They had both been asleep for a couple hours. It had been a rather sensual evening. He had cooked dinner, which was eaten by candlelight. Followed by a few short minutes of cuddling on the couch before they were into kissing, fondling and heavy breathing. They made their way into the bedroom they shared in the small apartment and proceeded to make passionate love. They were both mostly satisfied, but there was something missing from these sessions, she just wasn't quite sure. Not to mention, her significant other's world would crumble, he firmly believed he was the pimp of the nation and that he could rock any woman to the core and leave her walking bow-legged for days.
She stirred in her sleep and finally woke, feeling a tingling between her thighs. She had never felt she needed more after a romp between the sheets with anyone. It surprised her, greatly. She tried to wake the slumbering beast next to her, but only failed to arouse him from his state of less than consciousness. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, there was always morning wood, right? She'd have a chance to get it again before the both of them had to be at work. Yes, that was a great plan.
There was only one problem, she couldn't fall back to sleep. She tossed and turned for a half hour, grunting and groaning. It wasn't happening, she knew it. No sleep, no sex. She tore off her blanket and went to the dresser, opening it up and scrounging around for her favorite phallic shaped object. She fumbled around a moment before finding it. She turned it on to check the batteries, it was dead. Piece of shit. It was no good to her unless it was powered, the batteries probably died due to long lengths of unusedness, her man always had done it for her. He tossed the erotically shaped hunk of plastic into the dresser and closed it quietly. She went back to bed and tried to ignore it. She couldn't. She couldn't and it pissed her off greatly.
She laid there for another half hour, occasionally glancing at the clock to see that only a minute or two had passed when she swore it had been at least 3. The lucky bastard next to him, still sawing logs like no one's business, suddenly moaned in his sleep. She had heard that moan before, just a few hours ago. She looked over at him and arched an eyebrow. Interesting turn of events crossed her mind. She reached over and took his slightly stiff penis in hand. At this point in time, the other eyebrow rose. She was genuinely shocked. He was having some sort of kinky dream. She thought about this a moment and began to squeeze and stroke the growing cock in her hand.
