~ Alarm Clocks and Wake Up Calls ~
by Jude



Disclaimers: Hmmm?Language? There might be foul language. I haven't decided yet. I'm writing the disclaimer before I write the story. Sex? Yes, please! Oh wait?you don't need to know that I'm desperate. Yes, there will be sex, just how graphic, I'm not entirely sure yet, and yes it is between two women. Violence? I think an alarm clock will die a painful death in this story. So there you have it. This is my first attempt at a PWP. Try not to laugh. My fragile ego thanks you. Oh, direct feedback to jude_madison@hotmail.com Please put the title of the story in the subject line, otherwise I might think you are trying to sell me foot powder for blue aliens.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Pllpth gak flukpth, sptiith" spat the woman as she rolled over wildly flailing her long arms trying to find the demon that dared to disturb her beauty sleep. Her mouth felt dry as if she'd been sucking on cotton the entire night. Oh wait, she had been she quickly realized as she tried to spit a corner of the yellow pillowcase out of her mouth. She managed to raise herself up on one arm and reached out with her fist, alternately pounding on the bed and the little nightstand in an effort to find the monster from hell.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

With one last-ditch effort, she heaved herself in a sitting position, opened her eyes, and took dead aim at the alarm clock. "Die! Die! You bastard!" she shrieked as she continually pounded the hell out of it.

SILENCE

Mmmmmm?she flopped back down on the bed after straightening out her tank top that had managed to corkscrew up her lean waist as she meted out justice to the insane piece of now broken plastic and whirly gadget thingies. She snuggled back under the covers, rolling over on her back. She wiped her dark brown hair out of her face and closed her brown eyes, readying herself to meet her lover Morpheus.

She stretched languidly, showing off taught muscles and tanned skin. She kicked off the blankets and lay quietly in the room in white tank top and panties. She felt herself drift along further away from the honking cars outside her window and cursing pedestrians.

This is the sex part for all of you who skipped to this point.
I should be drinking while I write this. It would be easier.

Her breath hitched slightly as she felt the first tendrils of warmth skitter across her nerves. She parted her lips slowly, flicking her tongue out to wet them as she sank deeper into the mattress. She felt the phantom wisps of fingers trail up and down, over and across her hips, and a current of warm air blow through the little hairs on her belly. She felt the first curl of arousal simmer low in her belly, sending a light pulsing heat throughout her body.

She shivered slightly and moved her arms down to the side of her waist, resting them lightly on the mattress, palms flat on the warmed sheets. She rolled her shoulders and turned her head, as she felt soft lips slowly rub up and down her neck, only to have a wet tongue sneak out and lick her salty skin.

The lips lightly sucked on the side of her neck, marking her for the world to see, and then continued their journey down across her clavicle, licking and nibbling. She moaned softly and shifted in the bed again, her lips curling up into a smile as her phantom lover lightly sucked on the skin just above her left breast. The lips continued their journey down to her left breast, placing gentle kisses all around the breast, but skipping over the turgid nipple begging to be suckled.

She groaned and arched her back, in an effort to seek more of the wet kisses. She was rewarded for her attempts, as the lips suddenly latched on her nipple. Her imaginary lover laved the nipple gently, using her tongue to push up on the underside of the nipple then sucking it hard into her mouth, rolling it between her teeth.

She rolled her head back and forth as her fingers grabbed at the mattress. She felt long slender fingers drag lightly down the sensitized skin on her arms, lightly tracing over the knuckles of her hands. The fingers entwined with hers, and then slowly pulled her arms over her head, extending them out and holding them in place. She felt a long, solid body gently come to rest on her body. She moved and groaned slightly as she parted her legs in effort to accommodate the hips that ground lightly into her pelvis.

She felt the moisture pool in her nether lips and then spill out into her panties. Her clit throbbed in time with her pulse, and she tried to close her legs in effort to quell the throb. But her legs wouldn't close, and she wiggled into the mattress in confusion as her legs fell open and then reached up to hook behind lean hips. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm?so real.

The hips ground more urgently into her as phantom fingers trailed down her sides over the slick sweat, down to her thighs to knead the flesh there. She felt the fingers wiggle their way between her thighs and push the crotch of her panties aside, only to push past her nether lips and glide up through silky heat.

The heat burned through her groin as she shuddered and moaned, bucking her hips against her phantom lover. Lips fastened on the side of her neck and sucked urgently, scraping teeth over the tendons almost breaking the skin. The fingers moved insistently over her distended clit, rubbing it gently. Three fingers slipped into her wet canal, pushing past the wet muscle to be enveloped by liquid heat. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her hips down on the fingers, impaling herself further as they stroked in and out of her. The fingers sped up, plunging in and out as the thumb worked around to massage her clit.

She felt it build way down deep in her muscles as her nerves zinged. The heat formed into a ball of fire concentrated solely on the feeling of the fingers massaging her inner walls. With a harsh throb, the heat imploded and washed over her in waves, liquid drenching the fingers inside her. She arched her back and felt her muscles tighten to the inevitability of the little death. She groaned and bucked against her lover as she rode the last waves of heat and liquid.

As silky lips fastened themselves to the pulse in her neck to suck gently to the beat, she whimpered and murmured under her breath. She sighed. Now this is my kind of dream. Thank you, Morpheus!

One last shiver skipped down her spine, and she smiled gently, her eyes still closed. She snuggled into the mattress a bit more and reveled in the warm cocoon that enveloped her in gentle arms. She slowly, languidly opened her eyes to meet laughing blue.

"Good morning, baby. I see you destroyed the alarm clock. That is the fifth one this month, sweetie," the woman murmured as she leaned over and lightly rubbed her lips across her sleeping beauty's cheek.

"Mmmmmm, you can be my alarm clock from now on. I like your wake up calls."


The End. Sooooo?how did I do? Any comments on my technique? Lol.




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