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Sleeping Pill

I always have trouble falling asleep. Always. I toss, I turn, but I don’t sleep. I don’t know why, maybe I’m just not tired enough. So I always have to tucker myself out. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out how I do it. I roll onto my back, let my legs spread themselves a bit. And then I think. Sometimes it’s the guy I had a huge thing for in high school. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelligent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start to grace over my nipples over my shirt. My fingers just lightly feather over the little nubs as they become hard. I walk into his office. He glances at me over his book. He arches an eyebrow and starts reading, “I can’t help myself from running a finger over their rims until a light aw echoes into the room.” I circle my nipples in real life, picturing his voice as deep, thick and warm. I picture him curling his finger at me and I walk up to his desk. He shoots a glance at the desk and I make my way on top of it, my legs on either side of him. He puts the book to the side. He slides his hands up my calves then up the outer edge of my thighs. In the fantasy I’m in a skirt. He pulls my panties down and I bend my legs so ...

... he can fully take them off. In real life, I slide my panties down and off my legs. I bend my legs and spread them wide. My hand moves slowly down my stomach. He pushes my skirt back and spreads my legs. He pushes me back softly so I’m lying on his desk. In my fantasy I feel him breathing on my pussy, blowing softly on it. He likes to watch it open for him, so he lets it. In real life I flutter my fingers over my vulva, feeling it slowly open. He licks from the bottom up, as my finger mimics in real life. Then I swirl around my clit, imagining that my finger is his tongue. He swirls his tongue around my clit slowly, gently. Then he starts back from the bottom, curling upwards slowly, making sure I feel every single sensation as he makes his way up. He’s attentive that way. He does this one more time then flicks his tongue on the underside of my clit, listening to the way my moans match up with his movements. My moans become raspy, choppy. He goes back to slowly circling my clit, changing directions when he can feel himself wanting to speed up. Then he starts back from the bottom this time going just a little faster and flicking at the end instead of circling. In real life my moans are breathy and hushed. I don’t want to wake anyone up lest they find me in such a position. My face is where you see the pleasure, my eyes shut hard and my teeth are bared when it gets really good. Sometimes, my bottom lip suffers between my teeth to keep me from making too loud a sound. He starts ...