A lazy Saturday morning after the last day of finals. Evaporated in the sweet, hazy warmth of dreams, birdsong gently pulls you into reality. You lay on half the queen-sized bed in a tiny ball, a curled and clinging to any heat you can find. Reminiscing on your dream, you slowly rock your hips, grinding into your thighs and sending lush waves of pulsing light through your body. Like the light of a star, these waves of pleasure paint streaks of muted bliss up your torso, down your thighs, some even stretching to your neck as you recall the ways you were kissed last night. In your sleepy reminiscing, you don’t even notice how these waves of pleasure are preparing you, planting the seeds of ecstasy in all of your most sensitive spots…priming you for your lover.
Your breath catches in your throat as a warm, gentle hand reaches from behind you, lightly caressing from your collar bone down the center of your chest, lazily massaging and teasing your nipples with their palm. A bright shot of pleasure swells between your thighs as you remember that dream was reality. Your lover pulls you in close to them, spooning you. Soft lips tease across your shoulders, planting loving kisses on a trail up your neck.