A Dream Made Real #MasturbationMonday

My finger swirled across my clit – fat, swollen, thick, soaking wet. Curling toes, arched back, whimpering. Every second, the pleasure burned a little more. I was close. So fucking close.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!” I screeched.

“Please? Please? Oh, God, please?” I begged.

I couldn’t stop touching myself if I’d wanted to in that moment. Rhythmic circles, heart pounding pleasure, the orgasm barrelled down on me –

My eyes flew open. The bedroom was dark, middle of the night still. Taking a mental calculation, I realized I was pressed into Daddy’s back, my hands no where near my pussy. What the hell had I been dreaming? And why did I feel like I might explode now that I was awake?

I eased myself away from him, terrified of accidentally coming without permission. He’s an understanding man, but no matter how sexy it sounds, climaxing after a dream, in the middle of the night, while the world sleeps is a little off-putting. I tossed and turned for a few moments, clenching my thighs together before falling back asleep.

The next morning…

“Daddy, I have got to tell you about my dream!” I explained how I woke up, and my confusion at being so close to orgasm without touching myself.

He chuckled. At me? At my dilemma? At the idea of his babygirl squirming while he slept? He never said, and I didn’t ask.

I laid on my back, naked, legs spread, idly stroking my pussy while we spoke.

He slipped cold fingers along my slit. My back arched. I hissed with pleasure and pain. Pinning me to the bed with one hand, he used the other to torture my still sensitive clit.

“Please? Please Daddy? Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, please can I come? PleasecanIcome? Oh gooooooooooooooooood!”

“Come for me, girl.”

I exploded, thrashing against the sheets. His hand covered my mouth even as he continued to stroke and coax out the second orgasm. I twisted and turned, clamping my thighs over his hand. He continued. One more.

Pulling away, he stroked my hair as a I mumbled a, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Another chuckle. “You’re welcome, babygirl. Maybe you should have dreams like that more often.”

Maybe so.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! They were quick and dirty, but damn, they were delicious orgasms this weekend. Clearly, my mind knew something my body hadn’t been thinking about. Okay, y’all, go forth and read more smutty goodness from the other authors and bloggers this week. You know you want to. Rawr!