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The persistent roll of her left nipple

generated shivers in her sleep.   The slow pull twisted her thoughts into more intimate dreams than the ones she was being eased out of.  She became aware of an arm draped across her chest and she wriggled her bare breasts up against the source.

The resulting aggressive pinch startled her and she rolled left, effectively removing the offending fingers.  But the hand attached to those fingers was not so easily dissuaded as it cupped her right breast on its retreating passage.

She stopped mid roll… the hand was hard and calloused and the slight scratch its touch left on her skin was producing those shivers again. Relaxing onto her back, she welcomed the mildly abrasive caresses.  A purr resonated deep in her throat and carried with it a need so innate it was nearly primal.  The hand cupped more fiercely.

She felt herself being drawn forcibly from slumber, but she liked this suspended state of consciousness and didn’t want to leave it.  Her mind fought to stay asleep even as her body awakened with arousal.

Languid fingers kneaded and grasped, tongue softly teased as warm lips sucked at her, gently probing her half sleep.  Arching under the hunger shooting to her hips, she bucked and tightened her cunt against itself.

Inhaling yearning and exhaling greed she pressed into the impossible wall of flesh beside her.  It was on her in an instant, pushing with disregard between her legs.  The shaft entered her unhindered as her slippery lust engorged lips parted in welcome.  Smooth gyrations danced against her hips as the swell of sublime liberation tickled the edge of her senses.

Rasping heaves of breath, warm in her ear guided hers to harmonize.  Pungent aromas of allspice and cloves inundated her nostrils, pushing heady thoughts across the line into overwhelming and she found herself seeking to relinquish the physical limitations that bound her.

Rousing sensations swirled in her cunt then galloped through her frame crowding desperately into her mind.  Stars burst behind her lids and an imminent climax barreled over her, but the pulse of cock inside her did not diminish its fury.  It rode her crest like fingers plucking the strings of a harp.  Resonating echos of mortal obedience followed the cocks manipulations of her body to maintain the chords of her orgasm at its peak.

She moaned and writhed under its instruction only half wishing her crescendo to subside.  The intensity was staggering, but yet, she was not fully able to let it go.  She felt the begging gurgle in her throat.

“Please……” Her petition fluttered out as softly as a butterfly’s wing and disappeared as delicately as a gossamer vapor in her fragmented dream.

The Incubus reared His head and roared His consummate pleasure at the homage her body paid to His… then vanished silently into the ether.

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Because He Can

3 1/2 ounces Grey Goose Le Citron Vodka

1 ounce Limoncello

1 1/2 ounces Cranberry Juice

1/2 ounce Sour Mix

squeeze of Fresh Lime Juice

Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker.  Shake until frosted.  Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lime wedge.

Enjoy!