Write more 18+ NSFW

The heat was high and sleep was evading her. She lay naked on top of the sheets, beads of sweat tracing lines all over her body as she tossed and turned trying to get comfortable.

At an unknown time, late into the evening, a cool breeze ruffled the curtains and brushed across her back. A mysterious hand, cold to the touch, began to what seemed like writing unknown words all over her.

Moving to see who it was that had entered her room, was touching her body, suddenly brought an abrupt ending to the pleasurable sensation. Burying her head back into the pillow, she called out “Please, write more.”

The sensation returned, and began to focus upon the backs of her legs. She moaned in approval, widening them almost instinctively. The cold fingered touch began to trace along the length of her vagina, tingling her clit in the process. She shivered involuntarily as an early orgasm flushed over her.

As morning arrived, a recollection of the night before invaded her thoughts. Had there been a man in her room? Or was it just some wild dream brought on by the heat? Regardless, her sheets were soaking wet and smelled of sex.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown