Its happening again, Claire thinks as she lies in bed, suddenly wide awake. She lies still, taking in her surroundings. Its 4am. It is quiet in the house. A faint blue light fills the room, casted by the full moon outside. Her breathing is slightly faster than normal. So is her heartbeat. She becomes aware of her nipples against the silky smooth surface of the duvet. God, they’re hard as rocks, she thinks. She feels the tingling of arousal in the pit of her stomach. Here we go again, she thinks to herself, as a slight smile forms on her lips. Its always like this. She would find herself in the middle of the night, wide awake, aroused, with no idea what caused it. No anxiety or weird feeling, just a pleasant friskyness that rapidly becomes more urgent and always, álways ends in a sopping wet, gut wrenching orgasm. She tried ignoring it, but ends up rolling around, sleepless, till the alarm reminds her that no time remains for sleep... Laying on her back, she feels the arousal spreading like lava through her body, igniting nerve endings as it moves throughout her. Her nipples is firing electric ripples through her chest with even the faintest movement against the silk sheet. She runs through a list of options for bringing the rising pressure to a suitable conclusion. Hands? Always nice, like a familiar friend, but not enough now. Wand? Maybe... Small bullet vibe? Not enough punch for this raw horniness. Big Pete? Mmmmm sounds about right, but missing an edge. Ok, Big Pete with a plug? Yesss! Your such a bad girl, she thinks with a grin as she reaches for the drawer next to her bed. Stretching like that pulls her skin tight across her ribs, while she’s accutely aware of the fire in her nipple. She fumbles a bit and then her fingers closes around Big Pete, feeling the familiar softness of the toy. Next she gets a hold of a bottle of lube. After thinking for a few seconds she remembers where the plug is stowed away and digs it out too. Big Pete and the Plug is a bit of a mystery. It isn’t something that she would normally be interested in, but it landed on her doorstep via courier one morning out of the blue. No return address, or any indication who sent it. All she know is that she felt a strange attraction to it once she saw it for the first time. It wasn’t the standard toy you got from a website. The pair was clearly custom made. High quality, and one of a kind. She couldn’t find any info on it searching the internet. But she had a strong and unexplainable urge to use it right form first laying eyes on it. It even smelled nice! She fell in love with it using it the very first time. She had to bravely experiment a bit to fit the pair inside her, not usually using such large toys. After struggling a bit she concluded that lube is paramount to the experience. That first orgasm got her hooked. Her excitement grew as she lubed up the plug first. Next she started to work lube into her ass using the plug to work the lube deeper. A familiar feeling washed over her as the plug slipped right in and settled comfortably in her ass. Next her focus shifted to Big Pete. As she started to spread lube over it, The toys texture stirred fond memories of past orgasms in her. Almost as an afterthought, she spreads the excess lube on her hand onto her bald pussy, adding to her own wetness, which seemed to get more every time she wakes up like this. It was almost like she was being conditioned to get more excited each time. If only she knew where all this was coming from, but the fog of arousal was filling every inch of her body and mind. She starts to slide the toy slowly up and down her slit, making delightful little circles around her clit. Then she gently dips the tip inside, stretching her in the most delicious way. Slowly she pushes it deeper into her body, savoring each moment. As the head of the toy pops past her opening, she can feel it kisses the plug in her ass like an old friend, right through the thin membrane. It almost feels to her like the two toys engages each other inside of her, like their close proximity to each other activates something electric. As she pushes Big Pete deeper and deeper, her heart rate starts to climb rapidly and her breathing gets shallow and fast. The incredible pleasure she feels dissipates any coherent thought until the only thing left is the feeling of Big Pete and the little plug, causing waves of pleasure everytime they rub against each other. Finally Big Pete bottoms out exactly as it lightly bumps into her cervix, causing her body to convulse. At this point things gets blurry for Claire. If she was able to still think clearly, she might have realized that the toys seems to move of their own accord. Her hands were lightly stroking over her body, almost making sparks over her skin, as the toy moved in and out of her. She was so worked up she didn’t even realize the toy was moving without any help! Her hands avoided her nipples deliberately, for she new that touching them would cause her to explode. Instead she attempted to stay in this state of bliss for as long as possible. The feeling of Big Pete rubbing against the plug, against her insides suddenly stepped up in intensity causing her back to arch. That in turn caused the silk sheet to stretch over her nipples, almost sending her over the edge. But past experiences taught her that the only trigger when using these two toys was her fingers squeezing her nipples. Until that happened she was riding the bliss right on the edge of orgasm for as long as she dared. And ride it she did... unaware of how much time passed, she simply enjoyed the incredible feelings washing over her agai and again. At some point she slowly moved her hands closer to her breasts, starting to crave the finale more than the delicious edging. Her hands slide lightly over her soft breasts, her thumb and forefinger gripping her nipples and squeezing gently. Then she start to feel it. Like a dam wall that broke, the orgasm engulfs her, drowning her in bliss. She violently convulses as she cums, pushing the toys out, and squirting all over the room. The orgasm lasts for who knows how long, draining her completely. As she lies in a very wet bed, her whole body is so sensitive she dares not touching anything. Eventually she calms down and with a big smile of happy contentedness falls asleep again. The next morning she wakes up feeling well rested, satisfied and happy, thinking to herself that It might all have been a delicious dream if it weren’t for the wet sheets, and her pussy that still throbbed a bit... And the knowledge that the whole process will repeat at some random point in the not too distant future.... **My first attempt at publishing something publicly. I originally wrote this on request for someone. English is not my first language so take it as is lol**