One of my favorite things in life is to take a nap. I find this rather funny and baffling, having a favorite hobby which is being unconscious for a period of time. It may be because I frequently do not sleep well at night, that I especially enjoy these daytime indulgences. They are a period of escape from day-to-day stresses or bigger, more complex, emotional problems. I think my favorite reason, and perhaps the most important one, is that they provide me with a physical release through sleep and my pre-nap ritual.
Some days I have time for a more detailed ritual, but today I am just going to share the less time consuming one. The best naps I have begin with a physical release of built up tensions. Yes, I am talking about masturbation. Besides sleep, it's another favorite hobby of mine. It's free and can be done almost anywhere. For now, I'll focus on the times when I have a short window of opportunity for an afternoon nap.
Other times, when I have the house to myself and adequate time, I have a more elaborate ritual: one involving some of my favorite toys and, perhaps, reading a story or two or perusing porn. That's a story for another day. Today I only have time for shorter pre-nap playing.
I like to start by lying on my bed on my side, a blanket casually draped across my resting form. I have my back to the door and, if anyone opens it and glances in, all they'll see is my blanket covered body curled up and resting. So they'll just tiptoe away, trying not to disturb my rest.
At first, I don't even touch myself, just let random thoughts coalesce in my mind. I have a very rich and fertile imagination and frequently use a fantasy leading up to a physical release/orgasm - and one or more is the goal. But, I freely admit that some days I have awoken some time later with my hands in my pants, fingers around my clit or in my pussy, having not achieved orgasm. Simply too tired, I've fallen asleep mid-fantasy. Sometimes, I'm so excited that I actually put myself to sleep while masturbating.
Some days I start with a memory instead of a fantasy. Thankfully I have a head full of those as well. A few favorites always come to mind. These include the first time I really enjoyed sex and had a proper orgasm; sex outdoors; or performing a blow job underwater in a pool or, most recently, in the Chesapeake Bay. Not an easy task and it doesn't always work out: I end up with a mouth full of salt water and almost drown! It's not the most stimulating memory, but one that makes me smile to start with. Giving a roofer a blowjob while he was on the roof (we did end up dating, but that is an entirely different story for another day) is a good one, and there's so many more.
Today was a fantasy day. It's hard to choose but I do have a few favorites of those as well. On my knees in front of a stranger giving him a blowjob while he grips my hair and head, firmly moving my mouth off and on his cock at his own pace, is one. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth as I firmly hold on to his hip with one hand, pulling him deeply into my mouth as he fucks my face. My other hand greedily plays with my clit and cunt and we both reach our orgasms at the same time. I gulp down his cum and I feel my juices flowing down my fingers as I shake and my pussy contracts around my fingers as I climax.
Another favorite: on my hands and knees on the bed, I hear behind me the sound of a belt being pulled out of it's loops. Anticipating the blows I'll soon receive, I bite into a pillow.
My ass, back and thighs are peppered with blow after blow until I am a squirming, screaming mess begging to be fucked. I am always rewarded in this fantasy with, "Good girl," whispered in my ear. Then I am fucked mercilessly until I beg again, this time to be fucked in the ass. And I am obliged. In my fantasies, I am never turned down. Would you turn me down if I begged you to fuck me anyway that you'd like?
These thoughts go through my head as I lay quietly under my blanket. By now, I have let my hand wander down into my shorts and I have two fingers resting on either side of my clit. As my fantasy takes more shape, those fingers start to move. I'm still motionless on my bed and, for all appearances, napping peacefully. These are usually for times when there are people in my house, not for extended alone time. I refer to these naps as 'two finger time'. I continue to fantasize as my fingers find a rhythm, alternating rubbing my clit between them and pinching it gently (or not so gently, depending on the current fantasy).
Today, I went with a different fantasy. With a house full of guests who would soon be clamoring for dinner, I had limited time. I desperately needed a quick release - and some much needed rest.
This particular fantasy is simple. I am on a run or walk through my favorite park when I take a rest. Finding a picnic table in a secluded forested area of the park, I climb on top and lay down on my back. It's cool there among the trees, but the sun has been shining on the table and it's warm against my back. Exercise always makes me horny so I slide my jogging shorts down and begin to slowly masturbate. As my fingers slide in and out of my soaking wet pussy and I rub my clit, I turn my head and see a man a short distance away. He's watching me.
In my fantasy, I am not alarmed at all. Discovering I am being watched only emboldens me to have a little more fun. I pull my fingers out of my pussy and gently suck on each one as the stranger watches. I use my other hand to push up my sports bra and rub my nipples. The cool air blowing across them and my finger's attentions make them instantly erect. They beg for even more sensation. As I continue to play with myself, I watch the man reach into his running shorts and his cock appears. I can see, even from a distance, it is already hard, standing at full erection.
The sight of his obvious arousal drives my fingers faster. He moves his hand and begins stroking his thick, dripping cock. Mesmerized, I slide two fingers back inside my pussy and rub my thumb across my clit. It's been at least a day or two since my last orgasm so I know it won't take long to cum. The faster the stranger strokes his member the faster my fingers move. I begin to feel that sensation of both expanding and contracting around my fingers. With a tight twist of my nipple and my clit, I let sensation take over and I cum. Shaking around my fingers, my mouth opens with an audible sigh of release. As the shaking subsides, I rub my clit lightly and I cum again just from the sensitivity.
While I am in the middle of this fantasy, the only thing moving has been my two fingers, silently rubbing my clit between them. The only sounds in the room are the hum of the ceiling fan and a sigh escaping my lips as I drift off to sleep. Another nap successfully started.
I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my life. I'll tell the roofing story, and the saltwater blowjob, another day...
