I wake up from the sensation of a snake coiling itself around my right wrist. It slowly circles once, then twice, and begins to constrict. I panic and reach out with my left arm to grab it, but find my arm restrained. I can feel something wrapped around my wrist, and whatever it is, it is firmly anchored to what I can only assume is the bedpost.
In my moment of confusion, my right wrist is yanked, hard, and bound. Now both my arms are restrained.
From in the dark, at the foot of the bed, I can hear something shifting. There is the light snapping sound of elastic hitting skin. The bedsheet is slowly pulled from my body, exposing my chest, my abdomen, my groin.
Something begins to crawl onto the bed and up my legs and settles just above my penis. Heavy breathes blow hot air on me, causing me to quickly engorge.
First there is a light flick, a quick darting of something wet and warm against the tip. Then I am engulfed, hot saliva against my fully erect penis sending shivers along my body, heating me.
I feel a hand gently take hold of my scrotum and begin to massage me. The hand is warm and soft, the fingers gently squeezing.
Soon the hand begins to slide down, rubbing the base of my scrotum. A single finger releases and glides its way to my anus and begins to circle slowly. Each circle brings the finger closer and closer before it begins to penetrate. It is rough at first, just on the edge of painful before becoming pleasurable. The finger slides in and out of me, each time going deeper and deeper, probing, until it reaches my prostate.
I pull against the ropes, wanting to touch, to feel, taste, smell my partner, to give just as I receive. The frustration of the binding increases the intensity of what is happening to me.
Pressure begins to build at the base of my scrotum. There is a fire raging in my abdomen. A tongue rubs itself up and down my shift, wraps itself around my head. The hand grips me, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with my gasps. The finger, in and out, rubbing and poking.
There is a shift of bodyweight, and legs surround my head. The smell of my partner is strong, making my heart flutter with anticipation. My mouth salivates. My partner presses against my face, hips gyrating as my tongue begins to lick and suck at flesh, taking in the taste of sex.
Just as my tongue works against the hot sticky flesh before me, another tongue works against my hot sticky flesh. I become lost in rhythm of the moment, letting the pleasure carry me away.
My vision fills with stars and my body arches. I try to inhale but my body has locked. My arms pull against the ropes restraining me. The explosion in my groin is powerful.
The mouth moves away, the finger pulls out, and the hand releases. My tongue slips out of my partner and my arms are released. Everytime I try to move, a powerful spasm rips its way through me, causing my vision to blur.
As I lie there, covered in spit and cum, unable to move, warm soft lips press against mine, kissing me. We kiss as I slip into a deep sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6kweis/a_brief_nights_disruption