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I had a dream about you last night. This is rare since I usually don't dream and when I do I'm usually alone or with generic, faceless people. But this time it was definitely you. I remember hearing your voice. But most of all I know it was you because I could feel you and touch you. I couldn't see your face but I knew it was you by the way your body felt, tracing your curves with my hand as we laid beside each other. My hand told me it was you when it moved down your back to caress your butt.
What I could see was your hair, long and beautiful. It reminded me of what it feel like around my face when you kissed me or the way it warmed my chest when your mouth was busy somewhere else. As I moved to let my eyes follow what my hands already knew, I also saw your hand, shy and unsure. As my hand followed the curvature of one check to the next I heard a slight moan. Eager to find the reason for this moan, I moved my hand again. As it passed, the moan came again. As my hand explored the great hills of your behind, it was the valley that seemed to trigger the response. I traced through the valley to find a deep cavern. My fingers traced the outside of the cavern and the moans got louder and more intense.
Just then I feel something touching me, exploring me. Your hand had freed itself and was moving down my chest to my stomach. With caution and intimidation the freed hand slowed as it was passing my stomach. It felt wonderful to feel the tips of your fingers as they pressed to touch each ridge of my stomach muscles, but why were they shy now after such passion and fervor? The hand was timid and unsure.
As if to give your freed hand permission, my fingers stopped tracing the outsides of you and without your permission one finger ventured into your cavern. Your hand responded and gripped onto my muscles, lower this time then before. Then I felt it, an uncomfortable pressure causing me to shift my hips and move out of it's way. Within a few seconds it had awakened and was on the move. As it pulsed it move, ever pulse filling it, moving it, making it hard. As if a sleeping giant awakened by the touch of your hand.
This was the permission that you were waiting for. Your freed hand wouldn't not back down from this fight. Quickly it grabbed the thing, holding it and gripping it. You would not lose, you were going to make the b**st submit, to break it, to command it. It would obey you. It would be yours, you would control it.
Sensing the commotion, my adventurous finger removed itself to join its friends exploring and testing new areas. This time though, the finger would have company as it explored. After tracing the outside and hearing the moans, two fingers slowly probed into the darkness, the unknown depths. With an immediate response to their probing your freed hand softened its grip and rubbed itself against the angry breast. The b**st was still full and hard but it seemed to be calmed by the touching and the stroking.
After a little while the moans grew stronger and louder, begging for more than what a few inquisitive fingers could do. The b**st had also grown hostile with the freed hand. My hips tried to help the freed hand but the b**st was enraged by this and began to pulsate again. With it's fury building, the savagery of the b**st took control, the freed hand could not control it, it could not command the b**st to tame it. Quickly the b**st had found the cavern; I was upon you and inside of you.
I could not see you but I knew it was you by the way you felt as we came together with me deep inside of you.
What I could see was your hair, long and beautiful. It reminded me of what it feel like around my face when you kissed me or the way it warmed my chest when your mouth was busy somewhere else. As I moved to let my eyes follow what my hands already knew, I also saw your hand, shy and unsure. As my hand followed the curvature of one check to the next I heard a slight moan. Eager to find the reason for this moan, I moved my hand again. As it passed, the moan came again. As my hand explored the great hills of your behind, it was the valley that seemed to trigger the response. I traced through the valley to find a deep cavern. My fingers traced the outside of the cavern and the moans got louder and more intense.
Just then I feel something touching me, exploring me. Your hand had freed itself and was moving down my chest to my stomach. With caution and intimidation the freed hand slowed as it was passing my stomach. It felt wonderful to feel the tips of your fingers as they pressed to touch each ridge of my stomach muscles, but why were they shy now after such passion and fervor? The hand was timid and unsure.
As if to give your freed hand permission, my fingers stopped tracing the outsides of you and without your permission one finger ventured into your cavern. Your hand responded and gripped onto my muscles, lower this time then before. Then I felt it, an uncomfortable pressure causing me to shift my hips and move out of it's way. Within a few seconds it had awakened and was on the move. As it pulsed it move, ever pulse filling it, moving it, making it hard. As if a sleeping giant awakened by the touch of your hand.
This was the permission that you were waiting for. Your freed hand wouldn't not back down from this fight. Quickly it grabbed the thing, holding it and gripping it. You would not lose, you were going to make the b**st submit, to break it, to command it. It would obey you. It would be yours, you would control it.
Sensing the commotion, my adventurous finger removed itself to join its friends exploring and testing new areas. This time though, the finger would have company as it explored. After tracing the outside and hearing the moans, two fingers slowly probed into the darkness, the unknown depths. With an immediate response to their probing your freed hand softened its grip and rubbed itself against the angry breast. The b**st was still full and hard but it seemed to be calmed by the touching and the stroking.
After a little while the moans grew stronger and louder, begging for more than what a few inquisitive fingers could do. The b**st had also grown hostile with the freed hand. My hips tried to help the freed hand but the b**st was enraged by this and began to pulsate again. With it's fury building, the savagery of the b**st took control, the freed hand could not control it, it could not command the b**st to tame it. Quickly the b**st had found the cavern; I was upon you and inside of you.
I could not see you but I knew it was you by the way you felt as we came together with me deep inside of you.
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