She opened her eyes and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was only half past two. The dawn was still a few hours away. There had been a tim..., only a few years ago, when two o’clock in the morning was considered early. Certainly too early to finish partying, go home and sleep. But now it seemed like an ungodly hour.Feeling a sudden craving come on for the comfort that only warm milk could cure, she swung her legs out of bed, found her slippers in the dark, and quickly and quietly. The night had barely begun and I was already turned on. My pert nipples were poking out through the thin material of my dress, which was a slinky red halter dress that ended just above the knee. I was also wearing red high heels, elaborate golden earrings, and a bejeweled red bindi.We arrived at the restaurant and were seated at a secluded table in the back. We shared two lovely meals, some fine drink, and even better conversation. I could tell that we also shared a connection, sexual in. Because I want this every night. Every morning. I want it whenever I want it, and I want to do it without being invisible to everyone else. It's so damn fucking unfair. I want what I want. So I can't. I can't do this. I can't. What do I do now? Do I push him away? Oh fuck...I can't. It feels so good, his cock inside of me. He still has that face. That focus. That look. All he is now is a machine. My own fucking machine. He just wants to cum inside me, because he knows that is what I love.. By now, your feelings were so intense, not only were you soaking wet, but you were almost ready to orgasm, I pulled my finger out, and got off the bed again. You whispered, “don’t stop”, but knew I wasn’t done teasing you.While letting you cool off a bit, I stood off to the side of the bed taking in the curves of your body and the rise and fall of your breasts. In the dim light you looked both serene and excited. You shifted slightly on the bed and tried to press your thighs together to keep.