Consensual Sleep Fetish

Consensual Sleep Fetish: An Erotic Tale

I met him one rainy evening while I was out for a jog. Ever since that evening, he has consumed my thoughts by day and my dreams at night. It’s his face that I see when I’m in the shower, touching myself. His dark, smouldering eyes bore into my soul. He was all that I thought about. Until one evening, when out with friends, I saw him. Without a doubt, he saw me too. He was wearing a black button down shirt with black slacks; his dark curly hair was perfectly coiffed.

Finally, he motioned for me to come join him. There was something about him that made me slightly nervous. After a few drinks, he decided to walk me to my apartment. It was there that he leaned me against my apartment door and asked me. “What’s your kink, shy girl?” Why did his husky whisper just make me wet? “My kink?” I asked. However, before he could answer, I answered. “I have a Consensual Sleep Fetish. It sounds weird, I know, but I do.”

Intrigued, he kissed my neck, kissing inbetween. “So you want someone to fuck you while you sleep?” he asked. “No, it’s not like that. Ok, it’s like that, but I want to be woken up like somewhere in the middle while it’s happening.” Subsequently, I could feel my face getting hot from embarrassment, or the two glasses of wine I had earlier. “I don’t kink shame.” He whispered between soft kisses, setting my body ablaze. “I can help you with that fantasy, shy girl.”

Consensual Sleep Fetish, Sleep Beauty Syndrome

At this time, I unlocked my door. Inviting the hot stranger I had met a few weeks ago. Was I insane? I just allowed a strange man, whom I barely knew, into my home. I decided to ignore my own question. Moreover, my head was feeling pretty light at this time. Was it two glasses of wine? Oh shit, I forgot the two shots my girlfriends bought for me before we went out.

Needless to say, it was then that the stranger excused himself to the bathroom. Feeling lightheaded, I kicked off my shoes and lay across my velvety sofa. Hence, I could feel my eyes slowly shutting, as I fought so hard to keep them open.  All that kept replaying in my head was our conversation at the door. Why would I tell a stranger that I had a Consensual Sleep Fetish kink?  It’s not like it’s ever happned I was just intrigued about it.

Was I dreaming? I felt a strong pair of hands moving across my body. Slowly, raising up my dress. No, I must be dreaming. I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt someone’s tongue flicking my nipples.  My dream lover was now consuming my breast in his mouth. I heard myself moan and realized I had fallen asleep. In a moment of weakness, I shared with the stranger that my fantasy was Consensual Sleep Fetish. Clearly, he was just giving me what I told him I wanted.

Truth be told, I was able to speak and open my heavy eyelids if I wanted to. Moreover, this was exactly what I wanted. “Still asleep, sleeping beauty?” The stranger whispered in my ear, setting a vibration that traveled down my spine. I felt his cock hard against my thigh. As he positioned himself in front of me, I felt his precum smearing along the front of my now drenched panties. Nonethess, the illusion that he was taking me while I was being helpless, made my pussy throb with anticipation.

Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty

Next, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Splitting me open, while I was pretending to be still. However, the fullness jolted me closer to consciousness. I couldn’t help it; a sharp gasp escaped. Followed by the arch of my back. Neverthess, I stubbornly kept my eyes shut. He stopped as his cock was buried deep inside of me. Without a doubt, he could feel me involuntarily spasming around him. His dick became a metronome designed to rouse his now sleeping beauty.

My eyes cracked open, and, blurry-eyed, I witnessed his silhouette kneeling between my legs. Subsequently, his cock was glistening with my juice. His strong hands gripped my waist so hard, I was certain I would be bruised. “Hey, I can’t go through with this if you’re out.” He managed to say, even though his cock would not agree. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. I rotated my hips to meet his thrust. “Keep going, I was dreaming about you.”

I could hear him grin, predatory and tender all at once. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.” He said as he softly bit my shoulder. This is what I always wanted, for my body to be his to command. Soft and moldable. However, my cunt was awake and starving. Finally, he flipped me over, his hand on my mouth as I drifted back asleep.

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