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Wet Dreams . . .
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Wet Dreams . . . Every one has heard the jokes, the stories, even the bad movie lines about the age guy and the<b> wet dream. </font></b>Sticky sheets and the morning hard on. But how many people really get into detail about what we women go through when we wake up after the most erotic of dreams to find ourselves drenched in sweat and cum. Our bodies sensitive to the way the sheet moves away from our erect nipples. The female<b> wet dream </font></b>is just as intense; just as vivid and definately just as exciting as a man's. You want to know something else boys . . . we girls usually remember our dreams more clearly when we wake up. Let me share with you the dream I had last night. It was one that left me breathless this morning. And believe me, that is something that is normally difficult to do. . . I am wandering home after a few too many drinks and see a vaguely familar face in the lamplight ahead. "Hello!" I said. But it seems he didn't hear me, instead he turned in place and began to walk away. In my current state, I was too drunk to realize that this man was not who I had thought him to be. Rather than let him go on his way, I ran after him. Catching him as he rounded the corner of the alleyway, he spun around and looked me right in the eyes. I sensed immediately that he was not a friend. "What can I do for you?" he asked me. I stepped back, unsure of what to say, stumbled over my own feet and fell to the street. He leaned over to assist me up and my skirt fell open exposing my bare legs to this stranger. "Nice view" he said. "Thanks" I replied. In my drunken honesty I admitted to him "I have on no underwear, I was hoping to meet up with my friend and get lucky tonight. I thought you were him." He smiled at me, "Is that so?" I looked away embarrassed. He pulled me into him, kissed my mouth and began to slide his hands under my skirt. His hands were dirty and rough, his touch felt aggressive. His mouth tasted like bitterness, alcohol and cigarettes. He started to tear at the buttons on my blouse, unclasped my bra with one hand. He worked his fingers between my legs. I was so hot, so wet. I could feel my nipples getting so hard and tight beneath his fingers. He bent his head to take my nipples into his mouth, I moaned as currents of fire coursed through my body. Heat radiating between my thighs. His fingers burried deep between my legs, penetrating, searching, stroking, sliding, deeper and deeper inside. I could feel myself begin to climb closer to climax, his teeth pinching my nipples tightly between them. Sending prickles of pain and pleasure through my body as my knees weakened and threatened to give way on the street corner where we stood. He lifted my legs around him, placed my back against the wall and unzipped his pants. He gave me access to his manhood. Let me wrap my fingers around his throbbing hardness. Allowed me to stroke him, Feel him pulse within my palm, I could feel the muscle of his manhood flex and relax with each breath he took. From the base to the head I slid my hands over him, up and down and back again. Wanting to feel him inside of my mouth. He grabbed me by the hips lifted me against the wall, and settled me down upon him, sliding himself inside of me, deeper and deeper until I thought that I could take no more. I let out the softest of moans so that he knew my pleasure. Then he began to stroke me from within. Slowly at first. Gently. Then faster and harder, deeper and stronger until neither one of us could completely catch our breath nor express more pleasure than the sounds of primal panting and growls that came from the hunger that kept growing with every stroke he took. Finally, against the wall he slammed into me and we exploded in one another's arms. Exhausted. I slid down his body to the sidewalk beneath us. Slid father still to my knees. Knelt at his feet and took his dripping wet member into my mouth and licked and sucked the memory of our moment together from him. Tasted it, drank it in. After every last bit of it was gone, all of it had been suckled off by my tongue and lips, I stood. He kissed my neck and told me I was beautiful. He reminded me that I was there to meet a friend. I said "I met a new one instead". I asked him his name and he said "You know my name, I am the friend you came to meet." I'd love to hear some of your fantasies, wet dreams, etc . . . tell me about it!  ~Angel  |
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9/15/2005 6:57 pm |
nasty giiiiiirrrrrrrllllllll I love it roaming the cyber streets of blogland  
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