I come in her in my dreams
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Posted:Jan 24, 2008 4:59 am
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You know that what I value most in a woman is her mind. I get aroused by visual images like any man, but it is the thought of what she is thinking, what she wants to feel, that makes my heart begin to race and my cock begin to lengthen.
But I saw a picture today, and it sent me into a dream world. It was her. The face from an angle, a strong jaw, straight nose, but under the strength a softness.....the pose almost coy, but at the same time saying ....I don't know.....maybe, "I need you. I need to make you want me. I want you to let me take charge of our bodies and melt us both into one long molten orgasm."
The body, taut but curved, and soft too. The woman who I see in my mind's eye when I make love to a woman whose mind turns me on. The package into which I put all the things about all the women I am drawn to; the fantasy.
The picture was just a visual trigger; the vision in my mind was something more ethereal, as if the picture was a representation of how I think my dream lover feels.
I mean this is a picture of the woman that that has been lurking in the dark recesses of my mind for years, who slips into my bed when I am half asleep. This is the the woman I imagine I could meet outside my house and she would push her way in without a word, pressing me back against the wall with her tongue between my lips and her hand down my trousers. Making me forget all the reasons why I shouldn't complicate my life further by having sex with someone I hardly know. This is a picture of the woman who would lead me to my bed and cover me with her hot skin like a blanket while her fingers folded round my cock and pulled me into her, gazing into my eyes and willing me to come instantly into her depths, her eyes laughing and gasping at the same time. I wouldn't think about the consequenses with her. My senses would be filled with the smell of her hair, the wetness of her lips and the heat of her skin. The tension in my stomach as I pulled myself deeper into her, releasing all my emotion and need into becoming her vehicle. I see her throw back her head, hair flying as she scratches at my nipples to make me come, grinding herself onto me to release her own need. And after we collapse satisfied, we talk and find we are true friends anyway.
What happens afterwards? There is no afterwards, it isn't real; there are no consequenses.
Except now I keep seeing that picture.
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Swallowing the Ham
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Posted:Jan 23, 2008 4:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2011 7:20 am
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Ahh, now that got your attention didn’t it! Well I am going to do a post about that sometime soon, but this isn’t it.
I recently was rambling on in an email to someone from the USA about how to pronounce words in an English way, particularly English place names, and it reminded me that I had planned to do a post about this ages ago. So since many of the people who read my blog are gorgeous women from America, and I am hoping they will all fly over here to visit me one day, lol, I thought I would see if I can help them with their Holiday Pronunciation.
The classic mispronunciation you will come across is the one all English people have heard Americans struggle with, the English county, Leicestershire. It is classic because unlike most other words in English, it does follow a rule which can confidently be repeated for other similar words: The bit in the middle is silent. We pronounce it, “Lestersher.”
The same goes for Worcestershire, (“ woostersher,” ) and Bicester, near Oxford, (“Oxfud” which is pronounced “Bister.” Okay so far?
I once heard it said, by an American, that the key to correct pronunciation of most English words is to stress the first syllable and swallow the last. He was right; this really works. Oxford is a good example actually. Not Oxford. So with the English town Birmingham, try swallowing the ham. Birmingham Alabama is “Birmingham” but the English original is “Birmingum.” As is “Buckingum Palace.” You will impress the tour guide if you get that one right when you do the London sight-seeing tour.
There is a village by the sea in Norfolk, (“Norfuck,” lol ) which on the map is written as Happisburgh. But the locals call it “Haysburra.” We leave out the middle and swallow the end you see. The most extreme example of this is a little place in the west country called Woolfardisworthy. Even I laughed when I was there last year and learned how this one is pronounced. “Woolsery.” Scary, but true. Not all place names do this, but a lot do.
Just thought you all should know.
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Hello Blogland
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Posted:Jan 22, 2008 4:19 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2008 2:18 am
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Hi everyone, this is just to let you all know I'm still here, just haven't had a lot to say, but for those of you who like the old "this is what I did today" kind of post here goes.
I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep so I texted a hot chick I know in America, (sorry to those of you thinking, "he didn't text me, what's he on about?" ) That helped relax my mind so then I went back to sleep. In the morning I woke up, had a bath, had breakfast and sat down at my desk to see if I could get some work done. I needed to speak to a couple of people but no one was taking my calls so I did filing instead. Now it's lunch time but I'm not hungry, possibly because of the plate of toast and peanut butter I had about an hour ago when I got a bit peckish mid morning.
My aunt Cleopatra rang to say my third cousin Philharmonia who was terminally ill with botulism has recovered and been nominated to run for president. Then I got a phone call from Fabio Capello to say I have been picked to play football for England which is soooooo exciting. Except that it will be cold on the pitch at this time of year and I don't know if he will let me wear my wooly undies. Also my brother Jimmy's little baby Hamilton has been diagnosed with IHateFootballitis, so of course I would never play if it would harm the poor little one's chances of survival.
My job is so awful there are people at my office who hate me but I keep a brave face and........................*
Now you see why I don't normally write these kinds of posts!
*Some of the above account is fictional.
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Orgasm; what does it really feel like?
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Posted:Jan 8, 2008 5:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2008 1:20 am
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Okay girls, this is the big one!
I have described before on my blog how I feel when I come, how I feel a kind of swelling deep inside me, a tightening sensation in my groin between my hips, how the electric tingling sensations in my cock build towards a point when it really does feel like an explosive charge waiting to go off, like molten rock swelling under a volcano just before the lid blows off.
Then there is a magical few moments as I go over the edge, a heightened almost tingling sensation. All the muscles in my groin tense. If I try to tense them it comes quicker, but if I can completely relax it happens by itself and is so much better.
I am going to come, it can not be stopped, but it hasn't happened yet, it is still building, but already feels as if it is spreading and releasing too. Sometimes this moment lasts a fraction of a second, sometimes, some fantastic times with the most gorgeous of women, it can last ten seconds. My mind comes into play, I can almost feel the orgasm in my head when I am completely in touch with my partner emotionally.
Then suddenly there is a pumping spasm inside me and at the base of my cock, I feel the power of my groin force the come out of me, sometimes I can feel it force its way through the inside of my cock, a wonderfull feeling, like when you are desperate to pee, but different and a thousand times better. I can feel each squirt start deep down before punching out of me and at the same time the sweet spot is at its most sensitive, sending electric pulses of pleasure back down the shaft into my body as it rubs against your inner skin or tongue. The pumping goes on for some time, mainly diminishing, but perhaps every now and again a sudden extra spasm, until I begin to relax, the last oozing of come easing out of me, but still the gorgeous soothing feel of the sweet spot against you, calming me. My mind is a total blank, I realize I have had no thoughts at all for a few moments.
Too fast a movement at this stage is too much, but the softest gentlest touches feel like heaven. It is almost over, but in a gentle way I am still coming. Let me stay inside you if the rest of our bodies are comfortable. Keep sucking me gently if I am in your mouth. Gently gently, that feels so good baby. Mmmmmmmm........
There.... I have done my best to describe it for you. I know it is far from easy. Now I have got you warmed up I want you to tell me what it feels like for you. I have asked before and some have tried. But no one has managed to really give me a word picture of this amazing experience. But here you are, some of the sexiest, most eloquently gifted writers on the blogs. Surely one of you must be able to tell me what a woman really feels, when she comes?
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Sex and Romance
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Posted:Jan 4, 2008 9:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2008 4:59 am
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It is funny how romance can begin to take a different form as you get older and more experienced.
I remember when I was about eighteen or maybe twenty, I played a girlfriend of mine Led Zeppelin's "Thank You" late one night in my room. I don't know what she thought but I thought I was being terribly romantic.
I still think of her sometimes, but mountains haven't crumbled to the sea yet, but there is no more her and me.
I still think it is a lovely lyric though, but it is a young man's song. "Happiness no more be sad"....... well it doesn't really work like that, does it. A love affair can make you happy for a while, but you can't rely on being in love to make you happy for long. Sooner or later you have to carry your own weight and make life worthwhile with or without that special someone for happiness to be real and lasting.
I am not terribly keen on soppy gushy artificial romance, can't stand clingy women - someone who needs me has to be self sufficient too or I guess I feel trapped, but I think there is still room for a little romance in the world, it just depends on whether you call it being romantic or being fun and thoughtful and supportive, and what the person you aim to be romantic with likes.
And although I don't suppose anyone could fail to feel closer to someone when say walking along a deserted white sand beach at sunset, or sitting outside an Italian cafe in Rome while the beautiful people walked by on the promenade, if you set out to try to be romantic a grown up person probably ought to see through you and may well think you are being fake...
Sharing someone's hopes and fears and making their dreams your own, I think that is what really counts with me.
I actually think that sometimes the smallest every day things can be romantic.....
Like a handmade card, or sitting quietly together, or keeing one little birthday present back and then pretending to find it in your pocket and giving it to them later, just when they think the day is over.
I don't want to forget the feelings which made me want to play Led Zep that night, but I maybe just express them in a different way.
And I still want to "give you every inch of my love" lol.
If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea
There would still be you and me.
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Something About Me
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Posted:Jan 3, 2008 3:58 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2008 8:29 pm
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I am basically pretty happy, but I have a few problems in my life; things I don't know how to deal with and I pretty much go on dealing with them the same way I always have, which doesn't solve them but it avoids making them any worse. I am also as regular readers will know, a little prone to living too much in the past.
If I was advising myself I would probably say "go on, dive straight in and make big changes and you will make it ok." But it is never easy to take your own advice.
A woman with beautiful eyes, prefectly french-manicured nails and no panties once likened it to her situation, which she described as "standing on a big rock in the middle of a raging river: If I jump will I make it to the shore, or will I drown trying?"
Well she jumped, and she didn't drown. But I am not a great swimmer. We shall see what happens....something usually does in the end.
I did however learn something in the bath this morning. (And no skierchick before you ask it didn't have anything to do with the angle my cock stands up at, lol. )
Last night I saw the film "A Lot Like Love" on the TV. Not the greatest film ever, but I do like romantic comedies and I got into the spirit of it and really enjoyed it. To cut a long story short it is about a couple who meet occasionally over the years and have sex but do not realize until it is nearly too late that they are in love with each other. Amanda Peet is thoroughly gorgeous in it by the way, does anyone have her phone number?
Anyway at one point the male character, played by Ashton Kutcher, is sitting on the beach talking to his brother about how he wants to get his business back on track and find somewhere to live etc before he finally tells Amanda Peet how he feels about her, and the brother says: "This is your life; now;...it doesn't wait for you to get back on your feet." I took notice of that.
Then this morning in the bath, (I was in the bath remember... ) this guy rang in to the radio station and asked them to play a song, I forget what, which reminded him of his student days and he said "those were the days of my life, blah blah blah" and I thought what a stupid git - these are the days of our lives - whatever whenever, I want to treat everyday as the days of my life. I don't always manage to, but however much I love things which happened to me in the past, however much I write about past events and loves, life has so many great opportunities for me at the moment, and I have not failed to notice that. I need to get on and do things now to make the most of it.
Without making any big changes of course! Lol.
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She was lying there......
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Posted:Jan 2, 2008 5:14 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2008 12:56 am
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She was lying there, on her back, wearing those old jeans with a hole in the knee, with a black knit body covering her taut stomach. I couldn't see her face but the swell of her perfect breasts made me want to wrap my arms around her body and squeeze her to me.
She lifted herself a little and tugged at the waistband to begin pushing her jeans down over her hips.
Then I woke up. I lay still for a moment and didn't open my eyes. The black knit body had gone and she was lying in front of me, hard nipples ready for my fingertips. Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped, I wanted to kiss them all over.
"I'll always have sex with you Dreamer." (She said my name really, but I can't tell you that here. ) I realized I was almost dreaming again, but I tried not to think about it.
My lips closed over her nearest nipple and I sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it gently and then flicking it against my teeth with my tongue. She arched her back and I could see that the button on her jeans was undone. I slid a hand under the waist band and she wriggled her hips to let me push it further in. I love it when women do that. I could feel a faint fur of trimmed hair under the palm of my hand, and then my fingers touched wetness and there was a gasp.
I wanted to feel my cock sliding into that warm covering, the softness and the roughness combined. I lifted myself above her and taking her shoulders in my arms I kissed her, my lips against hers working to create a little opening. Her tongue exploded into my mouth sending a shudder through my chest. "This is a fantastic kiss" I thought to myself........ and that was what broke the moment. I saw that vision again in my head; the jeans....is that a hole in the knee or not? What does her face look like? How would her breasts really feel? I was awake; I couldn't get back into the dream, it was gone.
I got up and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Let's have a look at the blogs, see what's been going on over the holidays while I have been away.
Skierchick probably has some mad question for me to answer....Yup, something about the angle my cock sticks out at when I have a hard on, that was an interesting one!
Rose has been busy answering Willhe's questionaire - I never knew you talked to yourself Rose, and where can you be thinking of travelling to!?
Zandigal has a not so private island, and Willhe has quit smoking.
All back to normal then.
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Christmas Dreams
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Posted:Dec 21, 2007 6:25 am
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2008 2:43 am
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Hi everyone and merry Christmas to you all.
I dream that this Christmas you all get what you want in your stockings!
Romi, who would have guessed this time last year that you would be blogging away on the most actively watched list.
Rose, hello beautiful. How I love to see those eyes on my blog; have a wonderful Christmas.
Willhe you blog-babe magnet. All the sexiest women on the site pay hommage to your crazy blogging style every day!One day I am going to ask you to list all the jobs you have done in your amazing career, you have mentioned so many, sailor beng the latest. No wonder you have such an interesting take on so many subjects.
Kizza, merry Christmas, I hope it is okay what with the family problems and everything. At least for once it isn't too hot!
skierchick, I'm looking forward to answering some more of your probing questions about male sexuality in the New Year, I may even have some questions for you myself; the last one I asked produced some very interesting responses from you and your friends. Wmen you visit my blog, make sure you are wearing the stars and stripes!
Amakamaria, if you are reading this I do hope you and the baby are having a great Christmas! So much has happened in a year.
Zandigal, I don't know much about you yet but I am convinced you have been to my blog before under another name, Lol. I always look forward to your comments and to seeing your next post, I love the way you write.
Hippiechick, I just love your take on most subjects, I wish you posted more often. I know you had some bad things in the past, but I hope the future brings only good and fun and flowers your way.
Formyself, whatever has been troubling you, I truly hope it gets better. Keep blogging, I feel sure putting the words on the screen will help.
Sassicat, your last few blogs have been getting hotter and hotter, I hope things are still going well - we haven't heard from you for a while though.
myforbidden bev Sensitive, barking mad or both? The enigma still makes me smile.
Selfishandshabby, fussybitch, I always get such fun out of reading what you and the rest of the aussie contingent have to say.
This Christmas I dream that the world will realize that it can never be right to torture people, no matter what the reason.
I dream that we will find an acronym for smiling, to use where laughing out loud would be too strong. Like maybe GLACC - "Grinning like a Cheshire cat." Or maybe SHAT, "Smiling happily at that." I think I might use one of those, would you?
I dream that everyone will remember that a real smile and a helping hand can make a lasting impression.
I dream that I will have a dream in which a beautiful woman will love me and want to make love to me, not just one or the other, and then I dream that it will come true!
To the rest of the people who watch my blog or may be reading this; thank you so much, I seriously mean that. I have found that having you guys read what I write is like having a little close knit circle of friends. Most of you know each other and although we all have our own lives it really feels like a community here. Some of you only visit occasionally but if I have forgotten to mention you it doesn't mean I am not interested in what you have to say, I always am. Come back and see me in the New Year, meanwhile feel free to talk amongst yourselves here, talk about me if you like, tell me what you would want to hear about when I get back and above all,
Have a happy and giving Christmas.
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If we had sex....
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Posted:Dec 14, 2007 6:35 am
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2008 2:38 am
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Would You.....
I got this from skierchick who got it from willhe69you2, and I got it from amakamaria who got it from I don't know where and however many other blogs. But before you skip over it, I have added my own little Dreamer twist to it.
Most of what follows has happened to me!
1. Would you have orgasms if I just breathed on your nipples? (I have a friend who claims this can happen to her, but I haven't had a chance to try it yet. )
2. Would you stick a broom handle up your arse and sweep the floor? (Well okay that hasn't happened to me but I know a blogger who has been asked to do this on camera! )
3. Would you put on a fireman's outfit and jump around on the bed clanging your bell like Goldie Hawn?
4. Kiss me as if you were somehow trying to get my whole head into your mouth?
5. Would you turn out to have unbelievably magnificent breasts hidden under an industrial strength canvas bra?
6. Get me into bed and then nearly suffocate me with your incredibly smelly feet to the extent that I gave up on the idea of sex and made an excuse to go home?
7. Make me go soft by scratching six inches of skin off my back just as I was getting close?
8. Drink bacardi breezers and six pints of lager and then vomit on my carpet before trying to kiss me?
9. Dress up like Maid Marion, bend my bow and make me shiver, put my arrows your quivver?
10. Would you dress up like Santa and come down my chimney for Christmas?????
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Well I'll Clone my Cock
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Posted:Dec 12, 2007 9:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2010 4:24 pm
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So I am talking long distance to my on-line sex plaything Scarlett Thawts when she tells me she spent yesterday in the "adult store."
Apparently over there in the US there is a product called "clone a willy" with which the gentleman of your choice places a tube over his manhood, injects the tube with fast setting plastic thereby creating a mould, and then pours "realistic feel" rubber into the mould to make a life size replica of his erection for you to use as a dildo! You can even have a vibrating silver bullet put inside to make it shake you up in just the right way.
I think Polyamory Date are missing a trick here. What if instead of posting dick pics or emailing erotic stories to our favourite fellow bloggers hoping for a bit of cyber action, we could send actual replica cocks in the mail to some Polyamory Date central office, which would then pass them on to you for intimate testing? I mean you could be there in the comfort of your own bed with a full size Mt. Dreamer or a 69you2Willy all of your own which would never go soft or need to rest! (Just like the real thing, lol. )
I think I am onto something here...the market could be enormous. Although thinking about it so might some of the cocks! I mean it did occur to me that it might be difficult to maintain a real full length boner whilst waiting for the plastic to set, not without outside help anyway, so perhaps I might need to cheat a little bit just so you wouldn't be disapointed. Well of course give that idea to any of the guys who are already posting dick pics and you might end up with some truly eye-watering pieces of equipment.
All the same, worth some research....what do you think, suck it and see?
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Mount Dreamer
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Posted:Dec 10, 2007 2:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2017 3:13 pm
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Mt Dreamer rises steep sided from a hot blue sea. White water crashes over its wooded lower slopes. But what sound is this? Like a door creaking open.......quietly a white robed cloud floats towards the foaming waters.
Darkness engulfs the tip of the mountain. The heat and friction increases as molten rock starts to pool in a chamber deep in the mountain's core.
The waters rock, the cloud rises and falls over the mountain, seeming to suck it into the sky.
The mountain shudders, then erupts; hot lava pulses to the surface and blasts into the darkness of the cloud, before cascading down into the water. Tremors shake the surface of the sea, the land heaves; more lava is forced from the mountain.
The tremors slow and cease: The mountain is subsiding, the cloud lifts. The mountain is shrinking back into the sea.
Peace returns to the ocean. I soap my back.
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Sex as an excuse for missing work
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Posted:Dec 5, 2007 5:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2008 3:25 pm
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Thoughts come to mind as a result of a recent conversation.
Should sex be a legitimate excuse for missing work? "You should phone in and say you are too sick to come to work," I said between gasps.
"I could tell them I can't come to work because I'm having sex," she replied. I was laughing, "Or I can't get out of bed, I've got a man between my legs!" she added, before the conversation concerned itself with more pressing matters.
Would you dare tell them the truth? Would they fire you? I had an affair with my secretary once, and I was never mean to her on account of sex making her late for work. Mostly we got in on time though, Lol.
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In Bed with one of You
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Posted:Nov 26, 2007 2:50 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2016 9:17 am
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Sometimes as I lie in my bed I let my imagination wander and I picture myself being wanted by someone whose image I see nearly every day, whose words I read so often on these pages. It is one of You. (Not you Willhe.)
I imagine that you want me as much as I want you. You want to be in bed with me, and as I close my eyes you lift one edge of the covers and I feel your fingers run over my chest as your leg slips in between mine and you slide yourself in beside me. I can feel the heat of your body before your skin touches me. You lie against me and I feel myself starting to get hard, in reality as well as in my mind. You are obviously very turned on. You have been thinking about me all day, and now you need to have sex with me.
I turn my head and your lips are there, touching mine gently until they part and our tongues flicker against each other. I can feel a rush of energy through my veins as my heart beats faster, and you are not even really here. What if you were actually there, kissing me? Your lips would work their way over me, tingling my neck, nibbling at my nipples, oh how I love that.
I would let you explore me for a while, but soon my desire would begin to overcome me and I would let my own fingers start searching for your most sensitive places. My lips would close over your nipple and suck it into my mouth. I would begin to flick my tongue repeatedly over it, longing to hear the gasps of desire I know you would be making.
My thoughts become indistinct at this point, but someone is rubbing my cock. It must be you, or is it your lips? Or have you thrown your leg across me and plunged my straining cock deep inside you? I can feel you rising and falling on top of me, my muscles are straining as I reach again for your breasts and I feel that familiar tingling deep inside between my legs. I am going to come for you. Our movements become faster, you are saying my name in my ear, my stomach lurches and as spasms pump my come into you I lie back and feel you loving me. I murmer kisses in your ear.
We sleep.
In the morning I feel relaxed and happy. You have gone back to wherever you came from. It is as if you were never here. Except that I know, in your mind you were here with me, and the same things were happening there in your bed as, kind of, happened here.
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