Talk about the power of positive thinking!

I decided to sleep in a little this morning. 

I usually wake up pretty early, crawl out of bed, stagger around with a glower, take my pills (if I can remember) and trundle off to work-- aiming to arrive just as the janitor unlocks the building at 6:30 am.

This morning, instead of getting up super early, I cuddled up next to my husband and stole some extra warm, languid sleep.

I was rewarded for this decision with what can only be described as the female equivalent of a male's wet dream.

The dream was highly realistic, borrowing from my present circumstances (feeling my husband's warmth and ... well... you get the idea... pressed to my back), and in the dream instead of lying there I mounted it and rode it to bliss.

And I actually came.  From IMAGINING a cock inside me.  From dreaming about clitoral + g-spot stimulation.  I fucking orgasmed in my state of half-sleep/half-waking.  Moaning, whimpering, breathless. 
It woke Aaron up and subsequently woke me up, the wonderment of feeling my femininity snapping and pulsing.

It was wonderful.

Not a bad way to start a morning.

I then cuddled with the hubby a while more and wished we didn't have to go anywhere, or do anything more than relish the soft, tenuous early morning gift I'd been given.

But here I am at work. 

Far, far away from orgasmville.

And only tuesday-- so far from the blessed and cherished weekend.

but i give myself a ghost of a smile when I think about that strange and wonderful little happening this moring, beneath the sheets, between layers of consciousness.