slip into the blue dress he loves. It clings to my body in all the right places with a slit up the right thigh exposing just enough skin to leave a little to the imagination. The pulse in my clit is back and I hope I can finally break him.
I arrive at his apartment 20 minutes later and the smell of dinner already fills the halls. He is standing in the kitchen in his light blue jeans and muscle shirt, his back to me and my heart starts to race when he turns his head to smile at me. I wrap myself around his back as he lifts a spoon to my mouth to taste the cream sauce he's been stirring. I lick my lips before kissing him softly, my arms still wrapped around his waist.
Turning toward me he notices the dress I'm wearing and pulls me in closer while kissing me harder. Through his jeans I feel his cock twitch against my leg and the pulse in my clit gets stronger. I run my fingers up the base of his neck and grasp a fist full of his hair while kissing the sides of his neck. He tells me dinner will be another 10 minutes. Perfect, I whisper in his ear while linking my fingers in his still feeling his cock pressing against his jeans.