For my sleeping lover: Good morning, my love. When you wake and find this letter, my side of the bed will be cool to the touch. There will still be a dent on the pillow were this letter lays from where I have lain in bed at the early hours of the morning staring at your sleeping face and enjoying the feel of my thigh over yours. The mornings when I w...
Romeo decides that there is nothing to lose in waking his new lover with a pleasurable wake up, reviving her from her slumber with pure pleasure. He walks over to her and crawls up between her legs staring down at her raw clit, trying to think of a way to please her in her sleep and only awakening her when she finally comes. He lowers his face down and sta...
After a long day at work, we were both tired and so we didn't wait long until we headed for bed. We chatted quietly as we undressed and crawled under the covers, exchanging a short kiss before we curled up to each other to sleep. I don't know what woke me, but I'd been asleep for a while when it happened. After trying to figure it out for a few moments I g...
Author's note: This is only my second Literotica submission, and welcome feedback. This particular story is intended to be a prequel to "Dances of Love". As I post more, please do read my other works as well. This story is intentionally written in the 2nd person, even though the female subject of the point of view ("you") starts out asleep. If you don't per...
It was the third time that Danny had woken up to find that he was not alone in his bed. The third time in just one month that he opened his eyes, took in a deep breath and smelled the sweet scent of female perfume. The third time his head had gently ached as he racked his brain to think of how the blazes he had got home. This girl was prettier than the othe...
Chloe wasn't sure how she was supposed to respond. Before this moment, the only man she had been intimate with was her husband. But her mind was clouded with Jamie's smell; strong arms around her; and, the tingling every nerve in her body felt at this very moment. She could feel his hard-on pressing into her crotch and her breathing was becoming shallow at t...
I am used to waking up happy. At home I luxuriate in having a queen-sized bed to myself (after having succeeded in ejecting my loser boyfriend last year) and when I'm at my condo in Hawaii, I love waking to the sun streaming through sheer curtains and across my bare skin. But this was a new kind of happiness: this time I was waking in the rosy glow of late...
This morning, I lingered in bed a while, wishing you were beside me. The day is overcast, filtering the light like a washed-out photograph, or a dream itself, and I thought of how you would seem like a soft, imagined scene in some movie when I woke and saw you there, your hair across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of your shoulders with each breath. The...
You asked me what lustful thoughts I was having, this morning. As I lay in my bed, naked and daydreaming of strong hands and a willing tongue. I was thinking how heavy my limbs felt, how warm and weighted and rested. I was thinking how my body pillow felt trapped between my knees, soft in my embrace, nestled between my breasts. How the cotton pillowcase felt...
***I wrote this several years ago for a Mistress who had me under consideration. I just found it and thought that I would share it. It is not sexual, but does have sexual content. I think that whether or not this is your cup of tea, we all should find what makes us wake up in the morning, saying Yes!*** ***** I love that you asked me this question. I think...