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The Dream
I had a most peculiar dream about you. It was incredibly corny but I want to tell it to you anyway. It was about you and it’s not often that I get the pleasure of dreaming of you. Prior to the dream I was laying on the sofa watching a film down stairs. At some point I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I knew it was daytime. The light was shining through the curtains. I was still laying on the sofa, my trousers still on the floor so that I don’t over heat beneath the blanket. I felt slightly tired of body yet still alert. I could hear you walking down the stairs, your footsteps gentle as if perhaps you were trying to sneak down the stairs. I sit up slightly and turn my head towards the door ready to watch you as you walk through the door. You are so beautiful. Just looking at your face fills my mind with an addictive cocktail of joy, love compassion and always but in this particular instance even more so, lust.
I expected to see you in your usual morning attire, a dressing gown etc. or perhaps be dressed already in the typical fashion that you usually lounge about the house in, some comfortable shoes or slippers, a comfortable top, loose fitting yet tight enough in all the right places. Something provocative yet in no way restricting that allows me to see all of your beautiful contours in all their magnificence. Sadly I am a mortal warm blooded man and not just any man, as you know I am an extremely virile man. My usual morning glory presenting itself beneath my blankets.
I wonder what you would do if you knew that often your mere presence has the same affect on me, would you attempt to satisfy my constant desire for you. Would you remove my blanket and attempt to remedy my hard aching disturbance. Would you tease me? Would you pounce on it and suck on it insatiably, or perhaps straddle it and mount me, rocking back and fourth, your slippery chalice blissfully quenching my thirst. However as real as this may seem this is a dream, this is fantasy and for once in my dreams I get exactly what I want from you.
Instead of your usual morning attire I am shocked and delighted by the awesome sight of your naked body, every curve, every inch on display in it’s full glory. I can smell your sex from across the room, my well trained senses able to detect that you are sufficiently aroused that should you choose to you could straddle me and I would slip all the way inside you in one single motion. But I prefer things to be even more accommodating, the deluge of a monsoon far more suited to satisfying my thirst than the thin layer of due on a summer morning.
My jaw drops, I can literally feel my pupils dilate. A rare occurrence since only the sight of an extremely beautiful woman can have that affect on me and even then it happens only when I’m caught off guard. That one woman at the dinner party that just catches your eye and stops you in your tracks. I can feel my heart beat the way it beats when we are close to each other, no faster than usual but much harder. A couple of seconds after the initial shock of seeing you naked to recover and I am able to compose myself once more. Heart still beating against my ribcage I close my mouth and without a second thought I speak the first thought that comes into my mind.
“You. Look. Stunning!” I declare my eyes affixed to your body. You stand there in front of me, confidently with a look of appreciation on your sweet face. “Do you like surprises?” you ask with a mischievous grin. You gaze at me longingly for a few seconds with a sparkle in your eyes. I’ve seen that look many times before on many different women. It often leads to a most pleasurable climax and I long for the same to occur with you. You smile and slowly stroll over to the middle of the room. “I like this surprise.” I say with a grin.
At this point I become aware of the situation, my fantasy becomes a lucid dream as I realise that some sort of counter or desk or perhaps table appears to be in the middle of the room. Something that should not be there as it does not belong there in the real world. Too low to be a kitchen counter yet too clinical to be an item of furniture but too neat not to be a fitted item of furniture. The reality that this is mere fantasy hits but does not diminish the fact that I will cherish these memories, what’s more as a lucid dream I now have the ability to control and predict what will happen to some degree.
“I have a surprise for you” You speak in a tone I’ve never heard you use before, still your voice but instilled with an exciting wave of sex appeal. Your voice leaves no ambiguity as to where this encounter will go. This is no strip tease, you are here because we are going to make hot passionate love right here, right now. But not before I’ve finished my appetizer. I sit up, my member standing to attention beneath my blanket. You walk behind the counter and lean on it, your pert breasts handing down as you look into my eyes. “I hope you like your surprise.” Your menacing smile makes me grin uncontrollably like a Cheshire Cat.
I know something good is on it’s way, I can feel the tension in the air. You step up and over the counter you scent slightly more apparent as you move. You stand in front of me, your perfect neatly kept cleft inches from my face. I can’t keep my eyes from dropping to take a good look before I take a deep breath in through my nose. I close my eyes and savour the moment. I can smell your sex, that incredible aroma, that aura that drives me beyond self control and forces me to take on a more primal and debase mindset.
Your potency is incredible, you must be ovulating, can feel the heat radiating from your vulva and your hot scent triggers two reflex reactions within me. First my heart begins to beat even harder by body subconsciously preparing itself for a workout. As it gets hotter and the ice starts to melt my shaft goes from firm to rock solid, I can feel it throbbing at the head in time with my pulse, my veins growing from small tributaries to prominent rivers upon the surface of my shaft.
The second reflex is that I begin to salivate, my mouth watering at the sight and smell of your delicious oyster. My mind fills with a ravenous desire to taste you, I feel like a c***d left unattended in a sweet shop. I can’t resist and as raise my hands to grab your buttocks and pull you in you thrust your hips as if to say ‘go ahead’. I kiss your wet sticky lips passionately as you gently rock against my chin, smearing your sex all over my face. I’m in heaven. I passionately kiss your clam as I firmly grasp your buttocks and my heart skips a beat. I hear you groan with a deep sigh as if you have just removed a corset you’ve been wearing all day long. Your taste and your smell soon drive me into a frenzy and I can feel my tip well up with a large quantity of pre-emissions.
My breath becomes shallow as you hold my head in place, quiet moans escaping your mouth but my desire soon turns to other deeper matters. I want you, I need to be inside you. My shaft now so hard that I can feel it straining against itself. The urge is unbearable, I’m about to loose control, the thought crosses my mind to just stand up, grab you by the hair, bend you over the counter and be done with it.
Sadly this is a dream and I wake up. The room is back to normal, as it was in the dream only the worktop is gone and you are nowhere to be seen. I lay beneath my blanket with a rod of iron between my legs straining and trobbing as it was in the dream, I can feel a prominent slick wet patch of pre-cum where the tip touches my boxer shorts.
Sadly my dream has ended, my fantasy gone in a moment but I will treasure those memories forever. I desperately tried to get back to sleep, to continue the dream. I felt cheated and betrayed by my own sub conscious but then again that probably would have been a problem and just then I heard you coming down the stairs. My shoulder numb from sleeping on it I knew that it was real this time. I hear you sneak down the stairs as you did in my dream.
Sadly you are dressed this time and you greet me in your normal sweet voice. “Hey.” ‘Hey’ Teenage girl for ‘hi’ or ‘hello!!’ but it’s never sounded sweeter. I can smell you, your addictive aroma, I can’t smell your sex this time but your natural scent is delicious as it is. I can see your proportions beneath your clothes and all I can think of is your sweet cleft, of you climbing on top of me, straddling me and massaging my aching throbbing head inside you until we both become one slippery mess and I spurt inside you.
You move your hips away from my face a tiny string of sticky substance stretching between my lips and your inner thigh before it snaps, your taste, your invigorating scent lingering on my lips and my face. I close my eyes just for one second, imagining you are still there. You lean forward, your hands on my thigh as you perch your peachy buttocks on the low counter. You lean further forwards and take control of my shaft. Your hands warm enough but feel cold to the touch of by hard member, pulsating with hot blood. Next you slide your hand down the shaft and wrap your fingers around it more firmly. You squeeze it until your fingers and thumb close enough form a tight ring around my shaft. You look at your new toy with amusement as you watch it visibly pulsate to the beat of my heart. I wonder if you can feel it throbbing when it’s inside you.
After a few seconds and a little giggle you loosen your grip and begin to reciprocate my kiss. Kissing my head with your sweet beautiful lips, just the tip, lapping up my pre-cum with the tip of your tongue as you begin stroking my shaft up and down. You grab my body with your other hand as if I might run away and take my breath away as you slip my head inside your warm mouth like a lollipop on a thick stick. It feels so good inside your hot wet mouth. you begin to lightly suck on my head like a huge boiled sweet and I can feel it throb against your wet tongue and the roof of your mouth. I wonder if you can feel my heart beat through my yard stick. It throbs like a headache only much more pleasurable and with non of the pain yet with the same deep desire for relief.
Your hand still wrapped around my shaft you begin to suck harder and massage my shaft more vigorously. We both sigh as I feel my entire body relax then curl my chin up and I groan uncontrollably. Your mouth feels amazing and I can barely contain myself. I groan aloud, the noise seems only to spur you on, taking my shaft even deeper, sucking on me harder, rolling your tongue around my head with that swizzling sensation makes me moan uncontrollably. I find it harder and harder to distinguish where I end and you begin. I begin playing with your hair, gently combing my fingers over your head to begin with but I get rougher and my grip becomes tighter with your every stroke.
After a while I feel the tension build up inside past the point of no return. Maybe you have a sixth sense or perhaps you felt a minute twitch from within your hot dirty mouth. Whichever you seem to sense the changes within me and begin sucking harder. No longer massaging my shaft up and down with your hand and lips you begin pumping it, harder and harder, faster and faster. I begin to loose control, my jaw opens wide in a silent scream as I desperately try not to wake anyone else up. I grab onto your hear and hold for dear life pulling on it as if I am a climber falling down a mountain, desperately trying to grasp a foot hold before I fall and become nothing but a terrible mess.
You take your other hand away from my body and begin frantically masturbating, I can hear your slick fingers squelching in and around your perfect quim. Finally unable to hold back any longer, I grab hold of your hair - tightly with both hands and still inside your mouth we both groan as I cum inside your filthy little cum bucket. A little substance drips down your lower lip and you look up at me with an expression that says ‘Did I do good?.’ You lick your lips as I stroke your hair as if to say yes. We don’t need words to express our love, we instinctively know each other’s wants and needs.
***
You gaze at me for a second with those dreamy eyes then smile as you walk past me to the kitchen. “Would you like a cup of tea?” I sit up so that you can sit next to me and reply. “Oh yes please.” You come back in no time and hand me a cup the curl on on the sofa next to me. I put my arm around you. “Did you sleep well?” I ask. “Yeah. You?” You answer in your usual shy one word fashion. “I’m afraid I have a confession.” I say with a sheepish look on my face. “I’m afraid I had a dirty dream about you.” I look you in the eye as I say it and I can’t help but make a menacing grin as I see that you are clearly trying to put your poker face on.
I decide to probe you for a better reaction by confessing my naughty story in full graphic detail. I had a most peculiar dream about you. It was incredibly corny but I want to tell it to you anyway. It was about you and it’s not often that I get the pleasure of dreaming of you....
...I watch as your eyes glaze over, my hand wonders over your thigh as I tell you my dream. I see you subtly rock back and fourth, barely noticeable to anyone but the untrained eye. My dream was sweet but short and I soon run out of material. “I can speculate as to how it would end...”
I confess to you my dirty little fantasy that I had only moments before you came down the stairs in as much detail as possible. You begin to squirm noticeably and I permit my hand to wander further up your thigh. There is no protest as I climb up your dressing gown, the only barrier between you and my plunder a loose fabric belt and a tiny pair of white cotton knickers. I still don’t know if my desires are appropriate and I begin my retreat back down your leg but you take hold of my wrist in protest.
I march my two best fingers higher up your inner thigh, left, right, left, right... until they reach the gates to your oasis. It’s incredible I can feel the heat coming off you just like in the dream. You part your legs and open the gates. I lightly touch the soft damp cotton as if touching a blade to see how sharp it is as your hand creeps under the sheets and wraps around my shaft. Just then I reach the end of my fantasy. “Then you climb on top of me and we have hot sex right here on the sofa.”
You stare at me with a look of pure lust, just for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. Then I pull my covers away as we turn to face each other. You move towards me, kneeling up as I stretch my legs out, tucking them between your own leaving you straddling me. You take one dubious look down at my throbbing shaft and then look into my eyes as. you grab me by the gear stick, putting me into fifth gear as you rub my bed knob up and down your tulip. Forwards a couple of inches then you rub yourself up and down me, polishing my bulb with the soft touch of your lilly petals.
Finally you bob up and tilt it back my tip slips inside you with a pop, you lower yourself all the way down in one smooth gliding motion. Then we sing together in a sweet melody, a duet to a song with only one note. “Ohhhhhh!” I love this song. We both begin to breathe heavily and I can feel your wet parting squelching against the base of my shaft, my groin becoming wet and clammy as you grind against me. I grab you by the waist, pulling you up and away, all the way down and towards me as you grind against me. “Mmmm....deeper” I gasp as I grab you by the buttocks, pulling you down onto me until I’m balls deep in you, you concur with a moan that drives me wild.
I put my fore arms against your back and sides, my hands upon your shoulders from behind, I have you in a vice and I pull you down impaling you onto my spike as I thrust up deep inside you. You rock back and fourth, harder, faster, joined at the hips we become one slippery mess of hot sex and sweat, I can smell you, I can taste you, your essence driving me to a primal rage of pure passion. The love making soon becomes hot sweaty sex, our bodies merge our hearts pounding in unison as we egg each other on. Harder, faster, our breathing deeper. I can feel your warm breath on my face and I can smell myself on you. I exhale and gasp, my lips caressing your sweet neck, fighting the urge to bite as I frantically fight the urge to scream to the high heavens the pleasure and the joy over whelming me.
I feel you come, your thick sticky juices dribbling onto my coin purse and between my legs then and onto the sofa as you spasm around me. The sensation is enough to finish me off for and I drive in even deeper, holding you down onto my shaft as you squirm. I can feel myself spurt in wave after wave of hot jism deep inside you, each spurt seeming to send a wave of pleasure through your body as you moan and I shudder. I can feel the perspiration dripping over your breasts and onto my body, as I wipe the sweat from my brow. Just a few more thrusts, I grab you by the neck and rock in and out like a bull fucking until I spurt again.
The pleasure overwhelms me and I am unable to continue as your embrace involuntarily contracts around me, massaging the base of my shaft making it twitch. Still inside you I put my hands on your head, and your ear to my lips. I want to tell you something. I have to tell you my dirty little secret, I need to tell you. I try to catch my breath as you wrap your arms around me and hold me close. You gasp like a fish out of water until you catch your breath. Before I can tell you what I have to say you tell me your little secret instead. Your breasts pressing against me with each gasp as you say the words “I...Love you.” I grab you by the hair and look into your sweet innocent eyes and with a final gulp I’m able to say. “Don’t tell mum and dad!”
I had a most peculiar dream about you. It was incredibly corny but I want to tell it to you anyway. It was about you and it’s not often that I get the pleasure of dreaming of you. Prior to the dream I was laying on the sofa watching a film down stairs. At some point I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I knew it was daytime. The light was shining through the curtains. I was still laying on the sofa, my trousers still on the floor so that I don’t over heat beneath the blanket. I felt slightly tired of body yet still alert. I could hear you walking down the stairs, your footsteps gentle as if perhaps you were trying to sneak down the stairs. I sit up slightly and turn my head towards the door ready to watch you as you walk through the door. You are so beautiful. Just looking at your face fills my mind with an addictive cocktail of joy, love compassion and always but in this particular instance even more so, lust.
I expected to see you in your usual morning attire, a dressing gown etc. or perhaps be dressed already in the typical fashion that you usually lounge about the house in, some comfortable shoes or slippers, a comfortable top, loose fitting yet tight enough in all the right places. Something provocative yet in no way restricting that allows me to see all of your beautiful contours in all their magnificence. Sadly I am a mortal warm blooded man and not just any man, as you know I am an extremely virile man. My usual morning glory presenting itself beneath my blankets.
I wonder what you would do if you knew that often your mere presence has the same affect on me, would you attempt to satisfy my constant desire for you. Would you remove my blanket and attempt to remedy my hard aching disturbance. Would you tease me? Would you pounce on it and suck on it insatiably, or perhaps straddle it and mount me, rocking back and fourth, your slippery chalice blissfully quenching my thirst. However as real as this may seem this is a dream, this is fantasy and for once in my dreams I get exactly what I want from you.
Instead of your usual morning attire I am shocked and delighted by the awesome sight of your naked body, every curve, every inch on display in it’s full glory. I can smell your sex from across the room, my well trained senses able to detect that you are sufficiently aroused that should you choose to you could straddle me and I would slip all the way inside you in one single motion. But I prefer things to be even more accommodating, the deluge of a monsoon far more suited to satisfying my thirst than the thin layer of due on a summer morning.
My jaw drops, I can literally feel my pupils dilate. A rare occurrence since only the sight of an extremely beautiful woman can have that affect on me and even then it happens only when I’m caught off guard. That one woman at the dinner party that just catches your eye and stops you in your tracks. I can feel my heart beat the way it beats when we are close to each other, no faster than usual but much harder. A couple of seconds after the initial shock of seeing you naked to recover and I am able to compose myself once more. Heart still beating against my ribcage I close my mouth and without a second thought I speak the first thought that comes into my mind.
“You. Look. Stunning!” I declare my eyes affixed to your body. You stand there in front of me, confidently with a look of appreciation on your sweet face. “Do you like surprises?” you ask with a mischievous grin. You gaze at me longingly for a few seconds with a sparkle in your eyes. I’ve seen that look many times before on many different women. It often leads to a most pleasurable climax and I long for the same to occur with you. You smile and slowly stroll over to the middle of the room. “I like this surprise.” I say with a grin.
At this point I become aware of the situation, my fantasy becomes a lucid dream as I realise that some sort of counter or desk or perhaps table appears to be in the middle of the room. Something that should not be there as it does not belong there in the real world. Too low to be a kitchen counter yet too clinical to be an item of furniture but too neat not to be a fitted item of furniture. The reality that this is mere fantasy hits but does not diminish the fact that I will cherish these memories, what’s more as a lucid dream I now have the ability to control and predict what will happen to some degree.
“I have a surprise for you” You speak in a tone I’ve never heard you use before, still your voice but instilled with an exciting wave of sex appeal. Your voice leaves no ambiguity as to where this encounter will go. This is no strip tease, you are here because we are going to make hot passionate love right here, right now. But not before I’ve finished my appetizer. I sit up, my member standing to attention beneath my blanket. You walk behind the counter and lean on it, your pert breasts handing down as you look into my eyes. “I hope you like your surprise.” Your menacing smile makes me grin uncontrollably like a Cheshire Cat.
I know something good is on it’s way, I can feel the tension in the air. You step up and over the counter you scent slightly more apparent as you move. You stand in front of me, your perfect neatly kept cleft inches from my face. I can’t keep my eyes from dropping to take a good look before I take a deep breath in through my nose. I close my eyes and savour the moment. I can smell your sex, that incredible aroma, that aura that drives me beyond self control and forces me to take on a more primal and debase mindset.
Your potency is incredible, you must be ovulating, can feel the heat radiating from your vulva and your hot scent triggers two reflex reactions within me. First my heart begins to beat even harder by body subconsciously preparing itself for a workout. As it gets hotter and the ice starts to melt my shaft goes from firm to rock solid, I can feel it throbbing at the head in time with my pulse, my veins growing from small tributaries to prominent rivers upon the surface of my shaft.
The second reflex is that I begin to salivate, my mouth watering at the sight and smell of your delicious oyster. My mind fills with a ravenous desire to taste you, I feel like a c***d left unattended in a sweet shop. I can’t resist and as raise my hands to grab your buttocks and pull you in you thrust your hips as if to say ‘go ahead’. I kiss your wet sticky lips passionately as you gently rock against my chin, smearing your sex all over my face. I’m in heaven. I passionately kiss your clam as I firmly grasp your buttocks and my heart skips a beat. I hear you groan with a deep sigh as if you have just removed a corset you’ve been wearing all day long. Your taste and your smell soon drive me into a frenzy and I can feel my tip well up with a large quantity of pre-emissions.
My breath becomes shallow as you hold my head in place, quiet moans escaping your mouth but my desire soon turns to other deeper matters. I want you, I need to be inside you. My shaft now so hard that I can feel it straining against itself. The urge is unbearable, I’m about to loose control, the thought crosses my mind to just stand up, grab you by the hair, bend you over the counter and be done with it.
Sadly this is a dream and I wake up. The room is back to normal, as it was in the dream only the worktop is gone and you are nowhere to be seen. I lay beneath my blanket with a rod of iron between my legs straining and trobbing as it was in the dream, I can feel a prominent slick wet patch of pre-cum where the tip touches my boxer shorts.
Sadly my dream has ended, my fantasy gone in a moment but I will treasure those memories forever. I desperately tried to get back to sleep, to continue the dream. I felt cheated and betrayed by my own sub conscious but then again that probably would have been a problem and just then I heard you coming down the stairs. My shoulder numb from sleeping on it I knew that it was real this time. I hear you sneak down the stairs as you did in my dream.
Sadly you are dressed this time and you greet me in your normal sweet voice. “Hey.” ‘Hey’ Teenage girl for ‘hi’ or ‘hello!!’ but it’s never sounded sweeter. I can smell you, your addictive aroma, I can’t smell your sex this time but your natural scent is delicious as it is. I can see your proportions beneath your clothes and all I can think of is your sweet cleft, of you climbing on top of me, straddling me and massaging my aching throbbing head inside you until we both become one slippery mess and I spurt inside you.
You move your hips away from my face a tiny string of sticky substance stretching between my lips and your inner thigh before it snaps, your taste, your invigorating scent lingering on my lips and my face. I close my eyes just for one second, imagining you are still there. You lean forward, your hands on my thigh as you perch your peachy buttocks on the low counter. You lean further forwards and take control of my shaft. Your hands warm enough but feel cold to the touch of by hard member, pulsating with hot blood. Next you slide your hand down the shaft and wrap your fingers around it more firmly. You squeeze it until your fingers and thumb close enough form a tight ring around my shaft. You look at your new toy with amusement as you watch it visibly pulsate to the beat of my heart. I wonder if you can feel it throbbing when it’s inside you.
After a few seconds and a little giggle you loosen your grip and begin to reciprocate my kiss. Kissing my head with your sweet beautiful lips, just the tip, lapping up my pre-cum with the tip of your tongue as you begin stroking my shaft up and down. You grab my body with your other hand as if I might run away and take my breath away as you slip my head inside your warm mouth like a lollipop on a thick stick. It feels so good inside your hot wet mouth. you begin to lightly suck on my head like a huge boiled sweet and I can feel it throb against your wet tongue and the roof of your mouth. I wonder if you can feel my heart beat through my yard stick. It throbs like a headache only much more pleasurable and with non of the pain yet with the same deep desire for relief.
Your hand still wrapped around my shaft you begin to suck harder and massage my shaft more vigorously. We both sigh as I feel my entire body relax then curl my chin up and I groan uncontrollably. Your mouth feels amazing and I can barely contain myself. I groan aloud, the noise seems only to spur you on, taking my shaft even deeper, sucking on me harder, rolling your tongue around my head with that swizzling sensation makes me moan uncontrollably. I find it harder and harder to distinguish where I end and you begin. I begin playing with your hair, gently combing my fingers over your head to begin with but I get rougher and my grip becomes tighter with your every stroke.
After a while I feel the tension build up inside past the point of no return. Maybe you have a sixth sense or perhaps you felt a minute twitch from within your hot dirty mouth. Whichever you seem to sense the changes within me and begin sucking harder. No longer massaging my shaft up and down with your hand and lips you begin pumping it, harder and harder, faster and faster. I begin to loose control, my jaw opens wide in a silent scream as I desperately try not to wake anyone else up. I grab onto your hear and hold for dear life pulling on it as if I am a climber falling down a mountain, desperately trying to grasp a foot hold before I fall and become nothing but a terrible mess.
You take your other hand away from my body and begin frantically masturbating, I can hear your slick fingers squelching in and around your perfect quim. Finally unable to hold back any longer, I grab hold of your hair - tightly with both hands and still inside your mouth we both groan as I cum inside your filthy little cum bucket. A little substance drips down your lower lip and you look up at me with an expression that says ‘Did I do good?.’ You lick your lips as I stroke your hair as if to say yes. We don’t need words to express our love, we instinctively know each other’s wants and needs.
***
You gaze at me for a second with those dreamy eyes then smile as you walk past me to the kitchen. “Would you like a cup of tea?” I sit up so that you can sit next to me and reply. “Oh yes please.” You come back in no time and hand me a cup the curl on on the sofa next to me. I put my arm around you. “Did you sleep well?” I ask. “Yeah. You?” You answer in your usual shy one word fashion. “I’m afraid I have a confession.” I say with a sheepish look on my face. “I’m afraid I had a dirty dream about you.” I look you in the eye as I say it and I can’t help but make a menacing grin as I see that you are clearly trying to put your poker face on.
I decide to probe you for a better reaction by confessing my naughty story in full graphic detail. I had a most peculiar dream about you. It was incredibly corny but I want to tell it to you anyway. It was about you and it’s not often that I get the pleasure of dreaming of you....
...I watch as your eyes glaze over, my hand wonders over your thigh as I tell you my dream. I see you subtly rock back and fourth, barely noticeable to anyone but the untrained eye. My dream was sweet but short and I soon run out of material. “I can speculate as to how it would end...”
I confess to you my dirty little fantasy that I had only moments before you came down the stairs in as much detail as possible. You begin to squirm noticeably and I permit my hand to wander further up your thigh. There is no protest as I climb up your dressing gown, the only barrier between you and my plunder a loose fabric belt and a tiny pair of white cotton knickers. I still don’t know if my desires are appropriate and I begin my retreat back down your leg but you take hold of my wrist in protest.
I march my two best fingers higher up your inner thigh, left, right, left, right... until they reach the gates to your oasis. It’s incredible I can feel the heat coming off you just like in the dream. You part your legs and open the gates. I lightly touch the soft damp cotton as if touching a blade to see how sharp it is as your hand creeps under the sheets and wraps around my shaft. Just then I reach the end of my fantasy. “Then you climb on top of me and we have hot sex right here on the sofa.”
You stare at me with a look of pure lust, just for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. Then I pull my covers away as we turn to face each other. You move towards me, kneeling up as I stretch my legs out, tucking them between your own leaving you straddling me. You take one dubious look down at my throbbing shaft and then look into my eyes as. you grab me by the gear stick, putting me into fifth gear as you rub my bed knob up and down your tulip. Forwards a couple of inches then you rub yourself up and down me, polishing my bulb with the soft touch of your lilly petals.
Finally you bob up and tilt it back my tip slips inside you with a pop, you lower yourself all the way down in one smooth gliding motion. Then we sing together in a sweet melody, a duet to a song with only one note. “Ohhhhhh!” I love this song. We both begin to breathe heavily and I can feel your wet parting squelching against the base of my shaft, my groin becoming wet and clammy as you grind against me. I grab you by the waist, pulling you up and away, all the way down and towards me as you grind against me. “Mmmm....deeper” I gasp as I grab you by the buttocks, pulling you down onto me until I’m balls deep in you, you concur with a moan that drives me wild.
I put my fore arms against your back and sides, my hands upon your shoulders from behind, I have you in a vice and I pull you down impaling you onto my spike as I thrust up deep inside you. You rock back and fourth, harder, faster, joined at the hips we become one slippery mess of hot sex and sweat, I can smell you, I can taste you, your essence driving me to a primal rage of pure passion. The love making soon becomes hot sweaty sex, our bodies merge our hearts pounding in unison as we egg each other on. Harder, faster, our breathing deeper. I can feel your warm breath on my face and I can smell myself on you. I exhale and gasp, my lips caressing your sweet neck, fighting the urge to bite as I frantically fight the urge to scream to the high heavens the pleasure and the joy over whelming me.
I feel you come, your thick sticky juices dribbling onto my coin purse and between my legs then and onto the sofa as you spasm around me. The sensation is enough to finish me off for and I drive in even deeper, holding you down onto my shaft as you squirm. I can feel myself spurt in wave after wave of hot jism deep inside you, each spurt seeming to send a wave of pleasure through your body as you moan and I shudder. I can feel the perspiration dripping over your breasts and onto my body, as I wipe the sweat from my brow. Just a few more thrusts, I grab you by the neck and rock in and out like a bull fucking until I spurt again.
The pleasure overwhelms me and I am unable to continue as your embrace involuntarily contracts around me, massaging the base of my shaft making it twitch. Still inside you I put my hands on your head, and your ear to my lips. I want to tell you something. I have to tell you my dirty little secret, I need to tell you. I try to catch my breath as you wrap your arms around me and hold me close. You gasp like a fish out of water until you catch your breath. Before I can tell you what I have to say you tell me your little secret instead. Your breasts pressing against me with each gasp as you say the words “I...Love you.” I grab you by the hair and look into your sweet innocent eyes and with a final gulp I’m able to say. “Don’t tell mum and dad!”
Cayleigh
- 08.03.2022
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