Hi there, new here. New to erotica writing in general, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been a fan of reading it for a long time. ??♀️
Sometimes as I lay in bed at night, and I can’t sleep, my hands find their way between my legs. Maybe it’s because they’re cold, and it’s warm down there, but the more likely reason is because when it’s late at night and I can’t sleep, that’s when images of you flood my brain and send tingles down my spine. Memories of your hot breath along my neck give me goosebumps and they follow the feeling of your lips trailing down my skin.. to my collarbones and my chest. That’s my favorite time to have you, when we’re dancing in and out of a sleepy bliss.
I could roll over and wake you up, whisper softly in your ear that I want you to take me to that sleepy heaven… but you work tomorrow, and you’re so precious sleeping… so I’ll just touch myself instead.
But if I DID wake you up…