Mr. Sandman

The restless nights were about to go in to the double digits. Each night she followed her evening routine of house chores, a bubble bath, and a glass of red wine, meditation, and finally bed. Nevertheless, a combination of boredom, loneliness, and desire created a case of insomnia that seemed insurmountable. She had no problem being alone, she loved herself and reveled in the comfort of knowing she did not have to be alone if did not want to. Despite her desire, the willingness to let someone new in was a headache she hoped to avoid at all costs. However, these nights were growing in frequency. She changed her routine, exercised later, and even pleasured herself in to submission, but nothing gave her the sleep she truly desired. Until one day, the Sandman paid her a visit.

The first night she met him, she was home, fresh out of the bathtub. She smelled like Japanese cherry blossoms and her skin glistened from the moisturizer with the same name. She wore a pair of loose fitting sweats, a wife beater with no bra, a vintage satin head wrap, and a pair of designer glasses. Not expecting company, or wanting to impress anyone this is how she has dressed for bed. Her nipples were hard from the change in temperature from the hot bath to the air-conditioned bedroom. The tingling from her nipples ran down her torso between her legs. She propped herself up on the bed and put her hands in her sweats. Being panty-less made it that much easier to touch herself. She used her left hand to pinch her nipple while her right hand moved her clit in a circular motion. Her pussy throbs; she dips her fingers in and uses the wetness to glide them across her clit. Faster, faster, until "ahhh" she screams out. Though she made herself cum, she is not sleepy. "Another sleepless night I guess" she exclaims. "Was that enough?" A deep voice from the corner of the room said. "Who's there!?" She shouted. "A friend, but I asked you a question, was that enough?" A tall dark skinned man stated as he stepped in to the light of the nearby window. Normally she would have been scared out of her mind, but something was telling her she was fine. Truth of the matter is, he was fine, just the type of man she liked, but why was he here? How did he get in her house? Why aren't I scared? Her mind was racing…but everything seemed to come together when he took her hand. “I asked was that enough? You never answered me beautiful”. She finally answered “No”. He pulled her up, then towards his body. With her breasts pressed against his chest, he reaches down and cuffs her ass cheeks, lifting her up in to the air. She wraps her long legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. He begins to lick and suck on her neck; the warmth of his tongue and lips sends waves through her entire body. He lays her down on the bed and begins tracing the contours of her collarbone. The tip of his tongue slides down her sternum. He takes the time to caress, kiss, lick, and suck on each breast. He gently nibbles her nipples causing goose bumps to rise on her areolae.

He turns her over on her stomach and slowly pulls her sweats down. Kissing the small of her back, and then biting the top of her ass crack. He follows the sweats as they move down the back of her long legs. Only stopping to suck on the back of her knees. It felt good but she could not stop herself from laughing. "That tickles?" He asked while pulling her hips toward him. "Yes it doe..ohhhhh!". Before she could give her answer, he had begun sucking on her pussy. Lapping at her clit with his tongue, then sucking her entire pussy. Her body shuttered and she wants to collapse back down on the bed, but his strong hands would not allow her to fall. She reaches back and puts a hand on his smooth baldhead. His head moves as if he's listening to his favorite R&B song. Her juices run down his chin as she begins to cream. She wants to cum but doesn't want it to stop. "Let go" he says with his face buried in her pussy. "Let it go", his voice travels in to her pussy and seems to stop in chest "OH SHIIIIT!" She came hard, trying to get away from his tongue. He keeps her in place, but allows her to sink to her stomach. He spreads her ass, and runs his tongue up the crack. "ooooh, I don't like anything anal so please don't waste your time" she says looking back at him. He smiles then slowly dips his tongue in her asshole. She immediately grips the sheets and knocks three pillows off the bed. He lets her cheeks go and allows them to surround his face. He holds her hips and ravenously eats her ass. With his tongue in her asshole, and his hand reaching around playing with clit she's ready to cum again, but he stops. "I thought u didn't like ass play?" He said sarcastically. "I thought so too" she replied as she finally exhales. "I want u to cum on my dick" he said. He lays his body on top of hers and slides in to her wet pussy. The walls of her pink matter flex as his dick throbs inside of her. She can feel every inch, every vein, and every stroke. As he begins to build momentum, the head of his dick hits the back walls of her pussy. "Is that the end?" he asks while flattening her butt cheeks against his pelvis. She cries out "YES! I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again, Oh...My...God!" He coaches her "cum on this dick, cum for me". She collapses in to a pillow falling fast asleep.

Her alarm goes off the same time it does every day. She awakes in the same position she fell asleep in. Her sweats were still on, and drool had dried on her face. This was clearly the best sleep she's had in weeks. Was it all a dream? Did any of that even happen? She sits up and finds a note on her nightstand. She picks it up and it read, "This dream was brought to you for free...Mr. Sandman".  She laughed and couldn't find a reason to stop smiling ALL day. Last night was real...insomnia had been cured. The End, sweet dreams!