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A warm peacefulness that you have never known washes over you.  You sink into the bliss for a moment; all anger and hatred forgotten, wishing Aunty Bella was there to hold you and whisper to you in the night.  You fall into a deep and restful sleep.  You don’t remember your dreams, but they were happy ones.
A warm peacefulness that you have never known washes over you.  You sink into the bliss for a moment; all anger and hatred forgotten, wishing Aunty Bella was there to hold you and whisper to you in the night.  You fall into a deep and restful sleep.  You don’t remember your dreams, but they were happy ones.
Do you wake in the night? Do you dream?
*[[TLH/Bedroom/Wake in the Night|You wake in the night]]
*[[TLH/Bedroom/Nice Dream|Nice Dream]]
*[[TLH/Bedroom/Bad Dream|Bad Dream]]


When you wake up the next morning who wakes up first?
When you wake up the next morning who wakes up first?

Revision as of 23:43, 12 January 2023

When Bella saw you and started to kiss you, why didn’t you kiss her back? It would have been the perfect opportunity to manipulate her, and it would have been really, really nice. The thought of kissing Bella is delicious to you.

You can’t remember the last time your nipples felt this sensitive. You eagerly reach down between your legs, knowing that you need to satisfy your lust with the throbbing pleasure of a powerful orgasm. You are not surprised to find that you are already soaking wet. Since staring puberty you’ve found that you need this pleasure more and more, as your vagina is developing an insatiable hunger for sex.

You pull the covers down to watch yourself as you rub your lips and clitoris. All plans and schemes are driven out of your head as you fantasise about kissing Bella, your tongue intertwined with hers, the feeling of her body against yours. Her eyes, her breasts…

You wish she was here with you. You wish Bella was lying on the bed next to you, touching her nipples and touching her clit like you are. You find that you're not just aroused, you're obsessed. You want her. You need her. You crave her. You fantasize about her. You want to see her again. You feel the familiar tingle building between your legs, and notice that you are getting even more wet and aroused. You don't care.

She has to be yours.

You focus on your clit and slide your wet fingers either side of it with increasing fervour. It always helps you to get to sleep, and it wouldn't be the first time you fantasised about Aunty Bella. The time you saw her in the bath! It makes your clitoris throb just remembering it! You start to rub your clit more frantically, imagining that Aunt Bella is doing the same thing, rubbing her clit as she thinks of you. You picture her in her huge mansion, lying naked on her bed, caressing her breasts and pussy, and showing you how to touch yourself, teaching you the secret to making your nipples hard, your clit tingly, and your orgasm explosive. You can almost hear her voice, whispering in your ear. "Come with me, my love."

You slip the fingers of your other hand inside yourself and soon you are moaning with pleasure. You orgasm hard, your cunt clenching your fingers as you cum and cum.

A warm peacefulness that you have never known washes over you. You sink into the bliss for a moment; all anger and hatred forgotten, wishing Aunty Bella was there to hold you and whisper to you in the night. You fall into a deep and restful sleep. You don’t remember your dreams, but they were happy ones.

Do you wake in the night? Do you dream?

When you wake up the next morning who wakes up first?