As I gazed down at my favorite toy, lying helpless and vulnerable in slumber, I couldn't resist the urge to indulge. The glow of the moon casts a soft pale light on the room illuminating the gentle rise and fall of their chest with each breath.
I slipped out of bed, my eyes never leaving their peaceful form, and padded silently to the nightstand. I retrieved the lubricant, applied some to my fingers, and rubbed them together to warm the cool gel.
Gently, I lifted their leg, exposing the tender flesh between their thighs. My fingers danced across their skin, tracing delicate patterns as I sought after my treat. I bit my lip in anticipation and slid my middle finger into their waiting hole.
Their body responded instinctively, muscles clenching around my finger as they stirred fitfully in their sleep. I froze, holding my breath waiting as they settled back into stillness. The thrill of being caught was exhilarating, but I wasn't ready for them to awaken just yet.
I began to pump my finger in and out of them while enjoying how they twitched from my tender machinations. My free hand wandered up their torso, cupping a breast and pinching the nipple until it stood erect. The gentle torment elicited a low moan from my toy's lips, but they remained trapped in sleep.
Emboldened by their unresponsiveness I shoved another finger inside. A shudder ran through me at the thought of being discovered. Playing with my sleeping toy never failed to make me feel feral. Every twitch and jerk a confirmation that even in sleep they belonged entirely to me.
And then it happened. Without warning their legs began the shake and their muscles spasmed and constricted around my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and reset their clothes. I snuck back into bed and snuggled into them. I'm sure they are going to love watching the footage tomorrow.
