Dreams

We closed the door and the curtains (at least halfway) early in the afternoon and didn’t come up for air for hours. I was tingling with anticipation. It was far from our first time, but it was an experience we hadn’t shared. We had more time, more freedom and we had the night.

His touch was intoxicating. I fell on the bed and wanted to savor every moment, every kiss, every look, every sigh. I wanted to just breath it all in and never let it out. We fucked so many times and in so many ways that I can’t even remember where we began. Our passion is so perfectly matched that it’s as if we were truly made for each other – my body created for him, his body created for me.

Our clothes spent more time draped over the chair, or piled in the floor than they spent on us. We stayed in bed most of the afternoon, leaving only once to run for a bite to eat in an effort to build up some energy. The rain began falling, which called us back to bed even faster. Every second was perfect.

We explored each other’s bodies completely, him pleasing me in every way, as no one ever has. I’ve never been so satisfied. I love his perfect, thick cock. It fills me and makes me scream. I also love his hands that can be both tender and rough. And how could I not mention his mouth, with those hot, passionate kisses that make my knees weak and my pussy wet. I simply love everything about him. We are so good together.

The night proved to be just as fulfilling as I’d hoped. I peacefully went to sleep beside him, comfortable in a way I’m not sure I’d experienced before. Our night was a combination of deep, contented sleep interrupted with touches and kisses that led to that middle of the night, sleepy love making that almost feels like a dream.

And it was a dream, is a dream – a dream I want to dream over and over again, a dream I hope to have for a very long time.

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Your Touch

I woke up so wet this morning, dreaming of you touching me during the night, imagining you curling up behind me, feeling your hard cock pressing against me. I imagined your hands moving over my body. I remembered your touch. I found myself trying to replicate it, tracing my fingers over my arms, my breasts, down my stomach, over my thighs. It’s not the same. Oh how I wish it was the same. Still, I continued, finding the wetness between my legs, spreading the folds, exploring within. Again, trying to imitate you, the gentleness and firmness of your fingers, pushing, probing, rubbing, plunging. I grew wetter and wetter with thoughts of you. I escaped into those sexy eyes and then focused completely on your perfect cock. Tingles moved through my body, from my pussy down my legs, up through my breasts, into my head. Heat enveloped me, consumed me. Pleasure took over and a moan escaped through my winded breath. Another orgasm aided by thoughts of you, leaving me wanting more than anything... your touch.

Weekends

Sometimes I hate the weekends. Weekends mean little contact. Weekends mean no flirting, no silly conversation and definitely no sex. I miss you on the weekends. I want to be with you on the weekends. I want to be with you every day. Again, I’m being selfish, but I just can’t seem to get you out of my mind today and to be perfectly honest, I don't even want to.

Foreplay

He drives me wild, makes me crazy, sends me places I’ve never been. I sat down as instructed and watched him walk toward me. I love that look in his eyes. Is it desire, want, need? I don’t care. I love it no matter what it is.

He pushed my legs apart and then surprised me by sitting in the floor, pushing my skirt up and quickly licking my already wet pussy. Yes, I was wet. A few minutes with him and I’m wet. Always. Everyday. Sometimes the phenomenon makes for a very long day. Most days, it pays off.

I’m one of those strange women that cums rather easily just from fucking. The feel of his thick, hard cock buried deep inside me sends me spinning. I’ll cum over and over without any real attention to my clit or anything else. Oh, he’s always good to my clit anyway, giving it plenty of attention, which adds to the experience, but because I love fucking so much, I sometimes rush foreplay. It’s nice, but I don’t have to have it to get warmed up.

He wanted to play with me today though, spreading my legs and licking my pussy, making me breathless and so hot I could hardly stand it. The feel of his tongue moving up and down my slit, in and out of my hot pussy was incredible – licking and flicking and sucking. I lost touch with reality pretty fast.

When he pulled back and went to work with those magic fingers I began bucking and shaking uncontrollably. I wondered for a moment how he finds that g-spot so quickly, then just as easily quit caring. I wanted to beg him to never stop, but simply couldn’t form the words. I was cumming and cumming so hard that I went limp. I was almost in the floor when I realized where I was. I pulled myself up, halfway straightening my skirt, giggling a bit.

Hours later, as he unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward me with that unbelievable cock, I couldn’t help thinking that I really do enjoy the foreplay. I sucked his thick cock with a newfound excitement. I always savor sucking his cock, but this time it was even better, oddly enough. He was so hard and long. I love trying to get all of it in my mouth, deep throating for as long as I can. Soon though he was pounding my pussy with that amazing cock and I was cumming again, this time in waves, over and over, my juices running down his balls. Eventually, we came together in such an explosion that I could hardly contain the screams. He grabbed hold of me as if he felt the same way.

We are so good together. It just doesn’t get better than what we have. I feel so lucky to have him in my life.