Waves, what wet dreams are made of!

So, my submission is a little late and I apologize for that! It was National Masturbation Month when I originally wanted to submit so, I thought it only fitting to submit a story about one of the most intense self love sessions I’d ever had.

One night, I found myself tossing and turning. My body was so restless and no matter how I moved, repositioned, or spread out I couldn’t fall into a deep sleep. My mind was racing and eventually I settled into what about. Earlier that night, I received a text that made me a little antsy. An old play partner of mine reached out and wanted to know if I was interested in doing some platonic collaborative work together. I know, I know. Why in the world would collaboration have me up at 3am? Well, for one, I’m an entrepreneur so some of the wettest creative juices come flowing in the middle of the night. But tonight, these weren’t creative juices, they were, well, just juices. But umm, back to the collaboration. So this play partner - I hadn’t talked to, seen, or played with him in months. We ended kind of rocky, simply in different spaces in life and not aligned with each other's needs. So I didn’t think that we’d ever really connect again. He was a first in many things for me. My first BDSM experience with a person I didn’t have to “build”, the first person for me to experience exhibitionism with, and I can’t count how many new kinks we explored together. That said, when I saw his name pop up on my phone, a little tingle inside of me happened and apparently that tingle was not one to be dismissed.

3am, in my king size bed, I am tossing and turning. My legs feel restless and well, my pussy is wet. I know all my usual tricks to get myself to settle into slumber: grab a glass of water, tinkle, diaphragmatic breathing, or….cummies! But here’s the thing - I didn’t feel awake. You know that sleep the night before something big, like maybe the first day of school when you were a kid? And you maybe thought you were up all night but when your alarm went off in the morning, sure enough you were asleep. Just a restless, hazy sleep.

I don’t remember how I got there, but before I knew it I had my vibrator on my clit in my usual “I’m tired” masturbation position which is just me on my back with my legs spread and my hands between my thighs. I tried that, and my body was begging me for more. I didn’t mention this earlier, but this old play partner of mine, he is absolutely the most well endowed man I’ve ever experienced and that wasn’t even his best “trick” so to speak. It was as if my body was yearning for him, for the fill of him.

So I flipped myself over to my tummy, with my face in the covers, my ass in the air, and a pillow placed between my knees. This pillow - it was my support. It allowed me to prop my favorite glass dildo on it and push my ankles together to squeeze the pillow, and in turn the toy, in place. I kept my vibrator on my clit and slowly rocked forward and backwards on the glass. Allowing myself to take all of the toy in, feel the curve that pressed against my g-spot, and indulge myself with the ridges and bulges of the design.

My breathing matched that of my usual diaphragmatic meditation, slowly in two, three, four and out two, three, four. Every count in I could feel my pussy tighten around the glass, gripping it. Every count out felt like a release that I needed just for a moment before I allowed myself the pleasure of another deep breath in. Even more crazy - I felt like I was sitting across my bed, watching myself. Watching me ride the waves of pleasure as they came crashing over me like waves meeting the shore. I watched my toes curl with every rise and fall of my body over my toy. Watched what looked as if someone had to be holding their hand to the back of my neck because my face was so far down in the sheets I could barely breathe - but I smiled knowing how much of a good girl I thought I was being and how the simple thought of that was adding to the pleasure she, well me, was getting to experience.

In two, three, four. Out two, three, four. In two...three…….there was no four. Before I could make it there, the intensity swelled within me, becoming almost overwhelming. I felt my body rushing towards tensing up and as I tried to push through and continue my breath I absolutely lost it all. Suddenly, I wasn’t sitting on the bed watching this experience, I was in it. I felt jolted awake by pleasure, overwhelmed with warmth and static bliss. Although I held still on top of the glass dildo, I allowed the vibrator to stay fleshed against my clit and fought through my breathing - until I’d pushed my body through what felt like 2 or 3 orgasms.

I woke up, still with my ass in the air, my face pressed into my pillow, and sweat dripping all over my body. In the darkness of my room I reached out for my phone. 3:26. 3:26am was the first time I’d experienced an orgasm, or three, in my sleep. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t drift off every night hoping to wake up to the waves.