Try To Get Some Sleep

Ophelia seems to have no trouble falling to sleep right away as is evident by her quiet breathing. The warmth shared between our bodies quickly grows and eventually I find myself able to relax a little bit. For her smaller frame, Ophelia does appear to put off a lot of heat and she certainly isn't shy about sharing it based on how comfortably she has settled herself behind me. Her nipples, despite the warmth, pierce the skin on my back just enough that it's noticeable. For some reason, it is an oddly nice feeling.

I quickly notice that Ophelia is a pretty relaxed sleeper, especially under the circumstances of having to share her bed with me. By her calm nature, it is as if she has known me for months and this is a common occurrence. I don't understand how she can be so nonchalant about the situation. Perhaps this isn't the first time she's been involved in a scenario like this? The warmth of the air from when she exhales onto my neck sends a tingling shiver through my body and I tense up for a moment. Ophelia softly nuzzles her head into my neck a little deeper in response.

I can't deny the building arousal I am experiencing. If it weren't for that I might actually be able to get comfortable enough to get some sleep. No matter what I try, I can't seem to shift my focus towards something else. Any attempt to alter my train of thought is quickly led back to where I was before. These unnatural thoughts have somehow managed to completely hijack my conscience and are contaminating it with amorous ideas. All that I can think about is how Ophelia's body feels so nice against mine and how horny it is getting me.

Curiously, I slowly direct one of my hands down and in between my legs. My fingers rub over top of the outer lips of my exposed vagina to discover that I'm even wetter than I thought I was. I accidentally brush the knuckle of one of my fingers over top of my clit as I'm withdrawing my hand. I have to bite my lip hard in order to contain the pleasured moan that nearly escapes. The desire for relief is almost strong enough to defeat the somehow still sane part of my mind that is screaming to me of how wrong this is. Thankfully that sanity wins out and I somewhat reluctantly withdraw my hand from my nether region. For a moment I had considered doing it, with the aching desire for relief in my head calling out for aid. In a much clearer state of mind, I would feel disgusted by having such naughty thoughts. This is not who I am. Is this place already starting to get to me? I haven't even been under this roof for twenty-four hours and it's already beginning to change me. What will I be like after a hundred more days? The lack of certainty in answering that question terrifies me.

Ophelia seems to have remained completely still throughout this whole ordeal, thankfully unbothered my lust-induced episode. Horny and frustrated, I don't anticipate being able to get much sleep but eventually the exhaustion from today's stress and confusion catches up and I find myself beginning to slowly nod off. I suppose that is the one good thing about today's events as I probably wouldn't have been able to have fallen asleep without it. I'm within deep sleep rather quickly, comforted by the warm embrace of my new partner in slavery. Ophelia is still throughout the whole night and my slumber ends up being a lot more pleasant than I had expected it would be after a day such as this.