Red Pajamas.

Nola Erus @ SensualStories
She was nice enough to send me this pic of her, and I wanted to honour that expression of trust and affection by showing her how truly inspiring a man can find a woman.

You snooze soundly, completely sprawled out on the large and fluffy mattress. Your bountiful chest rises and falls slowly as you breathe. The tiniest hint of a smile on your face. Could it be due to a good dream or the fun of the night before? The sun rays creep in slowly through the blinds among wisps of morning air and the sounds of birds calling for their spring mates.

You kicked off the covers at some point during the night. The red one-piece pajamas you wear are warm enough. You know what red does to me. You deny that you bought it just to mess with me, but we both know the truth. I don’t know why a one-piece pajama set turns me on. It’s so warm and fuzzy and inviting. I want to crawl into it with you and snuggle for eternity.

I’ve been watching you since daybreak. I’ve laid there next to you, clad in only my boxer-briefs and sporting my morning wood. We both have the day completely to ourselves and nothing pressing to handle. I plan on making your day as relaxing and enjoyable as possible, and I think I know exactly how it should start.

I slowly inch towards you until you’re in my sphere of control, careful not to wake you. I run my hands as lightly as possible along the inside of your thighs and up to your crotch, while blowing lightly and warmly on your ear. You moan slightly and the grin grows. I knew you were having a naughty dream. You always do after I make you pass out from too many orgasms.

My plan works. You don’t wake, but your hands slowly go to work, coming up to your crotch and massaging your pussy lightly through the warm fabric. I know you’re not wearing anything underneath, since I helped your drowsy and exhausted body get into your pajamas last night.

Your legs begin to drift apart while I ever so slowly undo the front zipper, exposing your neck, shoulders and ample breasts. Your breathing has gotten a little faster and deeper and your eyes are darting quicker underneath your eyelids. The dream must be heating up.

All according to plan.

As lightly as I can, I start to kiss you. I start on your lips. Your back arches a little to unconsciously meet my touch. I peck lightly again and again as I move from your lips, across your cheek, down your chin and your neck, across your shoulder and then back to your nape, finally arriving at your tits. They’re heaving a little now and your legs have spread completely, offering your needy pussy to your own attentions.

My left hand massages the inside of your legs and your slightly raised ass. I use my mouth to tease and pleasure the breast closest to me. I take much of it into my mouth and suck, firmly but not too hard. I don’t want to wake you from your dream yet. I just want to provide depth to the production running inside your mind. I’ve been here before. I’ve made a science out of pleasuring your tits. I love your tits and I want them to love me.

You moan. Louder than I expected. Loud enough to surprise me. Even your moans carry that southern accent. I love it. It’s such a turn-on to hear you moan and scream and beg in that voice. I just realized how warm your body has become. Your nether regions must be soaked by now.

The zipper runs all the way down to your navel, and I continue unleashing your naked beauty to the crisp morning air and the attentions of our passion. I kiss every inch of your body as I expose it, enjoying the wonderful taste of your skin and sweat.

Once the zipper is entirely undone, I maneuver around your heaving body and slowly release you from your garment. Your hands don’t miss a beat, barely moving from your wet pussy and your red breasts. You lay there, naked and wanting, spread out before me. I can barely contain myself.

I crawl in between your legs, placing your knees behind my head. I carefully move your hand out of the way and begin to tend to your clit with my hands and mouth. You moan louder. Your free hand darts to your free boob and your feet plant onto the bed. You’re humping my face. I use every trick I know with my fingers, nose, tongue, teeth, lips and nose. I even hum into your pussy, which makes you shiver.

You start talking in your sexy sleep. You’re talking dirty. Even the sexiest phrases are made so much more alluring because of your voice. It makes me want to fuck you right then and there, but the long-term pleasure will be so worth it if you wake up after a complete erotic dream. Your breasts are now beet red and you’re craving release, so your hands find the back of my head and you begin to swivel and grind against me. I can feel your insides twitch, so I know you’re close. I use my mouth to full effect on your clit while my fingers expertly seek out and stimulate your g-spot.

You’ve become furious. I have no idea how you are still asleep but it’s all the better. I just wish I had set up the camera, because you probably won’t believe me this all happened.

You slam into your first orgasm like a truck hitting a brick wall at 120. Of course the truck wouldn’t stop, and neither do we. I keep on your bucking and spasming form as you cry out, orgasm after orgasm piling on. A little extra force and you begin to squirt a bit into my mouth, the spot between your pussy and belly-button spasming uncontrollably. I love your flavour. I grab and squeeze your ass with both hands as I drink you in.

You’re spent, naked and miraculously still asleep. I carefully shift out from under your legs and exit to the bathroom to clean myself up, then off to the kitchen to prepare you breakfast in bed.

The smell of eggs wakes you some minutes later and you stroll over to me naked. You drape yourself over my back and snuggle up as you watch over my shoulder as I cook. Your hands find my morning wood still throbbing away and begin to administer to it lightly.

You moan lightly and say I wouldn’t believe the dream you just had. I say try me.

~ by psychediver on 03/25/2009.