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A dream of you
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A dream of you Mmmmm....i can smell you now...sweet like fresh water mixed with exotic scents..yet underneath a strong musk that tells no lies. Wrapped in a loving shroud you trip across the wooden floor and light upon the bed...cold sheets harden the flesh as you unfold into your cocoon...warmth and cold mix easing your body..eyes shut. Images spring forth upon the screen of your mind…creativity and passion mix......hands become slowly active on soften skin...playing gently to tickle and tingle..smells blow through your mind like a summer breeze in hair and your body begins to respond to your caressing touch. It is in this manner that I find you...lips swollen and legs apart you are enjoying what you have to offer..I steal into your room like a cloak caught up in the wind enveloping you with passion..eyes shut. You see me for what I am..will be and allow this guise to draw near..the gaze is met and held..everything is understood. Energies combine and you feel my touch stroking your face..fingers following lines down the bridge of your nose across your lips behind you neck..my chest hair tickles you as i slowly lift you allowing my hand to follow the contour of your back...hot breath on your ear..lips pressing against you skin hands molding the flesh of your backside..you reach out to embrace me but im not there..warmth..a gentle sucking sensation on your nipple now..your nerve endings alight with fire..slow but sure a flick of the tongue over erect nipples being squeezed by strong hands..hips quiver your back arches a moan escapes..eyes shut. Viewing from above you see yourself in an erotic state..flushed cheeks..stiff nipples..your hands wander from your breasts to your stomach and further...my lips lock with your inner folds positioning themselves so as to secure the tongue and its lustful wanderings..lower at first it explores hidden delights poking here stroking there..long deft licks combined with pressure from lips help to increase sensitivity of already swollen cavities..finally a bud is produced and sensing its nearness the tongue rushes to embrace its love...slowly at first the tongue will outline its area..tip to tip the two meet long circles fill in the outline and the gentle pressure becomes more urgent..needy..a perfect seal is formed as hands start to knead flesh..the tongue like a baton in a conductors hand begins orchestrated movements that enable the bud to play..a symphony for two by two...the tempo increases the playing becomes feverish..where does it begin? where does it end..blood rushes across the tracks..muscles flex and harden, the roar of the lust permeates the air as the symbols crash with a silent crescendo..eyes shut. Watching a tiny drop from on top fall with assertiveness it builds and tumbles gathering with it all the strength of nature..it reaches the bottom and explodes with force and light..then ends..eyes shut. |
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