In Bed with Ushimaru

Anon woke in the night and with a crippling pain in his arm. He'd fallen asleep holding Ushimaru but she must have dozed off and rolled over onto him. All Anon wanted was to put his arms about her milky white softness and now he was about to pay the price. He felt tingling and needles in his fingertips, if he didn't get himself free who knew what might happen. He would have to try and pry himself loose without waking her.

 

Perhaps if he shuffled he could slowly slide out. Anon rolled onto his side and tried to wriggle backwards but all that accomplished was locking his elbow under her. Maybe he didn't need to wake her, maybe all he needed to do was make her move just slightly or even roll away from him to get free. So Anon tried plan B and tried to tickle her with his breath in an attempt to mimic an insect or an itch.

 

Ushimaru moved but all she did was swipe at her hair. So Anon tried again and this time she rolled away and rested with her stomach to the bed, right on top of Anon's hand. He had to get his hand free before the circulation was cut off for too long. He thought that if he just moved his fingers perhaps that would return blood and feeling to his extremity. So he curled his fingers and they sank into something soft and fleshy.

 

Anon released and tried balling his hand again and once more grasped something soft only this time a moan escaped Ushimaru's lips. He had figured out what he was grabbing. Ushimaru reached her own hand down and linked her fingers between his to get a firm squeeze on her. She fidgeted about and raised her rear up but to Anon's surprise she was still asleep the whole time. He couldn't let this go on so he relinquished his grip and whispered out to Ushimaru 'Uh, honey-'

 

She simply let out a sheepish grumble in response and shuffled about just enough for Anon to pull away his hand. Anon was free at last and cradled his poor arm and sighed with relief. The sharp pin sensation subsided and he felt full control return. He turned to Ushimaru who was still out cold and brushed her orange hair over her ears to watch her sleeping face. He smiled to himself and gently brushed her arm 'You probably won't even remember this even happened in the morning.'

 

He turned onto his back and just as Anon shut his eyes he heard the sheets rustle. Ushimaru mumbled to herself and crawled over to Anon and fell upon him. The crushing weight of her bust slammed into his ribs and her head nestled against his shoulder. She even wrapped her arm around him and brought her leg across his, she smothered him with her embrace and before Anon could even protest she was right back to sleep. Anon would have to learn to wake up stiff in the morning but perhaps a woman like her might be worth it.