Horny sleepy penny

That night Penny lay on her bed, mind racing, too wired to sleep. The night is cool but she's sleeping in her vest top and shorts, on top of the sheets.

as a little girl she used to dream of princesses, knights and castles but growing up watching lots of bad westerns meant she'd have guys in white hats and black hats fighting over her. Sometimes the white hats would win and save the day, but she always found it hotter when the guy with the black hat and the mean swagger carried her off and had his way with her in a barn or something.

Her first fumbling encounters with boys hadn't really had the same satisfaction but she was stubborn and kept trying. Occasionally there was a moment that really did it for her, like when Donnie liked to pull her hair but mostly the guys were sweet, dumb and generally clueless.

The bad guys in the movies were always better and getting into the movies had always been her dream. After watching Heath Ledger as a curly haired high school bad boy she decided to move to California. But when Curtis snuck her into see Fight Club she got a whole new appreciation for naked evil Brad Pitt. She'd kept a yellow washing up glove in her nightstand for months, imagining it has his hand when she played with herself.

Moving to Pasadena hadn't been the revelation she'd hoped. Movies were either low rent porn or nonexistent. She'd met a few interesting people, slept with most of them but even Kurt, with his rock hard body had been nothing special, most self centred than anything

Of course, she'd read 50 shades of grey. well, skimmed it, got bored, watched the movie with her girl friends, laughed, got bored, gone home and masturbated furiously until she needed new batteries for her vibrator.

It was absurd, laughable in places but a hot rich powerful guy in a suit taking control certainly did things for her.

Now she's lying on her in a darkened room, watching the patterns the lights of the passing cars cast on the ceiling and trying not to think about what she's feeling.

he kissed her. He kissed her and meant it. Had she fallen into one of his strange alternate realities ?

She closed her eyes and started to imagine her favourite tall dark stranger fantasies.

She slowly slid her hand up into her top, teasing her nipples that are already erect.

her other hand slips easily into her shorts, down between her legs, parting her lips gently and teasing a finger tip over her clit . she's wet and excited, each touch makes her tingle

slowly lazily fingering herself, tugging at her nipple as she imagined his lips on her neck.

His strong hands on her skin, his weight holding her down.

She's imagining a strong man, tall and muscular and powerful, but now he's smart, fiendishly so. he knows her, reads her like a book, she can have no secrets from him. He knows just what to do to make her yield to him, he takes her roughly and she cries out in pleasure, turning to bite the pillow, fingers rubbing frantically as she feels the tension build inside her. She cums with a spasm, digging her heels into the bed, hips offered up to her mystery demon lover...

She moans "Oh Sheldon" into the pillow... then catches herself, wide eyed.

Rolling over she bursts into fits of giggles. Never thought She'd say THAT out loud.

she hugs her pillow and thinks to herself "what an end to the night!"

(more is coming, any comments?)