My groupie is asleep on my sofa. He's naked, lying on his back. His snoring sounds like an out-of-tune trumpet that is ringing through my apartment. It's much worse tonight than usual.

About ten minutes ago, I was on top of him, naked. As he lay sleeping , on his back, I was spread eagle with his dick in my right hand. My other hand was shoved into my pussy. I rolled my middle finger around on my clit, trying to find the perfect position in which to get myself off.

His entire body was laid out before me. He has amazing legs that are just the way I like 'em on a man: toned and hairy. I ran my tongue across his kneecap as I pinched and twisted my nipple.

Then I squeezed my left breast, imagining what it would be like if he were lucid for a change. This passing out drunk shit is wearing thin. He was so much more fun when he actually put out.

I glide my hand over his hairy cock and balls. The roughness of his pubes feels so good under my palm.

I can now relate whole-heartedly to men who get turned on by girls who are passed out drunk in front of them. Sure, I don't condone it, but I can understand what makes them so horny over it.

It takes me a while, but I finally manage to get myself off. This is in spite of that dreadful noise he is making. The orgasm is swift but strong. My pussy throbs and throbs as I press into it harder while fingering his nuts.

I put a pillow under his head to make sure he sleeps comfortably. He'll wake up in the morning with a hangover.

I really wish he'd stop snoring already! © 2006.