Chapter 1: Upon awakening
I know you are awake now, and I am thinking of you. I am imagining your body, warm and soft and drowsy. I imagine awakening next to you and caressing you as you sleep, until you open your eyes and see me there. I smile and continue teasing your nipples. You reach down and wriggle out of your bottoms as I play with your pretty breasts.
I reach down and glide my hands up and down your inner thighs, teasing you as I edge closer to your heat with each stroke. My fingers leave a trail of goose bumps on your smooth warm skin.
You part your thighs wider as my fingers get close, so close. But I stop then and smile. I pick up your hand, pull it to my lips, and push two fingers into my mouth. I lick and suck on them, my eyes never leaving yours. Then I pull your hand away and place it at the junction of your spread thighs.
"You," I whisper. "Show me."
I sit back and slide a hand into my panties as your fingers encounter your wetness.
I want you in bed, sweet slut. On your back. Don't undress. Pull and push your clothes aside so you can touch your breasts, fuck yourself, tease your clit.
Think of me awakening you with my hands on your breasts. Think of me teasing you, maybe even gathering just a bit of your wetness on my fingertips before pushing your own hand down between your legs.
Touch yourself for me now, sweet warm drowsy darling. Tease your sweet nipples, rub your pussy for me. Just fingers this time.
And whisper these words aloud:
I want you, Miss Gwen. I long to belong to you. I've exposed my tits and my pussy and I'm rubbing myself for you, showing you how I need to be touched. I'm a whore for you, Miss Gwen, your own insatiable slut. I'm fucking my wet pussy for you now, Miss Gwen, because that's what you have told me to do. I am utterly yours, and I will do whatever you say.
Keep yourself on the edge of cumming as long as you can, for two or three minutes at least.
When you are done, send me a few sentences about the experience. Tell me what you wore and how you pushed your clothing aside. Tell me what I would have seen if I had been there, standing at the foot of your bed. Tell me how it felt, how your fingers tasted in your mouth afterward, what you thought about, what you wanted.
Then stand by for instructions for Edging episode #2.
Miss Gwen,
Before I continue, I just want you to know that I will write these things in a stream of consciousness type way to keep things more...honest? So, it might not be the most eloquently written material. Nevertheless, I think it will convey things well.
Around 5:30 is when I woke up. My sleep was...restless. Last night's playing and the anticipation for today's activities really lodged themselves in my mind. My dreams were vivid, erotic. Sadly I don't remember them anymore, but I woke up with my body already aching for you, sweet Gwen. So of course, the first thing I did when I woke up was check my e-mail, where I found your messages.
I read your message two, three times to take it all in. I caught myself biting my lip as I read your words, and I closed my eyes as I pictured you there in front of me. Your gaze on my body sent shivers over my skin, and even without any touching I could feel goosebumps forming along my breasts and sides. I was wearing a nightie with matching undies, ruby colored, perhaps vermilion. Both are lacy. I pulled the nightie down a little so I could expose my breasts for you, but in order to do that comfortably I had to lower one of the straps. At this point, my breathing was heavy and irregular...
To be yours like that, so vulnerable and open. It is delicious and I could revel in the sensation for hours. Sadly, I don't have time for that, so I gave my nipples a quick tug to bring myself back to focus.
My fingers began to softly caress my skin as I explored the bumps that had formed on my breasts. Every time the tips brushed against my nipples, I could feel an immediate response inside of me as my pussy clenched and clenched. It didn't take long for me to have one hand down between my legs, and instead of pulling my undies aside, I began rubbing myself through the fabric. My excitement was clearly in a further state than I thought, because when I felt the sheets under me by accident I noticed my eagerness had run freely.
I did say those words out loud for you, again and again. I did it every time I was on the sweet edge of orgasm, so I knew that I would be there long enough for it to please you.
I kept thinking about how you were there, playing with yourself as you admired your whore. About how you might have my taste on your lips. How you have me writhe and moan with the simplest of commands. I think I spent about an hour touching myself to that thought in particular, during which I edged myself I don't even know how many times. When I finally had my fingers inside of me, I think I reached the edge within mere seconds. Oh, it was so tough to resist that sweet release! You would have loved the frustrated moans and whimpers.
Thank you for such a wonderful way to wake up!
