Welcome to another episode fo Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “ Sleep”. Dear Sir, I lay face down on the bed, absorbed in my novel. You sit behind, your back against the headboard, just watching me read. I’m naked from the waist down - sometimes I like to read in just a t-shirt and nothing else. I know it drives you crazy.
You can never keep your hands off. It always starts off casually, your fingertips over the back of my calves, tracing invisible patterns up the backs of my knees. I’m ticklish there so you move up higher, up the lean hard muscles of my thighs to my soft rounded bottom. You are a man possessed, kneading and molding the flesh of my ass in your hands.
I keep reading my book, pretending I’m not feeling what you are doing to me. Your voice, when you finally speak is soft with desire. “You have the softest skin,” you whisper. I mark my page and put my book aside and let the fucking begin…
I am horny. That is all. Now fuck me, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom Sir… let’s begin..
Another sleepless night – I toss and turn while you slumber beside me. Time passes – it could be one hour or three. It’s hard to gauge the passage of time as you lay in the silent dark. I try everything to fall asleep, laying on my side, on my back, laying against your chest listening to the steady beat of your heart. Nothing works.
I tap you lightly, then a little harder. You groan sleepily, ask me what’s the matter. I lean close to your ear, tell you “I can’t sleep”. You roll over and look at me with half closed eyes, ask me if there’s anything you can do to help.
Ideas form in my restless mind, ideas that quickly take on a life of their own as I press my body to you, as I run my hand down the smooth plane of your chest. You are still half asleep when I slide my hand lower, but your body is plenty awake, responding to my touch even as you sleepily nuzzle into my breasts.
I climb atop your body, reaching down beneath my tummy to take you in hand, to rub you against my wetness. The rest of your body starts to wake – you rub your eyes, fighting the sleep that threatens to engulf you as I take your body into mine.
Leaning forward, I press my breasts against your smooth chest, slide my tongue up the roughness of your chin, to the soft shell of your ear. I whisper things, dirty things, and I can feel you come to life beneath me, your body starting to move with mine.
Your hands come up to grip my hips, to pull himself deeper as I ride you to a glorious climax that brings you almost, but not quite to full wakefulness. I’m not sure what’s better – the druglike orgasm that relaxes my body enough for sleep to take hold, or the sweetness of falling asleep with you still inside me. Savoring the smell of your skin, the feel of your mouth sleepily kissing my neck as I finally find slumber.
