Half Asleep

I don’t know how long I’d been asleep when something woke me, but it was still dark, so it can’t have been long. It took me a minute to work out what was going on, too. I knew that something felt… good, but I was beyond confused and definitely still half asleep at best.

The realisation that I was no longer wearing any underwear came first. Closely behind it came the realisation that The Girl I Can’t Forget was between my legs, and then the realisation that she was going to town on my cunt came right after that. And man, was she going to down. She had obviously crept into my bedroom after I had boozily passed out, then got to work. And I know what you’re all thinking: she didn’t have consent. You’re right… but you’re also wrong. I suppose, had I not wanted it, this would’ve been a very different blog post, but I did want it. I wanted it so, so, so fucking much. That makes it okay to me. (Fine line, yes, I know. I’m a CNC kinda gal.)

She must have been down there for quite some time by the time I woke up. The first ebbs and flows of my orgasm were what actually awoke me, and after a brief pause and her checking in on me, they soon returned. I was definitely, definitely awake by then, of course. No half asleep about it.

I couldn’t work out what she was doing between my legs; there were too many things going on at once. Her fingers were inside me, but they were also roaming my body, playing with my nipples, and grasping at my flesh. Her tongue was on my clit, but it was also trailing close to my ass, and inside me, and trailing up and down my labia. I’ve never felt anything like it, before or after. It’s the best oral sex, I’ve ever had in my life. No contest. No competition.

Less than a couple of minutes later, if that, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My mind and sight slowly went dark, and there were bright flashes of light once I opened them again. My hands grasped and grappled with her hair, and my toes curled so tightly that I thought they were going to break. It took everything I had not to groan so loud, but I didn’t want to run the risk of waking up Bestie, or the overnight attendees.

When she finally came up for air, her mouth glinted with my arousal and climax. I wanted to ask what the hell she had done to me down there, but I couldn’t catch my breath, let alone talk. It was so damn good that it’s the thing, I remember when a man can’t make me come. A filthy movie of that night, from Rabbit on the couch to oral in my bed, plays whenever I struggle to come, always. It’s the first thing that comes to mind, always. And it works, always. Always.

I wanted to spend the night with her after that, maybe play with her a little. She wouldn’t let me, though. Every time I tried to touch her, she pushed my hands away.

“No,” she said. “It was just for you.”

“But what about you?”

“I already came tonight,” she laughed. And that, was that. She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me on the top of my head, and whispered, “Goodnight.”

I passed out again right after that.

The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Halloween Erotica: Slutty Vampire.