The Beautiful Kind

The other day when Beau and Belle had sex, Belle feigned unconsciousness as Beau had his way with her until he finally came on her chest. That scenario is definitely on my fantasy wish list, so they inspired me to come up with my own sleeping beauty fantasy. Shouldn’t be too hard to turn it into reality, ey?

Tonight when I go to bed, you will come visit me after I’ve fallen asleep. I will leave the front door unlocked, and you will let yourself in. You will be stealthy. I will be lying on my back, sleeping innocently. You will enter the bedroom, all hulking and silent. Unconsciously, I will smell you and be aroused. You’ll pull back the blanket. My nipples will stiffen under my nightclothes, and I will sigh softly.

You watch me sleep for a long time, and then finally you barely stroke my hair and face. I turn my face into your cupped hand. You trace my closed eyelids and lips with the tips of your fingers. My mouth parts involuntarily. Your fingers trail across my soft jawline, and your hand moves down to my slender neck, and rests there. All you have to do is squeeze…

You unbutton my shirt, one by one, until it falls to the sides and my small breasts, creamy torso, and concave belly are revealed. You watch my breathing for a while, and then you place a hand between my breasts, barely touching. I can feel your heat, and I am stirring just a little, but I keep my eyes closed. I can hear you breathing.

Your hand will dip down into the valley of my belly, down to my hipbones. You go back up and place your huge hands on my breasts, your fingers spread. You can feel my hard nipples poking into your palms. You keep one hand on a breast and let the other one snake down to glide over my pubic mound. You can feel heat through my pajama bottoms.

You slowly pull them off of me, working them over my round ass, down my legs, past my ankles. You caress my silky thighs, calves, the arches of my feet, then work your way back up. You rest your head on my thigh and inhale my scent. You move in closer and my pubic hair tickles your nose.

You sit up and shed your clothes. I still don’t open my eyes, but am aware of you. I hear the rustle of your clothes. It’s only when you are naked and covering me with your hot body that I reach for you and pull you close. I feel your chest hair tickling me, you nuzzle the crook of my neck, my long hair filtering through your fingers, cool and soft. Angel hair. I feel your erection pressing against me. One of your big thighs parts my legs, and you still aren’t close enough. Yet.