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Hello to you all. I have finally submitted my second story. This story is based on a dream that I had a long time ago. It was my first real dream about being a woman. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did. The Dream By Allissa The room was dark. I tried to focus on something but there was very little light. I rolled to my side and sat up. The nightmare that I had woken me from my deep sleep had been the same one that was reoccurring almost every week. I would try to run from this large dark figure, but I could never get away and just before it reached me, I would awaken in a pool of sweat. This night was no different. I could feel my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. I tried lick my lips but with no luck. I felt dizzy and confused, as something was a little different this time. I shrugged it off to being tired and looked over at the glow of the clock radio. It read 2:16am, which meant I had only been asleep for about three hours. My head was still filled with remnants of the crazy nightmare but I managed to sit up and swing my feet to the floor or at least I tried. My feet just dangled from the edge of the bed a couple of inches above the floor. Normally I could reach the floor. "That is weird?" I thought to myself as I slipped the rest of the way off the bed and stood up. I suddenly felt a chill and could feel the hair on my arms stand up as goose bumps started to cover my body. A tingling sensation from my nipples reinforced the sensation of the room being colder than normal. Passing it off as an after effect of being all sweaty, I moved quickly across the darkened room to the far wall and door that led to the washroom. I reached out and found the wall in the blackness and moved down the wall to the doorframe. I reached for the doorknob but was again surprised that it was not to be found. I searched and quickly found the handle but it was somewhat higher up the door than normal. Again I thought to myself, "That is weird!" I turned the knob and entered the washroom. A glow from the night light made things a little more familiar but there was not enough light for my need. I reached up with my hand to the light switch to find it wasn't where it was supposed to be. I slid my hand higher up the wall where I found it and flicked the light on. I blinked at the now over powering light as my eyes tried to adjust to the brightness. Turning back to the sink I found what I was looking for. A plastic cup that I used for rinsing after brushing my teeth and for the occasional late night drink of water. I let my eyes adjust and as they focused on the cup I reached out my hand to pick it up. I let out a gasp! There was another hand reaching for the cup! It looked like a woman's hand. It was much smaller than my hand and the nails were longer and manicured. I froze and as I did, so did the hand. I then moved my hand away and watched in disbelief as the small female hand did too. "What is going on h...?" I whispered but suddenly stopped as I heard a soft voice speak. Someone was in the room with me! My heart began to race. I could feel it pounding in my chest. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the urge to run was screaming in my mind. I quickly spun around to look behind me expecting to find someone in the room with me. But as I did, all I saw was the wall and a small red towel hanging on the towel bar. Something was still not right. I continued my turn until I was facing the sink again. I felt different some how, like I had weights on my body, something pulling on me as if I was wearing something heavy. I reached out again to turn on the tap and just as before, the female hand moved towards the tap. I watched oddly as the hand did as I wanted and turned on the cold water. It then moved across to the cup and picked it up. "Something is weird here!" my mind warned as I watched as I filled the cup using the foreign hands. Closing my eyes I gave my head a shake and brought my other hand to the bridge of my nose squeezing it. I could feel my fingers on my nose but also fingernails pressing into my skin. Opening my eyes, I focused in on the hand holding my nose. It was identical to the one that was holding the cup of water. A small soft hand with manicured finger nails. A woman's hand!! "What the?" There was that soft voice again. But this time I looked up into the mirror. As I did I felt my heart stop and a cold chill run down my spine. There in the mirror was the woman I was looking for. I quickly turned to look behind me and back again to the mirror. But all I saw was the woman turn her head back and forth. I then felt it. The woman had long hair and as I watched her turn her head, the speed of the turn made her hair flail outwards and it was now falling back against her neck and back. But I could feel the hair against my back and neck. I focused on the woman in the mirror staring back at me. She seemed to mimic my movements. I watched as I motioned to set the cup down and the woman's hand did. I then watched as I moved my hand to my face and the woman copied. It suddenly hit me. I was that woman! Then I heard her say, "Oh no!" My world started to spin. I felt the blood rushing to my head and then drain from it. I then watched as the woman's face in the mirror go white and move backwards from the mirror until it she hit the wall behind her. I felt the hardness of the wall as I suddenly caught myself before I toppled to the floor. "Oh my god! What is going on?" I could hear a voice say as I let the words out of my mouth. All I could hear was the soft and shaky voice of the woman in the mirror. I closed my eyes once more and tried to focus on staying conscious. It seemed like an hour before I felt better. I slowly lifted my head up and then slowly opened my eyes. The woman in the mirror opened her eyes too. I reached my hand to my face and softly traced my fingers across it as I watched the woman in the mirror copy me. This must be a dream! I took a step closer and the woman did too. I looked long and hard at the face that appeared to be mine. She was beautiful. Her hair was a bit of a mess but still silky and flowing. It was a light brown and shoulder length. Her nose was small and slim somewhat like my own. Her face was soft and young looking. A full set of lips moved in awe and disbelief as I explored my new appearance. Finally I came to focus on the soft green eyes that were looking back at me. There was no trace of my deep brown eyes. They continued to blink and dart around looking at all the new features. I could barely make out the male form that I used to be. Then it hit me, Male form! Oh god I haven't? I lifted my hands to my chest. Where I would have found strong toned pecks covered in curly hair I found in their place two soft and ample breasts. Not only could I feel them in my hands but I could also feel a pair of hands grip my new form. I looked down to see my small hands cupping the pair of what appeared to be two well formed perky b cups. The sensation was so odd yet somewhat comforting. They felt good in my hands and my hands felt good against them. I looked back into the mirror and realised that I couldn't get a good look at myself as the mirror was now higher up the wall. Wait, the mirror wasn't higher, I was shorter! What else has changed? I turned from the bathroom and moved quickly back into the bedroom. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror that I had leaning against the wall. The light from the bathroom was cast through the open door and let in enough light to allow me to view the new shape that was now standing in front of the mirror. I watched as what appeared to be me in the mirror drop my jaw and stare in amazement. There was a hot naked brunette standing there holding onto her tits. "Is that me?" A soft whisper came from the woman's lips and echoed in my ears. "How can this be?" I slowly let go of my boobs and let my hands run down my bare chest and stomach. The girl in the mirror copied me as I moved my eyes and hands downwards. I now stood about 5' 6", down from my 6'1" height. My waist was narrow and my belly button was nothing more than a small slit. Nothing like my old wide opening of an innie. I continued down my narrow waist and watched as my female hands moved outwards as they curved across my widening hips. The soft skin was that of many a woman I had had the pleasure of touching. Continuing to take in the vision before me I could see that she had long shapely legs. The hairy legs of my past body were nowhere to be found. The only hair that I could see was a soft shaved patch in the shape of a triangle just above where I had hoped to find my penis. But as I stared all I could see was the figure of a woman. My hand slipped down through the soft patch of hair to reach between my long legs. My now soft thighs moved aside as my hand felt the fleshy lips of a vagina. I suddenly jerked my hand away and looked up to the mirror. The image copied. "Oh my god! I have become a woman." I heard my voice say. Then the oddest thing happened, I stared to become excited. Really excited! Like a little kid at Christmas that has come down stairs to find lots of huge presents under the tree. I let out a giggle and then another. I started to pose in front of the mirror. I couldn't get enough of myself! This beautiful woman that I had become was almost like a dream come true. I felt so amazed that I was this woman and the more amazing fact that I liked it. It was so wonderful to be her, to be me! I turned around and stared at my back and curved bottom. Even my ass was in female form. I was falling in love with myself! I continued to turn around and around trying to see every angle of my new awesome shape! I placed my hands on my hips; I stood with my arms in the air. I tucked my hands behind my head and pushed my hair outwards. I cupped my full breasts and then put my hands together in front of my body and with my arms I squeezed my new pair together. I was loving this! I had such beautiful body! I must have spent over what felt like an hour before that mirror turning and posing in every possible way I could think of. That is when I saw it. It was on my hand. I am not sure how I missed it earlier but it must have been there the whole time. I lifted my left hand upwards to my face and with my right hand I held it staring at the soft gold band on my ring finger. A wedding band. "I am married?" My soft voice gasped. How could this be? I looked around my room to see things that I had some how been oblivious to when I had first come out of the bathroom. There was huge king sized bed in the corner instead of what used to be my twin bed. There were decorations and pictures that I had never seen before spread around the room. There were clothes scattered about the room that belonged to both a man and a woman. But the one thing that caught my eye was the picture that sat upon the dresser. I slowly moved my way towards it to focus on who was in the picture. I put my hand to my mouth as I let out a gasp of surprise as I realised what I was seeing. There framed in a solid metal frame was the picture of bride and groom. The bride was obviously me. The same woman that has been staring and posing in the mirror was the same one in the beautiful wedding gown. The man standing beside me in the picture had to be the other person who had the matching ring to the one I was wearing. I stared at the handsome figure and I felt this wash of warmth and love flow over me. I knew he was my husband and some how, I knew I loved him deeply. But how was this possible? I moved to the bed and sat down on the edge. My head began to spin again. How indeed was this possible? When I went to bed not more than five hours ago I was a man. A single man. I had a nightmare, got up and then find myself as a beautiful woman. A beautiful married woman it would appear. I looked back down at my left hand and held out my soft hand and stared at the wedding band. Somewhere with in me I could feel a sense of comfort from it. I knew somehow that I loved the man that was in the picture but I just couldn't put my mind on how or why? I let my hand drop to my soft smooth legs and became intrigued again with the soft forms that were protruding from my chest. I got back to my feet and moved in front of the mirror again and stood there staring at the beauty. This just seemed to feel right. Suddenly behind me there was a click and a fast movement as the door to the room was opened. I let out a yelp as I turned to confront the person coming in the room. I watched as the obviously male figure walk into the room. He was wearing just a towel around his waist and it barely came below his knees. He had broad shoulders and a chiselled chest and abs. His arms looked strong and powerful. His legs were thick and muscular. I tried to catch my breath as I heard him speak. "Oh sorry babe, I didn't think that you were awake. Did I startle you?" This was him! I knew it right away and it was not just by sight but by sound as well. I knew that deep English accent. It filled me with warmth and love. It was all I could do to run into his arms but something held me rooted to the spot. All I could do was nod my head. "Oh? Sorry. Did you have another bad dream? I am starting to worry about you having all these dreams." He pulled the towel from his waist and moved the towel to his head as he dried his hair, leaving his remaining body bare as it could be. My eyes dropped to look at his exposed privates. He looked as if he had come from the shower and it must have not been a cold one as he was much larger than what I used to have. He was well endowed. "Oh...!" I could feel blood rushing to my face as I began to blush. "What is it?" He turned to look at me and saw me staring at his flaccid penis. "Are you ok dear? Is there something wrong?" he was looking at me with a puzzled face. "Um, no." I shut my eyes so quickly that I must have looked like an idiot. But it didn't help. The image of his maleness was burned into my mind and for some reason; it was not shocking but somewhat intriguing. What was I thinking? Oh my god! Have I really become a woman so much that I am attracted to men? Before I could finish my thoughts I felt a hand on my shoulder. It made me jump. "Hey! Are you ok Liss?" I heard him say. His hand moved across my shoulder to my back and softly caressed my skin. His hand was big and warm. I could feel that his hands were rough from hard labour. I knew he was a carpenter some how and he was the owner of a small company, but how did I know? "Hey! Liss, look at me!" I felt his other hand on my other shoulder and turn me towards him. I could feel my legs start to shake. I opened my eyes to find his handsome face right above me looking down at me. His big brown eyes staring deep into my soul. That was what did it. My legs buckled and I felt my body give in to gravity. But before I could fall far, his hands scooped me up and lifted me into the air. "Are you not feeling good?" There was worry in his voice and I knew I would have to say something. "I am feeling dizzy. I think, I think I need to lie down." I managed to say as I felt my body being lifted into the air in his strong arms. I could feel him move me across the room and gently lay me on the bed. "I will be right back." I watched his naked form move to the bathroom and then heard the water running and him filling the cup with water. The light flicked off and he came back to the bed and kneeled on the floor and handed me the cup of water. "Here, drink this." I took the cup from him and sat up far enough to allow me to take a good drink of the water. I could feel my breasts slip back and forth across my chest as I did. The sensation was weird and new yet somewhat familiar too. I handed the cup back to him and he set it on the side table. "Feel any better?" "Yes thanks." I whispered. "Good. Are you not feeling well? You have never fainted like that before. I am concerned about you." He moved up from the floor to sit on the side of the bed. "Yah, just light headed. I got up before to get some water and didn't manage to get that far." What was I saying? Why am I talking with him like I know him? I have never seen him before. This man sitting on the bed beside me. This naked man to boot! "Well it looked like you were doing something in front of the mirror to me. Were you doing your spin thing again?" My spin thing again? How did he know that I was spinning around the mirror and that I did it more than once? I have only been like this for an hour. What is going on? But before I could think of what to say I just blurted out, "Yah. Sorry. I must have gotten carried away." "Well I don't blame you babe. You are such an amazing woman. I am glad I married you!" "Me too!" What? How come I said that? But I do. Some how I know I love him. I love my husband. I then watched as he put his hand beside my head and leaned forward. Oh god is he about to...? I felt the warmth of his lips press against mine. I could feel my body tense and tighten in response to such a strange action. I had never been kissed by a man before and was not ready for this. But within seconds my body seem to calm down and become overwhelmed by his kiss. Before I could start to enjoy it he drew back and smiled at me. I could feel my soul being filled with a warm feeling at the sight of his smile. Oh wow don't stop was all I could think. "I love you Liss." He whispered. "I love you Mark." Mark? Is that his name? Yes it is his name. My husbands name is Mark. Oh wow. I love that name. I love him. Yes I can feel it deep within me. Yes I know it, I don't know how or why but I do. "Good. Cause if you didn't..." I let out a yelp of surprise as he leapt onto the bed to straddle over top of me on all fours. His face staring straight into my eyes. The look on his face was that of a man that was looking for something. I knew what it was too. I had seen that look before but on my face in the mirror before I went on a date as a guy when I knew I was going to get lucky. Wait! Lucky? As in about to have sex lucky? I stared back at him and sure enough that was the look he was giving. "You'd what?" I just blurted it out again. What is going on with me? It is like I am thinking with two separate brains. I watched him as he reacted to my answer. He just smiled and then said, "Cause if you didn't then I would have to show you!" Then he leaded forward again and pressed his lips against mine but this time it was more powerful and sensual. I could feel my body flush with sensations that were foreign to me. My body became alive with the warmth of his kiss. I then found myself kissing him back. When I did, it felt so right. So good. So amazing! Then he pulled away. "Well are you feeling better or should I let you get your rest?" he said as he stared down from above me. All I could do was nod my head. "Well is that feeling better or need more rest?" He asked. "I am feeling better now that you are here." I could feel myself smile. I then realised that I was smiling up at a naked man who had just kissed me and the bigger factor was that I had liked kissing him. I wanted him to do it again. Well he must have read my mind as he smiled and moved to me again kissing me. I could feel my body tingle again as he kissed me. Then he lowed his body onto me, pressing me into the mattress. I let a soft moan of pleasure escape my lips as he did. It felt so right so amazing. My mind was running so fast trying to process what was going on. I am a woman. I am laying in a bed with a man whom I love and is my husband and who is kissing me like I have never been kissed before. And I am liking it. No no. I am loving it! It feels so good. We must have kissed for an hour. It was all new to me. Kissing men was never something I thought I would like but to my pleasant surprise it was actually better. I had a feeling that this new body of mine had something to do with it. But as I pondered how wonderful his kisses were I felt his hand on my breast. It softly massaged it. Then there was his other hand on my ass. Gently yet firmly squeezing it. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Not only did the moan feel right but the feeling of his hands on my body felt even better. His hand on my breast was wonderful. All the sensations were new and amazing and I could not help but let him continue. It just felt right and proper. He was supposed to do that and I liked it when he did. I closed my eyes and let the sensations continue to flow across my body. Another moan slipped from my lips as I felt his lips surround my nipple. It was warm and moist. I gasped again as I felt him softly suck at it again and again. Then something flicked at it over and over. Circling it around and around. Then I could feel his hand move to my other breast, massaging and moving it in time with what his mouth was doing to the other. I continue to let out moans as his wonderful lips and tongue pleasured my breast. The new sensations sending thrills through my body that I can't believe felt so good. Having a woman's body is so much better. It is so right to be this way! "I love this" "Good, I love doing it to you." I here him whisper between sucks. "Just wait till I really get going!" Oh god. Does he mean? My mind jumps into full speed at the thought of what a married couple could do. But before I could get upset I felt myself smile at the feeling of his lips on my other nipple. "Oh yessss." I moaned once again. His magical hands moving my tits like he was a sculptor creating a master peace. His lips caressing and sucking at me just right, sending wave after wave of pleasure across my chest and through out my body. I could feel myself arch my back upwards pressing my female form into his mouth moaning and gasping the whole time. I opened my eyes to look down at this man as he suckles my breasts one after the other and I realise that it is perfect. It is what is supposed to be and that I could never go back to being a man. Being this woman is what is right. I watch as he takes a breast in each hand and then starts to kiss his way down my stomach. I watch in amazement as he moves towards my lower body. Lower still, kissing as he goes, all the time massaging my breasts, pulling softly at my nipples. I can feel myself squirming and wiggling. I realise what he is about to do yet am not sure how it will feel. I can vaguely remember what it was like to have a woman go down on me, and that seems to be fading from my mind. I am longing for him to lick me; to pleasure me in a way only a woman can feel. Sure enough before I can really realise what he is about to do I feel a hot tongue on what I am sure is my clitoris. I feel his tongue roll around it over and over. His lips pressing and moving across it again and again. All I can do is smile and moan with pleasure. I manage to take a glance and all I see is a man with his hand on my female breasts and his head between my long smooth legs. "Ohhhh Mark." I gasp as I feel him part what I am sure are my vaginal lips with his tongue. I then feel him release my tits and slide his hands down my body to my legs. He lifts them up so they now rest on his shoulders and he then grips my round hips and begins to really eat my now hot pussy. His grip is strong yet not over powering and he pulls me to his tongue, parting me over and over. I feel my body surging with pleasure with every pass of his lips and tongue. My hands grip the bed sheets as he continues his motions. He continues for what seems like hours until I feel his hand slide from one of my hips. It slips down my leg and then below my thigh. Feeling a pressure against my pussy I suddenly realise what is happening but before I can prepare I feel his index finger slip between my lips and into my vagina. It is odd for a moment but then I feel him press against something inside me and I am forced to gasp and my body tightens. It starts to move slowly and softly in and out of me. He presses it against my soft wet walls as he does. Then I feel him slip out for a moment and then suddenly his finger feels thicker. He slides two fingers into me, and again I gasp in pleasure. But this time, he speeds up. Slipping in and out of me with more rhythm and more depth. Just as I think it could not get any more wonderful I feel his mouth back on my clitoris again. "AAAHHHHH" escapes my lips as I sit up and look down at the fury of action between my slender legs. "AAAHHHH" again passes my lips as Mark continues to pleasure my pussy in so many ways I think I am about to pass out from the intensity. But instead of that I feel a tightening in my lower region, a feeling of tension that is about to release. Before I can say anything to Mark I feel my pelvis flex and my body overcome by what I am sure is my first female orgasm. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. I can feel my chest moving up and down as I draw in deep breaths. My body still surging from the pleasure of what has just happened. I can feel Mark moving up from his position between my legs as he takes my legs from his shoulders and sets them to the side in a wide spread position. I look down at him with an amazingly happy smile. "Oh that was amazing my love." "I am glad you liked it. Now, if it is ok with you..." I watch as he moves his body above mine. I then see that his once soft manliness is now rock hard and huge! I feel my eyes open wide at the sight of it as it moved closer and closer to my pussy. "... I am going to fuck my wife." He says with a grin. I am frozen by the sight of what he is doing and with what. But before I can suggest we take a break I feel him press his hard cock against my wet and inflated lips. My mouth falls open as I not only watch but feel him gently and skilfully slip his huge manhood into my body. He starts with the tip of his cock at first and I can feel it pressing against my opening. I feel tight and I try to move slightly to allow him to go further in. I instinctively open my legs wider as he draws himself slightly back and then again, masterfully presses into me. I feel him sink in deeper this time, stretching me just a little bit more open. The sensation is somewhat numbing at first, as it is more adjusting to what he is trying and succeeding at putting into me. All I can think of is I want more! I want it deep into me and all of it. He looks up at me and I return the look. His eyes are full of passion, desire and love. As I return the look I feel him press again slipping much deeper this time, deeper than his fingers had gone. I look back down in surprise at my body and see that he is only in half way. I can't help but say, "Oh god you are so huge, I don't thing you are going to..." Before I can finish he slides himself back a bit and then presses all of his thick shaft deep into me. He lets out a deep moan as he plunged deep into me. All I could do is stare. That huge cock that he had was no deep inside my body. MY FEMALE BODY! It was so amazing. I let out a sigh of relief as I collapsed backwards onto the pillow and watched as he moved on top of me. His face came right to mine. "Liss, I love you. I am going to take you as my wife every night for the rest of our lives." And with that he kissed me so deeply and passionately that I totally and utterly gave myself to him. At first all I could feel was pressure. Pressure pressing my insides out, but then as he started to move into me again and again, I felt more and more comfortable. Then it became enjoyable. So much so I realised that I was letting go completely of what was left of my male self. I was now living the life of a woman in the body of a woman. My husband was doing what every woman should have done to her. He was making love to me and oh was he wonderful! He started off very slowly. It was more of a rocking motion then anything. I could just feel him pressing into me over and over again. He would change speed and would move his body side to side while he filled me. OH did he fill me. I wrapped my arms around his sides and softly dug in my nails. My legs locked with his and we moved our bodies together. I could feel his hot wet lips at my neck and shoulders as he kissed me while we rocked. My hands slid down to his firm ass and I grabbed at him as he started to slide within me. I could feel the head of his cock slip down and outwards from inside me, then it would stop and then press back deep into me. All the way until I could feel his balls against me. Then he would do it again. Sliding almost all the way out of me, stopping and then pressing back into me. Slipping down and then up. Outwards then back in. I moved slowly with him as he did. I arched my back slightly, forwards as he moved in, backwards as he slid out. Over and over we moved, softly and gently fucking. Our bodies rocking together, pressing together as one loving form. Then he started to press and hold as he went all the way in, like he was trying to get further into me. I let out a sigh in response, so he did it again. I replied with another soft moan and he replied with an even deeper thrust and held it longer. Then I learnt that as he held himself deep with in me, I could roll my hips back and forth allowing me to press against the head of his cock deep inside of me. I would do that three or four times for every thrust he pushed into me. Each time, getting longer and harder. That is when I felt my body begin to be pressed deeper into the mattress. Mark's body was becoming more active and forceful. Not only was he pressing harder into me but faster too. His cock was slipping in and out of me further than he had done before. My vagina was feeling the full power and motion of his shaft filling me over and over. I began to move faster to keep time with his actions. But I could only do so much as his weight and force was greater than I could overcome. My husband began to fuck me. I could feel him put the weight of his upper body onto his fore arms yet his head stayed beside mine. I could feel the deep breaths that escaped his lips as his hot breath hit my skin. His hands slipped under my back as his hands gripped my shoulders from behind. That is when he became a machine. I grasped at his hips as the rose and fell at a furious rate plunging his cock into my wetness over and over and over. Thrusting deep and hard into me that all I could do was hold on. My body was being rocked! My tits were bouncing out of control across my chest with the motion of our bodies. My legs hooked in with his were spread as wide as I could get to allow him to fill me deeply with every stroke. I became totally lost in the whole action of being fucked by a man. That is all I could think and feel. I am being fucked. I am being fucked. "Mark fuck me." I cried as I felt his body go in to over drive and his speed became overwhelming. I could hear the slapping of our hot wet skin hitting as his cock sank deep and hard into my pussy over and over. Faster and harder he got. More and more, faster and faster. Then I could feel his arms tighten around me. His body pressing against mine, trapping my swinging breast against his sweaty chest. It was like he lifted me off the bed and held me against him as he pounded into me, spreading my legs wider and wider apart until I felt it. His fingers gripped my shoulders tight and he let out this loud and deep animal sound. "AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" I then felt this heated sensation within my body as he climaxed into me. His body pressed his cock so deep into me that I had no choice but to scream and cum with him. Our bodies pressed against each other with every spasm. I let out a scream for every release. My fingernails digging into his back as his hips pressed deep between mine. "AAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I felt my body rocked by what felt like multiple orgasms and all I could do was arch my back and hold on to my lover. I felt him pump into me again and again as his seed filled my body. The feeling was earth shaking. Then we both collapsed. After about five minutes of heavy breathing Mark lifted himself off of me and rolled to his side. I turned to face him, my sweaty breasts falling to the side. I cupped his face with his hand, "Mark, that was wonderful. Thank you." He looked back into my eyes, "I love you Liss." "I love you too." The end.