Fire surrounds you: lustful, silken flames that lick your form with languid tongues. Crimson velvet wraps you sensation, sliding along your body. In this sea of touch you tumble, slowly swimming, your skin painted in sweat from the heat burning inside. Invisible hands explore you, finding your dreams, your pleasures, your cravings as they lavish passion over you.
Your own moans kiss your lips as you continue to twist and turn in your slumber. Satin sheets cover you as a second skin, fueling nocturnal visions of flesh and desire. Your back arches. Heat rises. Breath fills your lungs and drives your moans higher. The fire burns inside with an intensity that beckons to you and calls you further into it. You begin to twist, to writhe, calling out for more with wordless, brazen need. This fire consumes you, commands you, knows your every passionate secret, knows you give yourself willingly, eagerly, with your wordless begging. In your dreams, the fire grows hotter, stronger, driving your body into an effortless, guided dance you arch in the dark, midnight heat in this bed of need…
And on a scream you wake, gasping. Eyes now open, you gaze down over your body, to find my eyes burning back at you, my mouth nestled between your thighs.
“Mmm, did I wake you?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qd7tfy/midnight_flames_mf