Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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'I can't sleep.' I keep thinking to myself. 'How could I possibly sleep when I'm laid so close to what I want? How could anyone?'
I stare into the darkness of the motel room where I can just make out the picture on the opposite wall and the bedside lamp next to me.
I don't turn it on. I don't want to wake her.
I sigh quietly and listen to the rain beating down onto the pavement and the billowing wind that causes the place to creak.
She's still asleep.
With every breath she releases, my neck tingles. The hairs standing to attention at the feel of her breath on my skin.
'What am I doing?' I ask myself. She's a new friend. We met at a party a couple of weeks ago and we just ... hit it off. It's like we've known each other for years.
I can't stop thinking about her. Since we met, she is all I can think about. It's like an obsession. It's confusing and frustrating. I don't want to have the kind of thoughts that I have. Not about her because she's not into girls. She likes men.
'She likes cock.' I remind myself. 'Big hard men with thick cocks.'
I roll over to face her, to watch her sleep. She's beautiful.
Our mouths are only centimetres apart and I have this urge to kiss her. I blow on her face a little and study her for a reaction. A flicker. A movement.
But she doesn't move.
I blow harder and move my face closer. She doesn't feel a thing.
I touch her shoulder and shake her slightly to see if she stirs. She doesn't. She's asleep in a deep slumber. Her loose curls fall over her shoulder, and a few stray hands are lying against her lips. I lift my hand and tuck them behind her ear.
My body tingles as my hand touches her face. 'I can't take this.'
I move my mouth to hers and very carefully, slowly, I brush my lips against hers. Only slightly. They only just touch but it's given me the kick I needed. My stomach somersaults and I check that she's still sleeping.
Her lips are parted slightly so this time I press my lips a little harder to hers and slip my tongue in.
She tastes good.
I can feel myself getting more aroused so I slip a hand into my shorts and run one finger along the length of my slit. I sigh.
I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath. I wish I could touch. Suck them. I bite my lip.
I push my finger through my lips wanting to know how wet she's made me. I'm soaking. God she's turned me on.
I look at her face and then at her tits. My other hand reaches towards her and I place it on her rising chest.
Feeling even more aroused I slide one of my fingers towards my hole and play just at the entrance. I move my other hands towards the top of her vest and trace the line of her cleavage. I reach in and cup one of her silky breasts.
I moan quietly and push my finger deep inside me while gently squeezing on her tit.
I pull her nipple out so that I can look at it and without thinking about it, I move my head down and clamp my mouth around it.
I run my tongue along her breast before sucking it. Her nipple goes hard in my mouth. I hesitate then clamp my teeth around it and nibble softly.
She stirs with a moan. My teeth unclench from her nipple and she rolls onto her back.
I wait until I hear her heavy breathing once more before sliding a second finger into my cunt. Her stirring caused my stomach to twist in fear and my heart to beat faster at getting caught out but it also made it more exciting.
'What would she do, if she caught me out?' I wonder to myself.