I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. That's unusual for me. Most, well, every night, I need a little me time to help myself get off. Pun intended.

But seriously, I woke with a start at, must have been almost 2am. I can't remember what roused me, maybe a bad dream? Anyway, I awoke to the strangest atmosphere in the room. I can hardly put it into words, it was like my room was a jungle, or if not quite that then those tropical houses you find in the zoo. It was hot and musty, perspiration coated my body even with the bed sheet thrown to one side, my naked body exposed. I always sleep nude. Even here.

I tried to get out of bed. To open the door, something to alleviate the heat! But I couldn't move myself an inch. It was as if I was paralysed. I have to admit I was panicking.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, the vase of flowers moved. It was vibrating across my bedside table, inching towards the edge. Inside the vase the flowers were moving. Of their own accord. You have to believe this. It was the tremors coming from the flowers that were propelling the vase towards me. The vase reached the edge. Just as I had feared, it toppled onto the bed. The dash of water I had added to the bouquet splashed my body. Droplets peppered my naked breasts.

Despite the heat, the water was so cold still. My moist nipples hardened instantly.

The flowers too had spilled from the vase. They scattered across my bed and my body. I watched dumbstruck as the flowers continued to move. The vibrations brought goosebumps to my skin. With that and my wet nipples, I found myself becoming aroused. You know, I'm not normally a very sexual person, but I just couldn't help it!

It's crazy but I found myself wishing I could move my hands, if only to be able to touch myself. To squeeze my erect nipples and to rub my swelling clitoris.

But then... but then the pulsations stopped. I admit to being disappointed. They had been so intense, better than any pocket vibrator! Happily I wasn't disappointed for long. The stems of the flowers seemed to take on minds of their own. Tendrils probed my skin, growing in size as they wound their way across my naked body. They felt fuzzy on my skin, the hairs on my arms stood on end.

I felt oddly calm throughout all this. Somehow, I just knew I wasn't in any sort of danger. Sure, I was paralysed, like in a waking coma, but I just didn't care. A tendril snaked across my face, running underneath my nose. Tiny blooms burst from the green shoots. The aroma emanating from theses flowers filled my nostrils and instantly soothed away any misgivings I had. Kinda like a floral bubble bath!

By now the tendrils were writhing across almost my entire nude body. They hugged the curves of my breasts and flicked across my nipples. I had to believe they knew what they were doing, it was so arousing!

I'm horny now, can you see? My nipples are poking against this drab, horrible shirt I have to wear. I'd love to undo just a couple of my buttons...

Okay, fine, I'll place my hands on the table where you can see them. Spoilsports.