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A Late Summer's Nights Dream.
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A Late Summer's Nights Dream. Enjoying the summer air underneath the trees, looking up through the breaks in the leaves and branches, ever changing colors of green, red, purple, yellow...hearing a rumble... wondering, wondering,...a chain saw nearby, cutting into my forest? It's to the right of you. You need to get up and stop it. Need to get up and, need to get... Up. What? Oh, it's me. Lying next to you, sound asleep. Asleep, like you were, only snoring into your ear. Oh well. You had use the bathroom anyway. You get out of bed and head to the john. The pressure ebbs, but You are still awake. You wash your hands and head back to bed, thinking you might still rest until you see me sprawled over the bed from left to right, still lying face up, your mouth open and snoring. Hmmm. Yes. As close to perfect as real life affords. You return to the bathroom and grab a washcloth and wash your stiff cock – a little soap, a little rinse – making it all the stiffer. Your hand reaches to hang it up, then stops. Yet another thought crosses your mind. First you venture to the kitchen, and get a bowl of water, then carry it back to the bedroom with a fresh washcloth. I am still sprawled over, leaning almost off the bed. Slowly, carefully, You tie first one arm and then the other to the tethers we have ever ready at the feet of the bed frame. I become vaguely aware of my situation and groggily gain a measure of consciousness. I look up to see your cock looming over my face – firm, hard, in all its welcome glory. Slowly your presence registers along with the presence of your cock. Slower still, I become more aware of my vulnerability. My legs begin to part, as they always do, when I get turned on, when I am so ready to submit. I stretch, then realize I can't reach my clit with my fingers. I can't reach for anything, really. And I ache. I fucking ache for your cock hovering above me. I ache for your touch. I ache to feed my growing lust. A low moan escapes my lips, the moan of need that You crave to hear. The moan that tells you I am yours to use as I wish. You know my throat is dry, too dry for your purposes. The washcloth is brought to hover over to my lips. A few drops are squeezed out into my throat, letting my mouth become moist. You have plans, and I know what they are. More drops squeeze out, and I swallow. There will be plenty more to swallow soon enough. Bending just a touch to set the cloth into the bowl, You return your cock to that teasing tormenting remove above my face, letting me see and appreciate its whole length. Stroking it, a drip of pre-cum lingers at the tip, then lowering beneath a thinning strand to your lips. The desperation of that first taste, that first addictive taste overcomes me. Your cock brushes teasingly over my cheeks, the soft rose petal feel drawing more of my breath. Another strand lays upon my lips, drawn from one side to the other. My tongue darts out to touch your cock. With that, You lift. A few seconds later the wet washcloth snaps over my clit, sending a tingling sharp sensation into my body. Then another, sharper still. "Greedy cum slut aren't you?" "Fuck yes!" I cry. "I need it. Please? Don't make me wait." Another stinging snap, and another, on my cunt. Then two snaps on the tip of each nipple. Leaning forward, You thrust your cock hard and long into my mouth till You bump against my throat, holding for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing. My lips close, holding on as best they can. My tongue swings wildly around, seeking to snare the shaft. You almost pull out – slow, taunting, tormenting. I hear your breath, as you hold, lingering, lingering on my lips. Another "Snap!" of the cloth on my clit opens my legs wide. My mouth opens sympathetically. You could thrust however you wish; anywhere that you wish, and you do wish and thrust again to my throat. Your balls hit my nose. I try to breath, but I can't. You back off just a little, letting me fill my lungs again. You back off more, half out of my mouth. Your hands decant some more water from the cloth down your cock, wetting my mouth yet more. You like it wet. You like your cock to slide smooth and deep. You love the suction of wet lips as You thrust into me. Leaning back to my work, or rather play, setting the pace – strong, steady, filling my every greedy slutty need for cock - my need to devour, to seize whole, to engulf and feast. Yes, You command; but I obey only for me. I heed only my desperate need filled to overflowing. As I take more, You thrust more. As I open you fill. Again, the cloth heavy with moisture is in your hands. Snapping my clit while keeping pace with the fucking of my mouth. A "Snap!" precedes a thrust, in full beating measure. I feel my own ache being fed. Fucking my mouth. Pulling, then fucking again, strong, hard, forceful. Whipping my cunt in counterpoint, bring the snap of the cloth left then right. Thrust. snap. Thrust. snap. Thrust again. My moans muffled by your cock. Losing your breath through exertion even as I lose yours through your thrusts. Your control disappears, to be overcome by mine. My heels pressed to the bed, my cunt risen in the air, taking the snaps on the cloth and greedy for more. My straining meets yours. Straining. Straining Straining. The cum floods past my lips, and my cunt presses the air for the next tormented touch, taking it, taking it, taking it, then falling back crashing to the bed. Crashing as the last crash of cum leaves your cock to bathe my throat and immerse my tongue. Your hand reaches down to sustain my head, to let me breath easy. Your lips press against mine, kissing me. You release the tethers one by one and rub my wrists. I fall back into a glorious dream state with a smile on my lips. |
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grat blog.. can we chat more???? maybe what part of cincinnati u in
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this is one hot tale by the way, gave me a fat boner last night!
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