Its been some time since i was last given permission to orgasm. I am certain if i had asked for permission it would have been granted, but i still have problems asking for things for me, and would rather wait for Bear and i to be together to have my satisfaction.
Years of unsatisfactory orgams and masturbation have made me appreciate what fantastic climax's Bear gives me, so be be totally honest, i would rather not have one than have one that he hasnt either given me himself or directed me towards on the phone or by cyber.
The other night i had a restless night, i was feeling particularly horny having recieved "special time" and spent about 90 minutes pleasuring Bear in some new and horny ways.
I struggled to fall asleep, my body ached to be touched, to be explored, to be caressed... and to be held on that plateau of excitement that i remember so vividly.
As i drifted, i thought about some of the times we had, or more truthfully, remembered some of the orgasms i had had ! I remembered the time he circled his finger on my button and my legs twitched, and how it took a few seconds for me to realise it was his finger causing that reaction. I remembered how his tongue felt as it was drawn up my swollen clit, how horny i got when we played pleasure and pain in the car park one time.
I dreamt that night, a wonderful dream, that Bear and i met after work, we walked for a while and talked, holding hands and laughing as we wandered along the river bank, as we approached a bridge, Bear held my hand tighter and guided me underneath one of the arches, and pressed me against the brickwork. His hand was inside my t shirt with in minutes, his fingers exploring my breasts eagerly, my nipples erect quickly as the warmth of his touch spread across my breasts.
I dreamt i was kissing him, hard, and long, my lips and his pressing against each other... as his other hand wormed its way between the waistband of my trousers and my stomach, then between my knickers and my flesh.. straight onto my wetness, he finger slid back and forth, swift tender movements that excited but didnt satisfy.. if anything they just kept me horny.
I dreamt that his kisses got more passionate, his hand on my breast more insistant as it twisted and pulled at my nipple, his finger more evasive as it rubbed backwards and forwards at the edge of my clit.. somehow avoiding touching the exact part i wanted it to touch.
I glanced over his shoulder in my dream, checking for people walking by, as i panted and gasped at his touch, my legs like jelly as i climbed mount erotic, and wandered aimlessly just below the summit looking for the final peak that i couldnt quit find, that he wouldnt take me too.
He whispered in my ear, that i was his, that i belonged to him... words that made me melt. In my dream he whispered them in a warning tone, a tone that told me not to dare cum; so i fought my desire, although i needed have, because there was no way he would allow my release so easily.
He pinched my nipple and laughed as i gasped, he pressed at my button, and smiled as i moaned. He increased the pressure, increased the speed, breezed over my tip and whispered some more... this dream was not ending
I was horny, and wet, and wanton that night, as he invaded my sleep.
He pushed his knee between my legs, and pushed his hand in deeper, teasing my entrance as he kissed me to silence the cry that arose at the pinch of my nipple. I love it when he does that, makes me cry out or moan, but stifles it with his cock or his mouth.
"whos is this nipple" he whispers in my ear, then pinches and kisses me stopping my answer, i dont need to answer, we both know the answer.
"whos is this pussy" he whispers as his finger circles the opening, and he kisses me once more, his tongue flashing against my lips in mock torment.
my orgasm is so close, yet so far away, he knows exactly how to excite me, exactly how to thrill me, but he is equally adept at holding my orgasm at bay.
My dream ended ... as it began.... no orgasm, no climax, no release.
It seems that even in my dreams, i need his permission
