I love watching you sleep.

Like a lioness in repose. 

Gently, quietly, I pull the sheet aside, and for a moment I can’t even breathe. I see the exquisite form of goddess before my eyes. Every time, your beauty takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time.

Such contentment and peace, yet also such strength contained in your sleeping form. I put my hand to my own pussy and rub, remembering the ferocity of your strap-on assault on it last night. I am still so wet just from the recollection of it.

You are on your back, with your legs, hips, and head all slightly twisted to your left. I watch your chest rising and falling—just barely perceptibly—with each inhale and exhale as you sleep.

(Unconsciously, my left hand finds its way to my breast. It too is rising and falling, but more heavily as my own breathing quickens.)

With the early morning sunlight starting to peak in around the borders of the curtains you picked out, I can survey your impossibly beautiful body. Starting to the foot of our bed, I see you have such cute, delicious toes. Nails painted pink. You know my weakness. A big part of me wants to attack those delicious toes right now, but this is not the time…

(My fingers now penetrating my own pussy. And I am struggling to keep from whimpering out loud, from making any sound that would destroy your precious sleep.)

Next, I see your bare legs and that utterly divinely beautiful line formed by your flared hips. So perfectly shaped. Slender and sleek, but also so powerful. Those legs and those hips that you used to drive that massive she-cock of yours over and over and over again into my helpless, battered pussy. 

(I am shuddering afresh at the memory. And a little sore, too, but not sore enough to keep me from fingering myself.)

My mind takes me back to last night. Your she-cock so impossibly big, my pussy so delicate and tight. But you forced it in by sheer brute strength. No matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I begged, you drove it deep into me over and over and over, knowing full well what I needed. 

(My fingers are franticly fucking away now inside my tender pussy, while with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple. The memories are still so vivid and motivational.) 

I recall how forcefully, mercilessly, brutally you pounded my defenseless pussy. And despite the pain, despite the humiliation of my “collar”, despite the cruel pulling of my precious red hair, you made me cum. You forced me to cum. I couldn’t have resisted you if I had wanted to. 

(Silently I move to straddle your gorgeous body. Still pleasuring myself with vigor—awash in the sights, sounds, and sensations of last night.)

But I had no resistance.

You made me cum. I mean CUM, baby. I came so hard! Like I am about to do again right now.

I came so hard because I felt you fucking me powerfully, yes, but I also because I felt you loving me, even more powerfully. Giving me what I needed. Using all your prodigious strength all for ME! Meeting me where I was.

Even now the simple memory of it has me so close to cumming again. So painfully close. 

You should see me, baby, wantonly fucking myself right above you. My left nipple pulled and distended. My aching cunt hovering just inches over yours. As I fuck myself and remember until I…

Explode in ecstasy all over again!

I clasp my free hand to my mouth to muffle the squeals as I squirt so prodigiously, juices washing over your sleeping pussy. 

For a moment I am lost—entirely gone out of space and time. After who knows how long, I regain awareness. Looking down I see your eyes start to flutter open, your sleep giving way to wakefulness.

And I can’t restrain my biggest, brightest smile.

Good morning, lover…