He was pounding into me. Just the way I like it sometimes. I love making love sweetly and gently and sometimes I just need to be fucked. The throw my legs over your shoulders, bury your head in the pillow, grab my ass-cheeks in both hands and slam the shit out of my little pussy.
Between thrusts so hard that my head was about to start a rhythmic thumping of the headboard, I turned my head to see my little Corgi dog walk into the bedroom.
That's always a bit awkward when the pet becomes a participant, albeit just a voyeur, but this time Copper didn't seem interested.
I watched as he walked into the room, first looking at the intense scene on the bed, but then he turned and looked over towards the foot of the bed. His ears perked up and he appeared to be concentrating on something.
That was odd because we were both breathing in heavy grunts as he pounded and thrust his cock into me. Copper should have at least been concerned for me, but he wasn't. Suddenly he sat down as if commanded to sit.
I put it out of my mind as my lover let out a final groan and pushed his whole body forward, as if he was trying to climb into my pussy. I felt his cock throb inside of me as he released his load. He finally fell to the side, giving me just enough freedom to draw a fresh breath of air. I gently moved over and let him collapse on the bed next to me, both of us still gasping from the exertion.
I closed my eyes and began to drift off.
Have you ever had your eyes closed in a well-lit room and suddenly a shadow moves across real fast blocking out the light for a second?
Try it now. I'll wait. Seriously.
Just turn on the lights so that the room is really bright. Lay back and close your eyes. See if within a few seconds or a minute or two if a shadow doesn't pass across you.
Did it?
Well, that's what happened to me. I was drifting off to sleep after my lover had worn me out. Suddenly the light was blocked out. I quickly opened my eyes thinking someone had put a hand across my face.
Nothing.
I turned my head and my Corgi was now watching the bed. Then he sat up and turned and left the room, wagging his little rump as he went down the hall.
Again, I thought that was odd, but I was exhausted at that point and faded off to sleep.
A few weeks later, I was sleeping alone. Deep into a nice dream, I felt the bed move. Thinking it was my boyfriend crawling into bed with me I smiled and slowly came awake. If you've ever shared your bed then you know the feeling of someone sleeping next to you. The covers move, the mattress sinks a bit toward the middle, sheets either go tight or move away from you. I was sleeping on the left side of the bed so I turned over and reached out to him.
Of course, there was no one there.
The whole right side of the bed was still as it was when I slipped into it. The sheets and blanket were still pulled tight and the pillow was fluffy.
I slowly rolled back over and within seconds I was back to sleep.
"Rachel," I heard loud and clear in my ear.
