Drenched Awakening🐰💦

Alice stirred awake from a deep slumber, her eyes still heavy from the floating dreams that she had. Peeking from underneath heavy curtains, the royal violet, russet, and rich rose reds of the sunset sky paint the floor with a rich evening palette. Even though it was beautiful, it was still a terrible start to the evening. She felt groggy from the gravity of her nap, and having the will to rise wasn’t easy to muster itself.

Her senses came to life as she became aware of her own body. She tossed off the covers, reveling in the feeling of her naked skin against the sheets. The familiar dampness between her legs confirmed what she already knew - every morning, without fail, she awoke with desire coursing through her body. With a wicked grin, Alice dipped a finger into her sweetness and savored the taste on her tongue. It was pure ecstasy, this secret ritual that only she knew about. Her fingers danced over her sensitized skin, each touch sending shivers down her spine. As she moaned and writhed in pleasure, she couldn't help but wonder if anyone else could feel the fire burning inside of her.

Alice explored her body each night with increasing daring. She used toys and her fingers, relishing being in control. She found deep satisfaction within herself, drifting off to sleep each night with a satisfied smile knowing she didn't need anyone else for happiness.

That’s what her memory would tell her.

In the quiet of the night, with only the sound of her breathing and the soft rustle of sheets to keep her company, she reached for release. Her hand moved instinctively, seeking out the familiar motions that would bring her comfort and relaxation. She couldn’t help but wish, however, that there was someone else there to share these sensations with her. Someone whose touch would set her ablaze in ways even her best lovers couldn’t compete with.

There wasn’t anyone, just the silence of the evening.

“Very well then, I’ll make my own.” She remarked to herself. “At least for tonight.”

Alice’s thoughts drifted to a faceless lover, features slowly painted in the canvas of her mind, as her fingers moved over to her heated flesh, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. In her mind, this lover was tall, with a wild mane, and deep eyes that she could drown in. His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Was it someone that she knew from before? She shook her head off the question as she continued to paint the portrait of her lover tonight in her mind.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice held a mellow tenor, that made her feel even more hot and bothered from the thought alone.

“The same thing I do every night with myself, lover. Joining in this fantasy.” She responded, her voice husky with need. Her hand moved in tandem with the phantom touches she imagined.

In her mind’s eye, her lover smirked at her answer, his gaze filled with heat and desire. “I see.” His hands reached for her wrists, guiding them upwards and away from her heated skin. “Tonight, I’ll be taking charge.”

Alice gasped wordlessly, the loss of physical contact making a whimper escape her parched lips. “But...”

“No buts, my love.” Her lover purred, his breath fanning against her earlobe. “Tonight, I’ll show you what it’s like to be completely mine.” His fingers - smooth and warm - began to trace the outline of her spine until they reached its base, where they dipped below the curve of her waistband and began to tease at the sensitive fold between her thighs.

The hand moved between her legs, and Alice’s breath quickened as she feared that she couldn’t hold back the pleasure from this mysterious fur’s touch. His lower hand gently caressed her space, as the other hand moved to firmly secure hers in place. A soft furry palm that was strong as iron held her tightly, as the other hand explored the tip of her pleasure. That hand stroked her most intimate area while a thick tongue extended and caressed every part of her bosom, lingering on her sensitive nipples and tracing its way to her mouth, nose, ears, and forehead. Alice was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through her body; She desperately wanted to complete what she had begun earlier with that hand, but couldn't do so without a free hand.

Without speaking, her thoughts were answered as a delicate touch, almost too gentle to finger, wrapped around the tip of her clit and slid down towards her entrance. The fingers moved up and down, causing a deliciously agonizing sensation in her hypersensitive pussy. She couldn't resist thrusting her hips upwards, desperate for more stimulation from the surrounding fur, but then the fingers slipped inside and strong arms held her down.

Simultaneously, a few more strokes caressed her pulsing lips in a random pattern, sometimes in unison and sometimes going in opposite directions. Two fingers joined in, gently massaging her lips before firm hands returned to her inner thighs. Alice was consumed by a red haze of desire, forgetting all about her initial unease as she surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Suddenly, the furry fingers slipped inside her and began stroking upwards with greater force. Each touch at the tip felt like it vanished only to repeat, creating a sensation akin to a sucking machine. Overwhelmed, Alice let out a deep sigh, clenched her teeth, and braced herself for the explosive release of an orgasm.

Just as Alice was approaching the critical point of her pleasure, the motion on her clit abruptly stopped. The intense throbbing in her veins and heart only increased as her skin rubbed against the now-still fur. But even as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, the soft insistent rubbing on her pussy and nipples persisted, keeping her suspended in a state of heightened desire.

Each time she thought she couldn't take anymore, the sensation would lead her to the edge, some part of the movement would stop, and she would sink back from the plateau of arousal. The loud cries escaping from her lips were almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. Yet still, the relentless stimulation continued.

Rivulets of fluid poured out from her core. They were immediately absorbed by the hand waiting that continued its stroke in the same direction, skimming over her sensitive spots and sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, her entire being focused on her throbbing pussy.

"Don't stop! Fuck sake... Please don't stop!" she begged in a frenzy, squirming on the bed despite being held down.

The fur teased and taunted every inch of her body, igniting a fire within as a skilled tongue lapped at her sensitive nipples. Another hand roamed between her legs, relentless in their pursuit to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. With each stroke of a single finger on her clit, she felt herself teetering closer and closer towards the edge. Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, the pleasure abruptly stopped, leaving her gasping for air and clinging desperately to the remnants of her shattered self.

However, in an explosion of sensation, the hand began again. Her body convulsed and writhed with an intensity she had never known before. Her lover's touch was unrelenting, pushing her further and further into a state of pure bliss until she thought she would break from the overwhelming pleasure. As she soared higher and higher, her body released streams of vivid energy and guttural moans escaped from her trembling lips.

The orgasm itself was powerful from her involuntary spasms from her body, it filled her vision with color and stars, sending a euphoric quake through the woman’s small frame. So much so that the bed would tremor with every convulsion coming from her limbs, the pleasure itself was extraordinary in its delivery that it would pull her into a different space. She imagined gazing over her lover’s eyes, with a sparkle in her own. However, the weight of the dreamer’s hands disappeared, leaving behind a void that seemed to swallow her whole. And yet, even in the aftermath of such intense pleasure, she couldn't help but crave more, longing for the unattainable high that only he could provide. 

Alice’s head swam with dizziness and her body felt heavy and drained as she snapped awake from her slumber. She reached out blindly towards the space where her lover had been lying, but her hand only grasped empty air. Longing rose in her chest as she searched the dimly lit room, from any sense of them, but all she found was an emptiness that echoed in her heart. The sheets were cold, and rumpled, an imagined warmth still lingered from their shared body heat. Her mind imagined smelling their fur together, a transparent odor that hung in the air, a quiet reminder of the passion that now felt like a distant dream. The softness of her bed cover at least was comforting against her skin, but as she became more aware, she realized it was coated in her fluids. A private wave of pleasure washed over her again as the last throbs and spurts of her orgasm remained in her body. With a wistful smile on her face, she hugged the furry blanket tighter, wishing for the return of the dream lover who had given her the most intense and pleasurable experience without any physical touch. She closed her eyes, hoping with all her might that the being would visit her once more before morning came.