Saturday Night Fever: Holy orgasm, Batman!

It was an arms-numb-with-ambient-cold awakening, the Junuary chill having seeped into my skin where it was uncovered.

The mountain of blankets covering my torso and thighs having kept my midsection cozy-warm, the frozen limbs and heated core was a study in contrasts.

Cold-numb and warm-sensitized, the texture of the contrasting sensations wakened me fully.

At 3:57am.

When nobody in her right mind — or at least I, in my still-sleepy and desparately-tired but now fully-awake mind — should be awake.

And so it was that, flipping through my NSFW folder on my photo app, I was reminded of my own warmth-during-cold photo adventure with my husband’s purloined pajamas….

An adventure that led to more than just photos…

And that led to memories.

Memories of the fact that I used to know full well how to get myself back to sleep when these odd awakenings happened.

And so, putting that memory to practice, I put cold fingers to heated flesh and remembered…

• the un-hurt stretch of filled-full pushed limits,
• the demanding plea of Cum for me…
• momentary flashes of creamy dreams

…and it was no time at all —

minutes(?), maybe; it seems only seconds

— before I was remembering how good it feels to have an orgasm in the early hours of morning.

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Saturday Night Fever is my personal weekly posting project for 2021. You can click the badge to see what it’s about (all SNF posts to date, here) and feel free to join me here on Saturday nights if you’re feeling a little ‘Feverish’.