An arm reached out sideward, up and over her side sleeping, lightly snoring, naked and cosily warm partner. Half asleep still, with vague awareness of some primal and strong inner drive, llhaesa’s hand and fingers gently cupped over Jahrae’s right breast, and from this soft purchase hold, came full awake to find her body suggestively pressing against Jahrae.

Awakening in such a state, llhaesa found her sensory awareness heightened and her sexual appetite in need of satiating, as if every nerve ending in her body called out its readiness to signal pleasure, and only pleasure, to the exclusion of all else.

Llhaesa’s head rose off its supporting pillow, while her mouth softly kissed the nape of Jahrae’s neck, her tongue trailing across Jahrae just above the shoulders. Jahrae’s eyes fluttered open, her mind realising llhaesa called her to love, with the first sign of her awareness an audible, soft, and pleasure affirming “ohhhhhhhh.’

Spurred on by the audio feedback, llhaesa continued her tongue-exploration of Jahrae, now moving slowly and stimulatingly down the spine of Jahrae’s back. Jahrae felt near to exploding, driven by a combination of wild anticipation and ecstatic gratification. She fully gave her body to llhaesa’s head to toe expedition, calling out encouragement to her libidinous partner.

Llhaesa’s hands joined in, her index fingers softly tracing their own lines on Jahrae; llhaesa’s senses focused exclusively upon her partner, in this moment their universe shrank to only they.

Llhaesa’s tongue delicately marched onward. She moved across Jahrae’s derriere, softly kissing and brushing with her face, and then continuing onward and onto the back of her right upper thigh, unwilling to rest until she shared her love with every square centimetre of Jahrae’s being.

Jahrae’s sexual appetite moved to full awareness; there was no better way to leave sleep than to find one’s partner in the nascent stages of purposeful stimulation. The combination of llhaesa’s exploration and lying still as it unfolded combined to send her own sexual appetite soaring, building toward a moment when she would let loose upon llhaesa with a tongue bath she knew from experience would have llhaesa softly singing to the heavens.

Reaching Jahrae’s feet, llhaesa playfully dabbed and teased at Jahrae’s toes with her tongue, a stroke here; a suckling there, each new intent and action reinforced by Jahrae’s verbal affirmations.

Llhaesa’s interest shifted to Jahrae’s other foot, where she began her tongue-exploration anew, now ready to set out on a move back in the direction from whence she started.

Just as she neared Jahrae’s kneecap, Jahrae could lay still no longer; full of desire, she moved with skill and verve, swapping positions with llhaesa, deftly laying llhaesa upon her back.

For Jahrae, exploration would follow her first desire, already underway – passionately kissing llhaesa until each simultaneously gasped for air. They twisted, they turned, they writhed, their mouths interconnected, their hands sliding and caressing each other.

Separation to breathe inevitably separated the lovers, but only for a moment, as if resetting and recharging their bodies in an instant. Llhaesa’s sensory perception fired on all levels, and with this level of awareness, with the initial flurry of interaction, her body generated a layer of sweat, and the scent of this sweat Jahrae soaked in with a deep breath, a little bit of llhaesa pouring through her nostrils, teasing her from yet another direction.

The breathing interlude ended, Jahrae moved first, her tongue finding llhaesa’s breasts, her hand simultaneously tenderly following the contours of llhaesa’s face. She moved upward, kissing at will, moving to whisper a dedication of limitless love and devotion across the infinity of time.

Jahrae sensed the moment was nigh; she struck out on a mission, the tongue-bath she knew would send llhaesa a sexual frenzy that would end only when the two could move no more.

Around her neck, across the width and length of her back, down across both sides of her buttocks, patiently but purposefully bathing her wife with her own secretions. Jahrae sighed and moaned, ohhhed and ahhed, called out affirmatively, called out her love for llhaesa. Her breathing grew deeper and more rapid, her voice grew louder, her sweat pouring off and mingling with the bath administered by Jahrae.

Llhaesa, ready for a love offensive, aggressively but lovingly moved on Jahrae, her body rising up and upon Jahrae’s left leg, strategically working her private bits, her body able to soak up every ounce of pleasure Jahrae might generate. Llhaesa moved upward, using her right leg to stimulate Jahrae. Both were vocal, both gave feedback, expressing their love, with every wall that might exist between them disassembled and consigned to oblivion. In this moment, they were two who explored love with all inhibitions removed, with no doubt all that mattered in the moment was the other, and the pleasing of the other.

The two ground their bodies, one against the other, Jahrae’s sweat now matching that flowing off of llhaesa, and each relished the mixing scents, the added lubrication that allowed them to move across, over, and around each other at will.

Llhaesa caressed and kissed Jahrae’s abdomen, as Jahrae reciprocated with llhaesa – they were lying in opposite directions now.

Working as a highly practiced team, both felt an upsurge of pleasure as fingers moved inside one another, an ever so gentle but firm exploration that slowly began to find a rhythm of movement, generating friction, generating heat, generating pleasure.

Slowly they moved to the machinations of their hands, their mouths independently engaged in yet another front of love. Llhaesa proved louder than Jahrae, something that Jahrae treasured – each was a unique being, and together they proved such a perfect compliment to each other they seamlessly morphed into one, almost as if they were symbiotic equals.

Faster now, the urgency, the desire increasing, their bodies called to their inevitable purpose and glory. The two reached climax as one, with each calling out their love to the world, ending with their heads falling upon and resting on the other.

This was the beginning of a llhaesa – Jahrae night; two lovers ever learn the likes and dislike of the other, where they learned and understood what motivated and what turned off, what excited and what drove to ecstasy. These were intelligent people, those who learned on the first try, and who found yet more ways that are interesting on the second.

Llhaesa, called out to a world as L’il Ms Fantasy by Jahrae, lived up to her reputation in more planned love-strikes, where sleep did not play intermediary to minds in search of pleasure. On this night, their love was of an unplanned and rawer nature, built upon the needs of the flesh in the moment, flesh that reported to pleasure seeking and absorbing minds. Fantasy was a top down proposition, a plan of action that brought flesh into the mix and showed it the way.

Llhaesa came around and rested her head upon Jahrae’s breasts, while her index finger traced circles and squiggles across her skin. Jahrae whispered a thank you which llhaesa acknowledged with a kiss.

After a while of restful satisfaction, a period where their energy levels recharged for the next round, Jahrae stirred first. There would be little sleep on this night, there would be tired but very happy faces worn the following day.

Llhaesa’s eyes flickered open, her mind sending out for updates from each sense. First reported sensation was the sweat oozing off her body, running onto and resultantly soaking through sheets that lay under her. She pulled her right arm away from the second bed pillow it previously encircled, a pillow held as if nothing were more precious in this universe.

Then she remembered – the dream, the incredible intensity and reality of an orgasmic dream. Soon, it would be soon. Jahrae was on the way, and with almost fifteen years without Jahrae and her about perfect love, llhaesa felt quite impatient with this universe.

Out of our way, universe; we have things to do.