Soft Sleepy Submission

A piece about waking up horny, and still a little tired...

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You woke to the sound of the breeze hitting your bedroom window, and rolled over, your arm draping over your partner, who stirred. “He-hey babe. What time is it?” They asked.

Your eyes were closed, and you didn’t immediately respond, past a soft grumble.

They sat up, and you heard them stretch, yawning gently. You opened one eye, as your arm slid off them, and onto the bed. They took a moment to look around, at the clock on the wall, at the window, where light passed under the bottom of the blinds, and then at you.

They lay back down, pulling you into them. Their closeness felt soft, reassuring, in your sleepy state. The heat of their body felt good to cuddle in close to. Their arm traced down your back, before slipping under your top, and coming back up, gliding up your spine.

They seemed to be absent mindedly and gently tickling, but they kept on just grazing that sensitive area of skin, in the small of your back. You bit back gasps, your mind was too exhausted for arousal right now. Though you were beginning to wonder if it was accidental.

A single finger went over that area, and again. Not enough to elicit a reaction, but enough to make tingles spread over your body. You could feel your breath quicken, as they kept lightly touching you. Before long, you were grinding your hips, softly into their leg.

After a moment, they stopped stroking your back. “Yes, sweet pea? Do you want something?”

Their question hung in the air. You did now. You wanted them. You wanted to fuck, to bang, to make early morning love. But your mind felt slow. Tired.

You looked at the clock on the wall. Nine O’clock. On a Saturday. It was too early for this. You wrapped your arms around them and huffed moodily at their teasing.

They laughed at your response. “No, no, you did seem to be enjoying that. Come on, say it.”

You rolled their eyes, and softly thrust your hips again. Speaking was too much effort right now. But their hand gently came to your chin, and lifted it so you were looking up at them, from their chest. “Come on darling. Use your words. Tell me you were enjoying me teasing you.”

You squirmed your body, but they did not let your chin go. Eventually, you spoke, softly. “Ah, yes. I did. I was. It felt nice.” As their hand let go of your chin, and went to stroke through your hair, you nuzzled back into their chest. The arousal was still there.

It mixed with the sleepiness, the submissive feelings that they were making you feel. Your thoughts felt a little fluffy, and as they stroked your hair, that feeling did not decrease. “It’s okay, toy. You can focus on that pleasure. On that arousal for me, can’t you?”

You could. So easily. “And you can feel how sleepy your mind is, can’t you?” You nodded, softly. “Good toy. So you can sink into those feelings for me. Those sleepy, submissive, aroused feelings, right?” Another nod from you. “Good, let’s play with that for a while, shall we?”