Morning Glory

She squeezed her eyes shut as the sunlight pierced her bedroom and threatened to awaken her from her dream. She struggled to hold onto that last fleeting instant, but the harder she struggled, the more quickly her dream slipped away. She moaned sadly under her breath. 1

It had been a good dream. One of the best she'd ever had actually. There had a been a man, some faceless stranger, ravaging her body with such lustful intensity she could hardly stand it. She had been moments from climax when the unforgiving dawn had awoken her. Although the dream was now gone, she was still feeling the effects of her heightened libido.2

With her eyes still closed, she slowly slid her hand down her stomach, over the light cotton of her T-shirt. She slid her hand up underneath her shirt and let it rest on the soft skin of her stomach. she traced patterns on her skin lightly with the tips of her fingers. Goosebumps raced down her body and she felt it wake to her touch. Smiling softly to herself she continued to gently stroke her stomach while imagining the man from her dreams lying in the bed beside her.3

She imagined his hands replacing hers as he would caress her, massaging her just below her belly button. His hands would move lower, over her hips and thighs, around to her ass. Her breathing quickened as she ran both hands over herself. She shivered in anticipation. Already she could feel moisture between her legs. Whether it was residue from her erotic dream or due to manipulating her own body she did not know, nor care.4

Her fantasy continued as the man from her dream rested his large hands over the top of her panties. Slowly, he traced around the seams of her panties, letting his finger occassionally slide inside just under the elastic. She moaned as her hands traced the same pattern. Slowly she slid her panties over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees and ankles and unceremoniously let them fall to the floor at the end of her bed. Under the covers her hands continued to roam over herself, tracing the peaks and valleys of her womanhood. She was positively soaking as she finally allowed her fingers to explore the depths between her legs.5

Parting her legs, she let one finger slip inside of her. Her back arched instinctively as she felt a rush of pleasure at her own touch. She imagined the man from her dream lowered between her legs and sliding his fingers inside of her. her other hand quickly found her clit and she stroked it slowly, alternating between short fast strokes and long deep ones. As she stroked her clit she fantasized about his perfect, soft mouth kissing her pussy, his warm, wet tongue licking her clit over and over again. Softly and slowly, she teased her body.6

Close to climax, she removed her fingers from her clit while keeping her other hand at a steady pace while she slowly entered and exited her wet center. Raising her hand to her lips, she tasted each of her fingers one at a time, reveling in her own taste. After savoring her own flavor, she slid her hand down her body rejoin the other. she resumed stroking her clit, softly at first, but then harder, and more quickly. She felt herself building quickly and knew immediately that this was to be one of her greatest orgasms ever. Letting out a silent scream of pleasure, she arched her back and froze, trembling as sensation after sensation of pleasure ripped through her body like an unstoppale force of nature. As she slowly came down from her high, a broad smile crossed her face. It may not have been the dream she began with, but it was a happily ever after in the end