I’ve read your bio, please tell me a story. Thanks.
I like to stay up late. Enjoying the peace and quiet. But every night there comes a time, when I just long for bed. I long to warm my body and rest beside you.
I know I’ll curl up under the covers, my skin cool from staying up. I’ll push my bum out towards you, because I know, no matter what state of sleep you are in, you will find me.
You will find that soft crease you love so much where my thigh meets my hip and you will use it to pull me to you. I’ll go willingly, nestling myself into your lap. Your bed-warmed hand will run over my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps. You will murmur something about me being cold, but it doesn’t deter you.
You’ll sleepily mutter about my ass, squeezing and caressing like it’s the first time and the last, growling a curse as you lightly smack it. I’ll wiggle against you; encouraging and enjoying the quiet sounds of appreciation.
Your hand will slide its way under my nightie to my breasts. You’ll knead them, cursing again, sleepily grunting and thrusting against me. Finding my nipples hard (as always), you’ll gently pinch. More cursing. More sleepy muttering, about my tits this time.
My skin will slowly warm and I’ll smile. Feeling your hardness against my ass. Your body curled around mine. Some nights your sleepy attention will turn into lustful, late night sex. Unplanned but familiar.
Other nights we are both satisfied with our gentle intimacy. Falling into a comfortable sleep, knowing this connection is worth just as much as the carnal one.
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