| Straight: Masturbation: Dream Lover (1/2) |
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I wake from dreaming, the remnant warmth of my dream lover still covers me, the sound of his breath still ringing in my ears. His hand moves between my legs, fingers coating in the moistness of my dew. The heel of his hand presses against my labia, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my belly, and his teeth nip my bottom lip – a forewarning against the moans of pleasure threatening to emit from my mouth. His weight shifts as fingers breach my labia, sliding gently inside to pull back the hood covering my hardening clit, exposing the nerve-filled button to his probing fingers. A sighed breath escapes my mouth and I hear him whisper words, their meaning lost in the distance separating us. His mouth moves to cover mine briefly, his tongue swiftly, quickly dominating my mouth, the taste of his intent as real as sunlight spilling through the undressed windows. Without warning his mouth leaves mine to travel down my body, the contact of his lips against my flesh electrifying as he begins his descent. He hesitates to run his tongue over my nipples, before continuing, leaving them tingling with the wetness of his mouth. My hips rise to meet his mouth as his breath falls against my cleft of Venus - willing the contact between us. I'm rewarded as his fingers pull apart my labia, his mouth lowering urgently as if starved of the taste of my honeyed cunt. My fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue travels the length of my sex, stopping only to toy with my exposed and hardened clit. Replacing tongue with fingers, he gathers moisture, his tongue working back down toward my fuck tunnel before sliding inside the glossy slickness. He turns onto his back, mouth never breaking contact with my pussy, forcing me to turn with him, until our places are reversed, with him underneath me. He controls my pleasure with the rhythm of his tongue and fingers. A hand snakes along my belly, cupping a breast, rolling and pulling a nipple between finger and thumb. Orgasm begins to grip me and I grind down on his mouth, my juices coating his face as pleasure mounts, finding me a willing subject to be ridden. Moans build in my throat, forcing me to lower my head into the soft, downy pillow before me, filling my mouth to stop my cries alerting others in the household of my lust filled dreams. My lover pushes fingers inside me, fast-paced, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing it, hastening my approach to the edge of orgasm. I feel his tongue flick out sporadically, catching the drips of liquid pleasure, his breath rasping against my flesh - urging my orgasm faster, closer. As it builds, sending my senses reeling, I moan, deep, guttural moans that bring me out of my dream fugue. My lover dissipates with my consciousness - leaving me on my knees, my hands not pressed against head, or fingers tangled in his hair, but buried deep within the folds of my pussy, my juices running down over my hand. My face buried in the pillow, stifling the moans issuing from my throat. When my orgasm subsides, I become aware of the morning noises from the other parts of the house. Moving my hand from between my legs, I rise from the bed, padding softly past the window, grabbing a towel and heading toward the bathroom. A sigh escapes my lips as a memory jumps unbidden into my head. Locking the bathroom door, |
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