Middle of the Night Play
I feel a hand on my waist and that is when I realize that I was sleeping. But I can’t think of a better way to wake than your hands on me. It takes me a moment to rid myself of the fog and I open my eyes. Yes. You are laying beside me, as you were a few hours ago when we fell asleep together. You smile sheepishly at me, as if you are sorry you woke me. As your hand slips to my ass, I smile back. No. I am not upset you woke me. You may wake me anytime. To talk, to cry. Even to make love. I...