A Morning of Forbidden Desire and Sensual Awakening with a Beautiful Woman In spite of its description as "Fiction," this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a couple of girls during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales. SUNDAY XI. I woke up once to find myself on my back, Ashley's arm and leg draped over me and her sleeping head resting at the crook of my arm and my chest. I carefully peeked at the clock so as not to disturb her. 10:42. Back to sleep. The next time I awakened, I was hard, pointed straight in the direction of my head. Fingers were fiddling with the hair on my chest as a naked leg slithered up and down my own. I started to remember. Then, I started to panic. Oh my God, that didn't happen. This isn't happening. My heart started racing before I'd even opened my sleep-encrusted eyes. Ashley was still half on top of me. Reality started to seep in, harsh as the afternoon sun crashing in through my bedroom window onto my face. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, trying to lessen the onslaught on my dilated pupils, and simultaneously wished for a similar way to keep out the truth of my situation. Ashley must have detected the small movement, because she shifted slightly and whispered, "Good morning, Baby." In an attempt to conceal my fear, I feigned a slow re-entry into consciousness. "Mmm… Good morning, Ashley." She appeared to buy into it, because she didn't speak again, and I was silently relieved. A moment later, however, her hand found my utterly stiffened member, and squeezed it gently. I involuntarily gasped, and the gesture apparently encouraged her. …but everything was about to change
