While living in San Francisco I was in a relationship where my lover worked nights and I worked days. Our time together was limited and the challenge to find time to be together and love one another was an obstacle. One night he presented an odd but forever favorite solution to me.

Upon his arrival home and in the middle of my deepest sleep I was surprised to wake with my sheets pushed up over my hips and his head pushed down between my thighs. I stirred and started to protest but he shushed me and told me to go back to sleep. I was tired, still sleeping and strangely aroused so I allowed him to continue. He licked and played and had his way with me until I was wet all over. If I'd start to move or rock he push me down and urge me to stay still. His insistence on my stillness only added to my pleasure. Eventually, he would enter me  and only then would he allow me to move even if it was only subtle. It never took very long for me like this; I shuddered and tightened around him in minutes and then, he would follow with explosive spurts inside me. These nights would become my most restful as the sleep that followed our hypnagogic fucking was always more dreamy and deep than it was before he came home to me.

Love,
Laney