[F]isrt So[m]nophilia Experience

*I haven’t posted here in a while, but I’m hopeful that this story will be worth the wait. Enjoy!*

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My relationship is the most sexually backwards relationship I have **ever** heard of. It’s actually **me** who wants sex, a 23-year-old female with short brown hair, a pretty average build, and what I’ve been told are a “very perky, fantastic” set of C’s. Meanwhile, my 23-year-old boyfriend is content with once a month or less even though I regularly pursue him. It’s the **one** thing about our relationship that I genuinely hate. Everything else is great. We match so well in every department *except* for our sex drives. When it does happen though, boy does it make up for the wait.

Before I dive into that, let me explain a little more about me. See I’ve always been pretty reserved and shy throughout my life. I was a mellow, but secretly goofy, geeky little nerd. I liked science, languages, gaming, sci-fi, the works. I’ve completely embraced it and it’s gotten me both good and bad attention over the years, but because I was always so shy I never really intimately connected with very many people. This means that when it comes to sex, I’ve mostly played it safe. I don’t know if the people I was with preferred it that way, or if they assumed I did due to my outward nature, but the truth is I’ve been ready to branch out for a while now. My current boyfriend is the first guy to find this information out. We’re roughly three years into this relationship, and he’s found a way to get all the information he could ever dream of right out of my mouth.

His lack of interest got me curious in what I might be missing that would get him going. I started thinking things like, *Maybe he’s got some kind of kink he’s embarrassed to tell me about? Maybe he thinks his fetishes are too weird for me?* I decided to find out. First, I attempted to start a conversation as casually as possible. Needless to say, bringing it up out of the blue was never going to be casual so that plan failed. Next, I decided to check his porn history when he wasn’t home one day. (I know, I know. Violation of privacy, but I was getting desperate.) Again, nothing helpful. There didn’t seem to be much consistency there and in all reality, just because you’ll get off to a video of it doesn’t mean you actually want to do it. There had to be some way to find out what he wanted, right? But how?

That’s when I found myself following up on a particular fetish of mine. One I had never experimented with to its full extent. I’m not sure when or why it popped up, but I had developed a fetish for playing with and fucking someone while they were asleep, though I had never done the latter. I had gotten caught once or twice already kissing him and copping a feel. We had talked about it and he seemed a little thrown off by my interest, but not unhappy with it. Normally, I was okay if he happened to wake up, but for my plan to work, I needed him to **stay** asleep. At times, my boyfriend is a **very** heavy sleeper. He’ll respond to you even though he’s not conscious and not remember a thing. Late, late one night I rolled over and slowly moved my hand along his thigh. I needed to test how deep in sleep he was. No real reaction came from it, so I carefully moved up to his hips, rubbing a little bit. His hand moved, partially covering himself. I put my hand on his, thinking maybe he was awake and I was going to get lucky tonight. He twitched a bit as though I’d surprised him, but didn’t move. I slipped a finger off the edge of his hand onto the fabric of his boxers and cautiously slid it along the part of his shaft that was still uncovered. He shifted his hand a bit, making it simultaneously easier and harder to touch him. I let the rest of my hand follow my finger down onto him and then back up onto his hand, then squeezed his hand so that he was gripping himself. He let out a light moan as I moved his hand up and down slowly. When I let go, he continued for a few strokes before stopping. I quietly said his name to him. “Hmm…?” was all I got in reply. I began to play with him gently through his boxers, nudging his hand away. He responded with more quiet moans, his breathing growing deeper. I stopped, propped myself up on one arm to lean over him, and traced his bulge with my fingers as I whispered to him. I had never been one to talk dirty before, but tonight I was going to put my insecurities aside for the sake of information. “Do you want more,” I asked as seductively as I could, leaning in close to his neck and ear. He turned his head, exposing his neck further, and let out a breath. I kissed his neck, then lightly bit him where his neck meets his shoulders, earning myself another moan. I liked it. He had never moaned for me before. Feeling mischievous, I kissed my way down his chest all the way to the band of his underwear. I paused there, fiddling to get his hand out of the way so that I could remove them and uncover what I was really after. I had nearly forgotten my quest for information in lieu of a more immediate gratification. After all, why go through all the sub-quests to get to the final stage when it’s already been unlocked? (Did I mention I also make bad jokes?) He lifted his hips a bit to help me slide his boxers off. I found myself kissing and lightly licking all over and around his hard cock. I wanted it, but I also needed him to want it as much as or more than I did. His breathing picked up and became shallow as I pumped the shaft, inserting the head into my mouth. Somehow his hand found its way around mine and started pumping faster. While I tried to keep up with the unexpected change, his hand stopped and moved to the back of my head, grabbing a handful of my hair. This was new and honestly, I was liking it. I wanted him so badly. I needed as much of his cock as I could fit into my mouth and I wasn’t wasting any time getting it there. He pushed down on my head as I tried to pull away, beginning to thrust himself deeply into my mouth. Again, something new, but this time I wasn’t sure how I felt. He was acting so different. Was it possible he was still asleep after all? Was instinct taking over? Surely not with this level of responsiveness right? He kept thrusting, his hand firm against my head, faster and faster. I moaned uncontrollably as I licked and sucked in rhythm with his movements. This situation had just become incredibly sexy and a big part of me really hoped he was doing this in his sleep.

Even though I was enjoying it, I didn’t want him to finish yet. I had to remember my mission after all. I tried to pull away, but his hand didn’t let up. He gripped my hair tighter, tensing against my resistance, and I moaned again. Somehow I managed to position my head just right so that with all of his movement he would accidentally pull out on his own. Immediately the thrusting stopped and he let go of me as I sat up to reposition myself. I sleep shirtless, so I pressed my already bare chest against his as I leaned over him to kiss his neck while I caught my breath. His hand slid onto my back as I brushed my fingers over his mouth. *I wonder…* I caressed his lips a bit and they parted slightly. Gently, I pushed my fingers towards the opening. I didn’t want to force anything now that I was less sure that he was awake. He gladly accepted my poking around and opened his mouth a bit more to suck and lick at my fingers a bit. Something about that really got me going. I started trying to talk dirty again, pulling my pants down to play with myself as I whispered to him. “Did you enjoy that,” I asked seductively, “Did you like holding me down while you were thrusting like that?” He barely breathed out a yes, his nails lightly pushing into my skin as he groped around the small of my back. I couldn’t help but giggle a little. It was fun being the one in charge, making someone want you. Going back to kissing and sucking at his neck, I moved a leg over him to straddle his waist. I pushed my body against his, losing myself for a moment as I began to grind against him. My pussy was soaked and I wanted to go further. The thought of riding him brought a wave of excitement over me. I shuddered as I bit his neck in anticipation. He flinched, making a sound almost like he was scared. I paused and looked up at his face, asking if he was okay. He didn’t respond and his eyes were closed. I touched where I had bitten him and he flinched again, still not opening his eyes. “Hey,” I cooed, leaning forward again to kiss his cheek, “What’s wrong?” His face went back to normal. He looked peaceful. I guess maybe he really was asleep this whole time. I smiled devilishly as I kissed him, resisting the urge to bite his lower lip. He shifted and accidentally pressed himself against my opening. I let out a tiny sound of surprise and kissed him again, more passionately than before. All this kissing was getting me more worked up, especially with the realization that he hadn’t been awake for tonight’s events. I pushed against his hard dick, careful not to go further before asking one vital question. “Are you awake,” I half moaned, “Oh please be awake…” No response. My hands started to wander over his chest and through his hair. I was almost begging with my body more than I could have with words. He moved again, this time pushing against me more than intended. The head of his dick slipped inside me and I let out small moan. I knew I should pull away, but I *really* didn’t want to. This was so incredibly sexy to me. “You’re awake right,” I asked hopefully. No reply. Why now? Why did I have to make this kind of moral decision now??? I was here to find out information, to find his kinks and use them to seduce him, yet here he was getting me worked up and somehow making me bend to his interests without even being awake. I moved a bit, attempting to get away and make the right choice before my lust overtook my judgment. His hand on my back pressed against me. My moving around had stimulated him in a way that I hadn’t meant to. He started thrusting like he had earlier and gripped my hips firmly.

I had no desire to pull away. No desire to stop. There had never been a point where I had been this turned on in my life. I didn’t care about my original plan. I didn’t care about finding information. All I could think was that I wanted more. No. I *needed* more. He thrusted hard and fast. I was somehow at his mercy yet again. Even in his sleep this man stayed in control. Shortly, it became clear that his instinctual goal was focused on one thing. Finishing. I hadn’t thought that far ahead at all. I was so turned on, it almost slipped my mind. We weren’t using protection because this wasn’t the plan. *Frick, frick, frick! The plan!* A deeper, harder thrust broke my train of though. I started grinding in rhythm with him, moaning as quietly as I could. *No. Bad! You have to stop now!* Gathering all the will power I could, I peeled myself away from him. As I started to lift my hips off of him, his grip tightened and he pulled down. He was stronger than me, especially in the arms and hands. *Curse his rock climbing hobby. This is bad.* He kept thrusting, never losing speed. Why did he have to be so sexy? I whispered to him again, “We have to stop now. You have to pull out.” He moaned and started thrusting harder somehow. My voice in his ear had worked against me and betrayed me again as I let out another few short moans. *Contain yourself. Come on. This is* **not** *worth a baby is it?* It’s like I was trying to reason with myself. I needed to talk myself down, but he just kept moaning and it was really turning me on. I didn’t think I could even get this turned on. I felt my pussy tighten. I was about to finish and it was really hard to reason with myself. I moaned more loudly now, my back beginning to arch. The orgasm kept building and building. I wanted it. I needed it. Oh god did I need it. My breathing was labored as I struggled to think clearly. Obviously all the blood in my body had betrayed me and went opposite of where I needed it. *Oh my god…. Oh fuck he’s amazing even in his sleep… I can’t.. I…* Waves of pleasure rippled throughout me.

I climaxed and my back arched as I moaned. I was so wet that moving so dramatically made his hard, still thrusting, dick slip right out. He had finally stopped and I rolled off of him more satisfied than I had been in my entire life. I had finally fulfilled a long ignored fantasy. He had earned the right to finish, asleep or not. I layed next to him, wrapping my hand around his rock hard dick. I had never felt it this hard before. I was determined to give him the handjob of a lifetime. It didn’t take long before I could tell he was about to finish. Not wanting to make a mess, I cupped my mouth around the head of his dick and finished him off. He moaned and I felt another small wave of pleasure flutter through me. I think I learned more about myself that night than I did about him. His voice was my weakness, especially if he moaned, and could give me a completely hands free orgasm if I wasn’t careful. God I just can’t win with him. Though truth be told, I think I kind of liked losing. ;)

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