It Was All A Dream Right 1

As I lay asleep on our bed, I was gently awakened by hearing your voice in my ear, lovingly coaxing me to wake up--a few whispers of sweet, naughty thoughts, kisses, and licks against my cheek and ear. I started stirring and responding to the affection you were giving me, having turned my head to meet your kisses, and realized that I was not free to move around. At some point, you had put on the arm restraints around my wrists, and you started kissing me deeper as panic was about to set in, tenderly massaging my favorite spot at the crown of my head that causes me to melt instantly to distract and relax me. You repeatedly tell me that I'm safe, that you love me, and that I'm free to use our safe word if things become too much.

You moved back to give me a little bit more room to adjust to the situation. I was naked, on my stomach, laying across one of our wedge sex pillows in almost a spread-eagle position with my legs left free. Once you were satisfied with my silent observation and calmness, you looked me in the eyes and asked me if I trusted you. Biting my lip, I nodded my head yes, and you kissed me deeply with approval. You told me to hold still and went to kiss me, beginning at the base of my head and slowly down my spine, leaving a trail of licks, nips, and sucking in the areas you knew would drive me wild with desire and cause me to moan and fight the urge to squirm. You moved off the bed and told me 'don't move' and 'hold tight'. I chuckled at your comments, knowing that I wasn't in a position to get up. I could only hear and see the shadows of your movements, opening up some packaging, running water, and placing things by the bed, just out of my sight. Before my nerves could set in again, I felt the bed shift, and your lips and tongue began playing along my spine again, this time from my ass crack up to my right ear. A serenade of purrs and moans was your reward for what you were doing to me. You paused and shifted off to the left to pick up something from the nightstand. I felt the pouring of some cold liquid on my lower back that initially brought me chills down my back, but you massaged it into my lower back, ass, thighs, calves, and feet. You were literally making me putty in your hands.

At some point on your way back up, you stopped at the top of my thighs, reached over to the nightstand on the right, and grabbed a few things off the tabletop. I felt a different, thicker kind of liquid being poured slowly at the top of my ass crack. As it began to cascade down, you used your thumb to massage the liquid into my rosebud while inserting two fingers into my flowing honey pot, immediately finding my g-spot. I arched back into your pleasuring hand to get you deeper into both holes. You applied more of the liquid to my rosebud, swirling and working your thumb deeper until you were fully inside the puckered hole. You continue in curricular motions stirring up my orgasm, and right before I'm pushed over the edge, you pull your thumb out, to which I let out a frustrated whine and 'no' in protest as I grip your fingers inside her and tighten my thighs around your hand and wrist as they are saturated with my nectar, trying to keep them in place. You chuckle a bit, then pause as you proceed to slowly insert a cold, metallic-feeling object into the space where your thumb was. My gasp turns into a yelp, and then I moan as the vibrations overtake me and push me through the orgasm I forgot was there.

You continue to tease the wand in and out, knowing the deeper it went, the wider it got, and change up the speeds at your discretion, all while rhythmically taping and flexing on my g-spot. You keep your mouth close to my ear, telling me how much you enjoy this, just how wet I am, how much of a 'good girl' I am, encouraging my releases by telling me to 'cum for me' and how much you enjoy the way I cry out for you. I'm so beyond the point of tears and spastically shaking from your playing that I don't realize that you have removed both your fingers and the wand until I feel the bed shift and feel you straddling my thighs and ass. I feel more lube being applied to my rosebud, and I assume to your condom-clad dick, before you start pushing yourself into me. You distract me from some of the pain by turning on a new vibrating feeling, toying with my clit, allowing me time to adjust before you push more into my ass until you're all the way in.

You stay still like that until you hear my sobbing subside and my moans increase. You sit back slightly as you start to thrust in, taking your time to relish in the tightness as I seem to be grasping at thin air and reacting to the way you're filling me up in deeper ways. I relax more and begin to meet your thrust, speeding up slowly, your hand never letting up or leaving my clit with the vibrator, and my orgasms start to build and collide into each other...

Then I woke up--was it a dream?

... to be continued.