The Adventures of Saturn5
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Posted:Jan 26, 2007 8:57 am
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Time has passed since our hero’s brief entanglement with the blog obsessed annawantsu2. ( Cautionary Tale or Perfect Match). Beautiful though anna is, I feel a man as excruciatingly romantic as Saturn needs a more complete on-line lover, and as we join his life once again, he may have found one in the thoughtful and caring angeleyes……
Saturn5 felt more alive than he had ever felt in his life as he stumbled down the stairs and ran to his car. His heart was racing. He would drive for five hours and then he would be with her. The woman who understood him better than anyone else in the whole world, and whom he had never met.
Ever since he had seen her first comment on the blogs some six months before, he had been drawn to her in a way neither of them fully understood. They had started as friends but as they learned more about each other he had sensed that they were beginning to become more to each other than that. She seemed to see his true worth, knowing even the little things he never revealed to the world, things like how he loved The Princess Bride, and how the Rodents of Unfeasible Size turned him on.
He was nervous and excited. They had shared the most erotic series of emails and now at last he was going to see her for the first time. He slid into the driver’s seat and pointed his Dodge Stratus towards the freeway, replaying in his mind the words of the instant messenger conversation which had finally ignited their affair just a few moments before…….
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
I am so turned on thinking about this dream you had of me Saturn. I am lying here alongside my laptop pretending my fingers are yours, bringing myself close to the peak of ecstasy. Tell me what you dreamed.
saturn5atyouhaw.cum wrote:
I am going to tell you about my dream angel, but first I want you to imagine I am there with you, lying alongside you. It’s warm, but if I wasn’t there you might be cold, so you have to press yourself against me. I envelop you like a soft blanket of warm passion. I can feel your fingers brush against my skin like the touch of a feather from an angel’s wing. Then you can turn your sleep warmed lips to mine and kiss me. How would you kiss me angel?
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
How would I kiss you?? I would start by kissing you quite softly, my lips just softly against yours. Then, lightly running just the tip of my tongue slowly along your bottom lip, teasing your mouth as my fingers moved softly along your neck. As your lips part, my tongue would slip slowly into your mouth. I would keep the kiss soft and gentle though, very light and teasing as our passions built, not rushing anything - I wouldn't want to rush through anything with you...
saturn5atyouhaw.cum wrote:
I don’t want to rush anything either angel. I want to take you slowly along a winding road of sensations. Will you wait for me at the start of that road while I write to you about my dream? Perhaps you can touch yourself while you are waiting if you want to, you have my permission! I want so much to hear you coming, but this time I will make do with imagining. I know it is going to happen soon. Will you wait until I say you can?
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
I want to hear you too. I will wait as long as I can...but sometimes my body races to that point of no return and even if I try to wait, it just happens...
saturn5atyouhaw.cum wrote:
In my dream my tongue was touching against your bud of ecstasy. And of course I couldn’t see your face, but it was you, I knew, as you do in dreams. You were making little sounds of joy as I licked against your clit and in between you were taking tiny gasps of breath. And then you began to come and it was so strong and intense. You began to say things like “Oh Saturn, I’m coming now,” and “Yes, yes a little harder OH YES,” and I remember thinking, is this still a dream? And then you said “I want to taste you, let me make you come” and you pulled me up and kissed me, and then you kept on pulling so that you slid down the bed underneath me.
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
Oh Saturn, I am so turned on right now...so wet...aching for a touch, a caress, to be filled. I absolutely adore kissing a man after he has been teasing me with his mouth...the taste of myself on his lips and tongue is so erotic!! I'd love to slide my tongue deep into your mouth after you have been tasting me...to feel my wetness and to smell myself on your lips...
saturn5atyouhaw.cum wrote:
That’s what you did in my dream my angel, I knew you were tasting yourself and it felt like the rush of a drug. It made me want to just hold you in my arms and look at you. After all you had just come, and I wanted to look into your eyes. But you said, “I want to taste you,” and you pulled yourself under me and took my cock into your mouth.
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
Oh God I just came so hard, Saturn. My entire body is tingling right now...I feel electrified. I can feel my pulse in my neck, my nipples and my clit right now...all three throbbing from my orgasm.
I want to feel your cock sliding between my lips and against my tongue. I have always adored making love to a man with my mouth... I would run my tongue so slowly from the base of your cock to the very tip, lapping up the sticky sweet wetness there. Circling my tongue around the head of your cock before letting it push between my lips and deep into my mouth, sucking you in and still wanting more...wanting to completely envelop you in my warm, wet mouth. I want to make you moan. I want to feel your hands in my hair as I am looking up at you while I make love to your cock with my mouth...
Saturn5atyouhaw.cum wrote:
Can I come to see you?
angeleyesatsteamyletters.cum wrote:
Come now Saturn.
Saturn5 smiled at the memory as his car sped along the interstate to where his angel lived. Would it really happen that way he wondered. Would the chemistry work for them face to face? Skin to skin? This would be the only way to find out…..
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Now All New Love...Another Sonnet
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Posted:Jan 23, 2007 11:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2011 3:18 am
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Years ago when I was just beginning to come to terms about how I felt about the Lioness I began to write a poem about how I felt, how there would never be anyone else that would make my heart leap like she did. For a long time I left it half written. I knew how I felt, and I didn’t see how poetry could help.
I once read somewhere that the best writing is born of emotion reflected on in tranquillity, so perhaps I am beginning to get it all I perspective now. (LOL Sharon) Perhaps that is why I found myself able to have another look at what I had written, and try to draw the jumbled ideas and metaphors together into some kind of shape. I don’t know what kind of a job I’ve done, but I’ve been playing around with it for a few weeks now, and it needs to be declared finished. The note of hope at the end is false I know, but I think it would be too dark without it.
Now all new Love
Now all new love will be but shades of you,
Faint echoes of a voice I long to hear,
New smiles just cold reflections of your kiss,
Storms in the distance never coming near.
I knew each curve of you, each trembling touch,
Each whisper, every breath drawn sharply in.
No passion thrills me now through memory’s veil
Like sunshine through a window won’t burn skin.
This ache has dulled my sense and bruised my soul.
Bring me some gentle peace where there is none;
Find in your heart, like mine, that same small swell
Of hope, which says; could I but raise just one
Of sorrow’s tears in those blue eyes for me
And dry it with my lips, then you might see.
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Snowball Jackson
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Posted:Jan 22, 2007 2:26 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2007 10:25 am
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In the song "Jackson" by Johnny Cash and June Carter, when Johnny Cash sings "I'm gonna snowball Jackson," what exactly did he mean?
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The River
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Posted:Jan 19, 2007 9:57 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2016 4:36 am
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None of what follows is made up
It was summer. Not the hottest of summers, but sunny, at least on that day. It was a very long time ago, and it was almost our first time. Our very first time will never be written about, it was just for us, and remains so even today. But this time was not so very long afterwards.
Our parents approved of our relationship, I think they knew we loved each other, but they would not have approved of us having sex. It was separate bedrooms for all visits during the holidays. But like teenagers everywhere we found ways....
My long square ended flat-bottomed punt lay in a friend's boat house at the other side of the village on the banks of the river Thames. What could be more innocent than a picnic on the river?
I cleaned the boat thoroughly two days before. I lined the bottom with off-cuts of carpet from the attic, and I added old cushions and, secretly, a couple of pillows and a soft blanket. And when Liz arrived that morning I announced to my mother that I was taking her out on the river.
"Very romantic," she told us with a smile, and we blushed and looked embarrassed. But Liz shot me a glance which went straight in at my eyes and grabbed me somewhere else altogether. She knew without being told what I had planned.
If you take a boat out on the middle Thames, somewhere between Reading and Marlow, you will find yourself in another world. There may be pretty Berkshire towns and villages at intervals along the banks, interspersed with open flood-plain fields of grazing, and millionaires' houses here and there. London may be only forty-five minutes drive away along the old M4 motorway, and the traffic of life may be bustling about you away from the river banks, but on the water all is serene. Even the pleasure boats and gin palaces, which would look more at home anchored in Miami harbour, just drift slowly by from time to time, working at a different pace of life from the rest of the world.
I rowed past trees and houses, an island, overgrown and uninhabited in the middle of the river, and we relaxed and talked about the things teenagers talk about when they are together alone. I no longer remember what that was! In a while we came to a place I felt as if only I knew about. A back-water off the main river, only wide enough for a small narrow boat, overhung on both sides by trees and brambles. I had discovered it years ago as a boy out looking for secret places to go fishing. It had never produced the goods then, but it was going to now, and Liz began to look at me with those eyes. She was so sexy. The idea that nice girls didn't had gone out of my head from the very first time, eighteen months earlier, that I put the palm of my hand on her breast and she had made a noise that sounded like "Mmmnnnnnnn," and told me not to stop.
I poled the boat down the narrow channel with an oar until the stream widened slightly and a larger tree overhung the water. Dappled sunshine played on the glassy surface of the river and we tied the boat either end to a convenient low branch. We were completely hidden from the world.
She wore a starched white business shirt, probably one of her father's and a flowing flowery skirt with a white lace hem which was the fashion of that year. She lay back on the cushions as I put the oars on the bank and knelt in front of her. I put a hand either side of her head and kissed her, the way we had kissed so many times before. For eighteen months we had learned every way to have sex together except one, but for a month now, she had been taking the contraceptive pill and today she wanted me to come in her. It was not going to be your average teenage first time. For one thing, as I said earlier, it was not quite our first. But for another we had learned from each other already most of what we were ever going to learn about sex, and she kissed me with a hunger born of the anticipation of ecstasy.
I looked into her dark eyes, shining with love and desire, her slightly full lips so soft and kissable and I felt my self falling into a world of tongues and teeth and fingers. I unbuttoned the crisp cloth of her shirt and freed her breasts from the bra they did not need, my lips roamed from her neck to her nipples, bringing all her senses awake. She breathed deeply in contentment as I followed a path I knew would lead her towards what the French call the little death. I wanted so much to please her before I went any further but after a while she took the lead, unbuttoning my jeans and saying gently,
"Just do it_____" (I wasn't called Dreamer then,) and pulling me towards her. I took my time, it was difficult not to come much too soon, but gradually I worked my way gently into her. She lifted her hips and helped me, searching for the angles which would ease me in and make her thrill to the feel of me, but which neither of us knew about yet. At last I was inside her, I felt as if I myself was inside her very being. The feeling we all know was so new to me then and I gasped as I pulled out a little and then pushed all the way back in.
She knew my face well enough to know what was about to happen, but rather than asking me to hold back, perhaps out of desire, perhaps to reassure me, she looked straight in my eyes and whispered, "Come for me now," and I did, months of passion bursting out of me suddenly, making her as smooth as silk inside, and I rocked in her, both of us gasping happily and holding each other, finally knowing we were alive.
We re-arranged our clothing - it turned out not a moment too soon - as about five minutes later two canoeists paddled by. For all we knew they could have been selling tickets earlier, I don't think we would have noticed. We ate our picnic, drank a baby bottle of champagne she had bought and cooled in the river, then we slowly rowed back to the boathouse and drifted home hand in hand. My mother welcomed us with tea in the garden.
I'm sure we both thought that to the world we looked completely innocent. But to me she looked like the most wonderful woman on the earth, her face glowed with satisfaction and pride, I couldn't stop grinning, and under my jeans the white skin of my buttocks was already beginning to sting from un-accustomed exposure to too much sunshine!
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Lily Allen
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Posted:Jan 17, 2007 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2007 2:05 am
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I love this album by Lily Allen, and the song "Littlest things" is just so sweet!
If you haven't heard her, she sounds like an everyday London Urban , worried about guys who want to "take her digits," shopping at Tesco's, her ex who's going out with the girl next door and her layabout little brother.
The music is a kind of fresh jazzy ska and it makes me smile all day long.
Get Lily Allen!
Littlest Things
Sometimes I find myself sitin back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin
And I remember when you started callin me your missus
All the play fightin, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't know why I trusted you but i knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
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Blog Mind Trap
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Posted:Jan 16, 2007 8:15 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2013 12:45 pm
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The following scenario is entirely fictitious. Whilst the characters involved are intended to bear some slight resemblance to characters found on Polyamory Date, none of them is based on any living person, especially anyone likely to take offence.
Can you solve the following question and help save our favourite romantic hunk Saturn5 from a fate worse than death?
Saturn5 has been taken prisoner by Polyamory Date and imprisoned for crimes against blogging.
He is guarded in his cell by two identical twin warders, the beautiful sex angel sisters; sexangelone and sexangeltwo.
Polyamory Date have informed him that he will be allowed one attempt to escape. His cell has two doors, but they are not labelled and he cannot tell them apart. Each is guarded by one of the identical twins, but he does not know which is which. Polyamory Date have told him however that one of the doors will lead to the blowjob of a lifetime from annawantsu2 and then freedom, while the other doorway will lead to certain death, preceded by a very unpleasant experience at the hands of RedRawErection.
Saturn5 has been told he may walk through either door, and to help him decide which door, he may ask just one question to just one of the two sex angels. He has also been told that if he questions sexangelone she will always give a truthful answer, whereas sexangeltwo will always lie. Since he cannot tell the sisters apart, can you think of a question he can ask which will help him decide which door to choose?
Post your answers, (or your questions) below, and save Saturn5 from a fate worse than death! No cheating now, post your answer first, before you look at anyone else’s!
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The Party of my LIfe
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Posted:Jan 12, 2007 10:24 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2007 2:00 pm
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Well having renamed my blog "While I was Dreaming," it seems appropriate to start with an entry which is based on a dream.
Part of what follows is purely fiction, but because none of it has happened yet, I don’t know which part. Maybe, if dreams can tell the future, then not much. Part of it was a dream I had recently, part of it is a fantasy, and it is also partly a plan. The dream and fantasy parts follow on from another dream I had recently, which was so vivid, powerful and specific that I haven’t even dared to post it here on my blog.
For a year or two now I have been planning that in a few years, on a landmark birthday, I will throw an enormous party, and invite everyone I have ever known. I will put together a band (I know lots of talented amateur musicians) and we’ll play all my favourite songs, some self written, some the best from sets I’ve played in various bands down the years. There will be a disco too, and the playlist will include only my all time favourite music. Everyone will either be young, or feel young again, stay really really late and have a great time.
So on the night there is a huge turnout. Old school friends, cricket chums, acquaintances, and my very best friends from down the years. We start with a massive dinner, a Turducken in honour of willhe69you2 and I’ve even invited all my friends from Polyamory Date but I don’t expect any of them to make it!
In my dream even The Lioness is there, with her new, third, husband. I dream that we had met once, recently after nearly two decades, and that I know she can never be to me what she once was, and I accept it gladly. But still I am both sad, and delighted to see her there.
The night is a great success; I needn’t go into too much detail, you have all been to at least one really great party. Towards the end I am on the small stage, playing the last but one of the songs I’ve planned with the band, when I notice a woman I know, but have never met has just come into the hall and is pushing her way through the crowd, standing in front of the stage. I stop singing and stare, utterly frozen. I recognized her instantly although I have only ever seen pictures of her before.
I get down from the stage and stand in front of her. To my eyes she is stunningly beautiful. All my friends have gone quiet and are watching, sensing that there is some kind of magic happening.
Every now and then in life there is a moment. Even Shakespeare had a line about it: “There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood leads on to fortune,” and all that. Some people might say that at this party I am too old to be feeling this kind of thing, but I don’t feel old, I feel 25 going on 17! Before I can say her name, ask what she’s doing here or anything, she acts first, as if to say “I know you’re not quite sure of what to do next, let me take charge of this.” She takes the step between us, slides her arms over my shoulders and round the back of my neck and kisses me, full on the lips soft but powerfully, and I know, just know, this time this will be ok.
There is a stunned silence and then, unbelievably my friends all start clapping and cheering and I have no idea what to do next. She puts her lips to my ear and says,
“I’ll be here later, just enjoy your party.” Then she walks over to the back of the room as people cluster round me saying “who the hell was that?” and “wow you kept that quiet,” and stuff like that. The band beckons me back on stage and we play the last number and I feel like I’m singing it just for her, and I know she will know this, but she pretends not to notice, standing in the background talking to one of my friends, just waiting.
Later, much later, everyone is leaving. A bunch of friends will be staying at my house, others with local friends or at B’n’Bs. The Lioness is with her husband, standing so tall and still looking amazing even though she is 42 and has had four . They are about to leave and she walks up to me to say goodbye. Incredibly she kisses me softly on the lips and says,
“You’ll be alright now won’t you.” It is a statement, not a question.
“Yes" I say, and “thanks so much for being here,” and she says,
“Wouldn’t have missed it.”
As we stand there saying our goodbyes, my surprise late guest walks up and takes hold of my arm, but it doesn’t seem at all out of place. She stands real close by my side and smiles at The Lioness affectionately and says,
“I think I can take him from here.”
Then I woke up.
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While I was Dreaming
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Posted:Jan 11, 2007 10:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2010 4:44 pm
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The suggestions have all been made for the re-naming of my blog. The votes are all in, and in the end it was a dead heat between kissu's "while I was dreaming," and "stirring the honey-pot."
I have decided to use "While I was Dreaming" for now, (no guarrantees it won't change) but thanks are also due to softasaswan and redrose for ideas I have used in the header paragraph, as well as everyone else who made such brilliant suggestions and took the trouble to vote. I hope you all had some fun with it, I certainly did.
So, welcome to The Dreamery, described by some as a place of dreams and re-awakenings. My blog is still of facts and fantasies, examining my past and my possible future, helped by friends who come from time to time and dip into the dreamscape of my mind. Nothing on this blog is a lie. When I say that nothing which follows is made up you can be sure it is the truth. Even the dreams are real dreams that I have had . And all the fantasies are my real fantasies.
There are however some questions which may never be answered:
Is it possible to actually laugh your arse off?
How sick is a parrot?
Are sandboys truly happy?
And just how mad is a box of frogs anyway?
These are mysteries, like the poise of the eagle in the air, the mystery of the way of a ship in the midst of the sea, and the incalculableness of the way of a man with a maid.
And really, I do have it all in perspective!
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Erotic Thoughts
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Posted:Jan 9, 2007 2:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2008 3:08 pm
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I have always been surprised to find that there are various quite unusual things that can give me erotic thoughts. I blogged about how I was besotted with a girl at college because of her broken tooth, and then there’s the thought of Suzy Kolber freezing on a bleak football field in Seattle! The sound of a girls name…..Kate, Catherine, Louisa, Sarah, Mmmnnnn.
I admit that sometimes I like to read a steamy tale of pure, pumping sex, like My Brush with Celebrity, by cum2kissu2, and though I am not an avid porn watcher, a well made film of a really pretty girl getting what she wants is a big turn on now and then. But since starting my blog here on Polyamory Date, I have remembered that the sexiest thing of all is just thinking about someone, and knowing they are feeling horny.
Because of the nature of this site there are a lot of women who will freely admit that they are in a semi permanent state of wanting to have sex. This may be far more common in real life than people would have us believe, or it may be that the very nature of the site singles out women (and men) who are feeling that way. (Some of you will of course say, not entirely tongue in cheek, that all men always do walk round in a state of semi, if not full, arousal! LOL ) I know a lot of the time we are not talking about sex with just anyone here….many of us, myself included are looking or maybe I should say hoping for that special mental or emotional connection.
But this means that when I visit blogs and read the comments made by all the beautiful women here, I know, just know, that they are really feeling hot! And it gets to me. It is not always necessary for a woman to have posted some erotic tale like [post 601339] or [post 512712] on her blog, or to have made a suggestive comment in mine. Sometimes, you write me just the simplest little comment or email and I feel something start stirring down south. I sit here, at my computer screen, and reading a phrase like “ I hope you had a great day” can get me feeling that I need to get laid, right now. How is she doing that to me? There is often nothing explicit in what she is saying, but somewhere in my subconscious she is pushing a button that says to my body;
“You need to get ready now, Dreamer, this woman is thinking about sex. She could be thinking about you Dreamer. You need to be ready for when she wants to kiss you. You need to have a good hard on ready for her lips when she wants to take you into her mouth. She will want to lick you softly Dreamer, starting little shocks of lust rippling through your hips and into your stomach. She might kiss your lips and let her tongue slide over yours and gently bite your lip. She might know that if she takes your cock into her mouth and puts both hands to your nipples, rolling and pinching them both at once you will probably come nearly straight away if she wants you to, pumping a soft cascade of hot cum over her tongue.”
And then of course my imagination starts to run away with me. My nipples start aching to be touched. I start thinking about what could happen if only she could be here with me. I open a word document, and start to put the thoughts of how I am feeling on the page. My fingers fly over the keyboard faster than Kermit’s expert fly-catching tongue on Kizza’s clit. (Anyone for Blueberries,) and soon I’m in the realms of the dreamery, playing wild scenarios of passion across the dreamscape of my mind. How is she doing that to me?
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Name My Blog!
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Posted:Jan 4, 2007 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2008 8:57 am
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When I first started I had no clear idea of what I was going to put on my blog except that I wanted it to be sexy, and to deal with stuff which was important to me rather than being a kind of diary. It wasn’t long before I realized that some people had really clever names for their blogs, like, “from my soapbox to yours” “Critically Challenged” or “Dancing at the Zombie Zoo”
Not long after that I was surprised and pleased when I told Jake he was “as mad as a box of frogs” and he thought it was so funny he chose it as his new blog title.
Mine just got named hotdreamer1000’s blog for the sake of a quick start, but now I think I would like to have a better name for it. Something which conjures up the essence of what it is to be Dreamer whenever you see the title. I thought of “A Dreamer Dreams,” but it’s too plain. Maybe “Dreams Facts and Fantasies,” but that has no humour. I do have another one in mind inspired by a recent trip to another blog, but I’m not sure about it. So I thought I’d throw it open to you guys and see if you could come up with something for me. So get your brains in gear, and go for something really off the wall and descriptive, something snappy and witty, and if I like any of them I will rename my blog in your honour.
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YOU are in my thoughts again
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Posted:Jan 3, 2007 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2009 3:56 am
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She isn’t really quite awake yet as I touch my lips against hers. They are warm from sleep and she lets me kiss her without being fully aware what is going on. Is she dreaming? She stirs a little and her lips part….to breathe or to kiss back?
I let my tongue run over her lips and she parts them to let me in. Awake or dreaming she is kissing me now. As ever with her it is like a drug that starts my heart racing. Her body is hot against mine and I press my hardness against her. I want to be inside her while she is still in this dreamy state, half unconscious. I hold myself above her and bring her knee up to frame my hip. She is still wet from where I came inside her earlier, and I slip into her in one long slow thrust. If she is dreaming it has been a hot one because her hips rise to meet mine and she murmurs a little groan, partly of approval, but partly of arousal.
I am in that serene state where I am aroused but relaxed and I just let the sensations build for what seems like an age, but still her mind is half asleep. Her body is fully awake now though, and when I start to suck on her nipples they are hard and sensitive to my lips and teeth. She begins to grind her hips against me. Does she know she is doing this? It is a little unlike the way she does it when she is fully awake. She is trying to make her clitoris rub against me more. Gradually her body finds its way towards its goal. She drifts to orgasm on a kind of auto pilot, and gasps a sleep filled little gasp as she gets there. I love this and it makes me follow her ecstasy with my own once more flooding her body with mine.
Still it is as if she is asleep. I feel a glorious sense of permitted violation as I lie against her again, back where we started from some time ago when I first awoke. She stirs again turns her head a little and whispers,
“Mnnnn, so lovely. Go to sleep now Dreamer.” And I do.
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Busty's game
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Posted:Jan 2, 2007 4:01 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2011 3:17 am
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Here is a game I am playing from Funflirty4u's blog, which she got from bustybettyboop's. I know just how dangerous busty's games can be because I saw the dare she gave willhe69you2 and I'm still waiting to see the resulting photograpgh! But I said I was in, so here goes!
Copy and paste the following onto your blog, then leave me a comment here, and then let the games begin. Here is how it works:
If you leave a comment, I will:
1. Respond with something random that I know or think I know about you.
2. I will tell you what song or movie or celebrity you remind me of.
3. If you are a female, I will tell you the most likely place that you and I will ever make out.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me or at the very least make some something up that may give the other bloggers something to talk about.
5. I will tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I will tell you what your name would be if you were the opposite gender.
7. I will ask you something that I have always wondered about you.
8. In order to play here you should be willing to post this yourself So please repost this in your Blog and......... Let the games begin ....
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To link to this blog (hotdreamer1000) use [blog hotdreamer1000] in your messages.
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