I’m lying on my stomach in a bed that is so soft that I might as well be on a cloud. I’m naked and quivering, a sheen of sweat thin as spiders silk envelopes my body. The early-evening breeze makes my nipples pucker into hard knots under an alabaster Egyptian cotton sheet. My mind is foggy, I want to open my eyes but sleep still wants to keep me under. I sigh contentedly, and roll onto my back to feel the open breeze on my cheeks.

That’s when I feel the bed shift. I open my eyes, and there you are. Your ivory skin doesn’t shine; it glows in the light of the rising moon. Your hair cascades down your back like a shawl of raven feathers, framing your sharp, angular face. Your luscious body is as bare as mine, the sight of it makes my mouth water ravenously. Suddenly my heart begins to race, and my skin feels hot. I squirm under the sheet and find that I am wet and throbbing. Before I can speak, you brush the sheet off of my body and spread my legs. I reach for your hands as you delve into the most private part of myself, and open my soul to a world of pleasure and passion. Your tongue is a serpent circling my clitoris, bringing me higher and higher to the rim. My hips are grinding as you work your tongue deeper, lashing my clitoris and wringing every shudder out of my body that you can. You trade your mouth for long, supple fingers, working two of them deep inside of me as I bring you up for a kiss. Our breasts brush against each other, our nipples stiff but still soft. I can’t help but sample a taste of yours. I circle them with the tip of my tongue, relishing the soft gasps I manage to coax out of your silky throat. As you begin to viciously fuck me with those amazing fingers, I wrap my arms around you for a passionate kiss. You are soft and sweet, but you have no fear of taking control of me. I surrender to you, begging you to take me harder... deeper... again with your tongue, again and again until I collapse.

I wake soaked in sweat, a terrible ache between my legs, and my heart pounding. The need is so intense that I can do nothing else until I strip under the covers, delve two fingers into the source of this insane craving, and bring myself to release, finally free.