Thrill (mini-erotica) - A.

I've had the same dream for three nights.

I'm staring in the mirror, freshening up before bed. A. can just fall into bed after a long day, but I like to take some time for myself before sleep.

I want to have it again.
I just can't remember all the details.
I wish I could.

I woke up yesterday mid orgasm. The night before that I woke up dripping all over my clean sheets. The first night I was horny all day. So whatever is in this dream is, it's pretty hot.

I turn off the light and feel my way to the bed. A. is on his side, already asleep or halfway there. He had an early morning, a long day at work, and to top it all off played music with some friends until eleven. I can't blame him for being tired. Ordinarily I would stay up for a minute to watch his chest rise and fall with calm sleep. But tonight I curl up and will sleep to come as fast as possible.

Naturally, it doesn't come since I'm concentrating on it so hard. Oh, the irony.

I get up slowly and walk out to the small living room. Our apartment isn't that big, since it's just us, and we aren't super high income. I curl up on the couch and tuck my legs under my butt. I give myself a once-over. Cute little lacy top, soft pj pants. My boobs look nice in this top, which is usually my motivation to wear it.

I flip on the tv to some mindless show and settle in to wait out my insomnia.

Thirty minutes pass. Ugh. I need sleeeeeeeeeep.

I hear A. get up and pad down the hallway. I turn to see him stumble in, sleep still in his eyes.

"You coming to bed, honey?"

"Yeah," I sigh, "I was just having some trouble sleeping."

"Here, I'll wait out here with you until you're ready."
With that he leaned down, sank into our easy chair, propped up his feet on the ottoman, and within ten seconds was asleep again.

I giggled at him. I was waiting for that to happen. He does cute little things like that all the time.
I sigh and settle down into my chair. Suddenly I feel more awake than ever. Craaaaap. What can I do now? Crappy TV? No. I look around.

And that's when it hits me.

That first feeling of arousal. That small, little tickle between your legs that lets you know that your equipment is ready for use. That first little spot of wetness on your body.

What triggered this? I'm lost. I wasn't even thinking about anything!

Suddenly that little feeling is stronger. Now I'm definitely horny. And definitely more confused.
And it's growing. I sit still and focus on it. I'm getting wetter and more turned on, for no apparent reason. Okay, so I guess I just have some excess hormones. No big deal. Except it's becoming harder to think... I can only feel my pussy set fire to my body... My wetness dripping... My clitoris becoming harder... My lips parting... Oh my god... I'm growing desperate, and the fire is growing...

What is happening?!?! I'm beginning to pant out loud from arousal. I look around wild eyed, desperate to satisfy this need. I'm becoming desperate, my whole world disappearing into this glorious feeling and my desire to satisfy my craving. My nipples are brushing against my shirt as I turn, and the simple sensation makes me moan. My eyes roll back as I stand and twist to survey the room. I NEED penetration. My pussy is calling out for it...

I spot a small bulge in A.'s pants. I look him up and down. He's still asleep, and he has an erection. Bingo.

I walk slowly over to him. Every movement makes me shiver with pleasure. I'm dripping down my legs, which rarely happens. I'm salivating at the thought of fucking him, and I can't even feel the floor as I glide over. I want to wake him up, but my body needs his cock and nothing else.

I sit down on his thighs and straddle him. Where are my pants? I thought I was wearing panties too! No, wait... I need to wake him up... why are my hands pulling his pants and boxers down?

His cock springs out. He's not fully erect, but he's definitely hard. As soon as it's in view, I convulse. My vagina pulses with a hungry need. I need it I need it I NEED IT.

As soon as it's inside, I lose all control. I need to orgasm, I need to satisfy my dirty body. God, I feel so dirty taking him in his sleep. How is he not awake? I don't care. I'm moving up and down now, he slides in and out, fuck I need MORE....

I put my hands on the arms of the chair and take him in deeper. Suddenly I feel orgasms roll over me.... I want another.... and another.... please make it stop.... no, you dirty girl.... you know you want more... yes I do....

I've given myself over to my body. It takes me higher, takes me deeper, I'm plunging out of this world... My clothes are ripping off, my hands caressing my breasts and loving it, my whole world contained within my pussy's lips... I'm pinching my nipples and moaning loudly... I'm satisfying my filthy desire to cum.... I'm such a whore.... such a whore.... SUCH A WHORE....

I shake for ten minutes. I moan long and loud, my hands gripping my boobs, my pussy pulsing, dripping my juices all over us both. I slowly get my vision and hearing back and slump over. My body feels familiar, but drained and tired. I am back in control. I look at A. He's still sleeping soundly, but now a small smile graces his face.

And then I wake up. Perfect sunshine. An ordinary day. A. whistling from the bathroom as he shaves and checks out the results of a good workout. And a huge puddle underneath my butt and thighs.

I smile evilly and stand up. My clothes are shredded, tattered. My hands ache. And now I know what the dream was. And you know what? I think it's time to make it a reality.

-A.