It had been a long day, and Tom wearily made his way upstairs to bed. He closed the curtains, looking up briefly at the bright, full moon, before throwing off his clothes and crawling into bed. He turned off the light, and turned onto his side, wrapping his duvet around him, and drifted of to sleep.
He was vaguely aware of a lightning flash, and the rumble of thunder. Then he felt himself feeling aroused. He was a little annoyed, as he was tired and desperately wanted to sleep, but he found himself with a growing erection. No matter how much he thought of frying bacon, or any of the unsexiest things he could conjure in his mind, he just could not shake this incoming feeling.
And then he felt the bed move; he froze for a moment. He could smell the faint aroma of a sweet perfume. He moved on hand out in exploration, and felt the cool, soft skin of another body. The body moved closer, and he realised that their back was against his chest. His arm was taken, guided, and placed gently on a soft, pliable, and full breast of a woman. He tried to lean up a little, and the woman’s hand found his head, pulling it towards her lips as she moved her head around to meet him. Her lips were soft and cool, and he felt himself drawn in deeper as they kissed, his tiredness temporarily abated. She gently introduced her tongue to his moth, first licking his lips slowly around, before moving in slowly. He mimicked her, tasting her still cool lips, before his tongue ventured inside. Their lips seemed to lock together, as their tongues sensually explored each other. Continue reading