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Sometimes it is You
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Sometimes it is You I spend the evening checking out a few blogs. An email comes from a blog-world friend and we discuss life, the universe and everything. I go to bed alone. The sheets feel cool and soft against my arms and between my legs. My eyes close and there, inside my head, someone is with me. She has bright, questioning eyes, soft skin, and warm sensuous lips. Sometimes it is you. I never know who it is going to be. I can not control that. It has been my silky blonde, and it has been my amorous flower . Sometimes it might be perfectsmile4u, it could be annawantsu2, and sometimes it is you. Tonight it is you and I hold you close, feeling your fragile bones in my strong arms. You lie half against me and run your hands over my skin. You whisper in my ear. “I’m glad it’s me tonight,” your voice sounds breathy; incredibly sexy. Because you are my fantasy you want me in a way that only a woman who has her own fantasy can. I know that somewhere you are in your own bed, and that in your head I am with you too. Your room is quiet. Or maybe there’s a faint, vibrating buzz in the background. But mostly I think you just lie back, lick your middle finger and think of me. That’s how you get into my head, and now, as I said, you are lying next to me under my right arm. Your hair covers my shoulder and you run your hands over my skin. Or is that my hands over your skin? I gently scratch the fingernails of my right hand along your spine and you murmur something and slide your knee up across the hard muscles of my thighs. Your leg is soft and smooth and hot, and I feel a ruff of pubic hair against my hip as you rub yourself gently against me. Your breast is against my ribs. I take your nipple between my thumb and the first finger of my left hand and squeeze it gently. Your whole body stiffens. Or is that my body? I twist and release then twist and release again knowing exactly what you are feeling because I am feeling it too. We both know what is going to happen. It is as if our minds are one. In a way they are, because you are there in my head. I imagine that in the quiet of your room your middle finger is doing its work, made slippery now by the wetness between your legs, the same wetness I can feel hot against my hip. You are rubbing steadily with long slow stokes, soft but firm. My cock is stiffening against your stomach, and you reach your free hand down and curl your delicate fingers around my shaft. Your thumb rubs at the sensitive skin just below the tip, smoothing in a tiny drop of pre-cum. I am fully hard now and try to relax and let you work on me as only you know how, rather than straining and stiffening all my muscles, tempting though that is. It is dark inside my room and my eyes are closed, and yet I can see your wicked smile, the curve of your body and your gorgeous eyes. Your hand slides up and down my cock while your finger keeps rubbing your own clit at the same time. You know you are going to make us come. I am watching the stiff dark bud of your nipple as I squeeze it between my finger and thumb, I am watching the rise and fall of your stomach as your breath begins to come faster. Or is that my breath? I can hear you in my head moaning, gasping, beginning your orgasm as you lie against my side. Then I am coming too, spurts of cum slap hot against your belly and run across my hip, hot against our skin, slippery under your fingers. You have pushed two fingers deep inside yourself, (your fingers, my fingers, our fingers,) and you ride them through a long, satisfying orgasm, sliding your body over the wet cum between us, intertwining your soft shaved legs with mine, feeling the rough hair of my legs between your soft thighs. All the time I am looking at your beautiful face, wondering how it is you can be here, glad that tonight it is you. Your features soften into a warm smile, and you press yourself against me. We talk, we understand each other so well. Before long our minds begin to drift, we find it difficult to keep focused on each other. Finally we sleep. But in that sleep, what dreams may come? |
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I was blown away when i read this, i'll explain why in an email. Really beautifully writted Dreamy. I love this post. Kissu 
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My last email from you was 13th December, K, to which I replied pretty much straight away. Lots of people have been complaining about stuff not getting through, should there be something more recent, or is it that you have not recieved mine?
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I was blown away when i read this, i'll explain why in an email. Really beautifully writted Dreamy. I love this post. Kissu
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Hi there PSD, yes I think so! Hope you have a few.
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12/19/2006 7:06 am |
That was absolutely amazing! I don't even know how to say what thoughts this brought to my mind...it is like you have perfectly described what it is to fantasize about someone...to be alone with your thoughts, but to become lost somewhere between the fantasy and reality--not quite sure any longer where one begins and the other ends.... {=}
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That was absolutely amazing! I don't even know how to say what thoughts this brought to my mind...it is like you have perfectly described what it is to fantasize about someone...to be alone with your thoughts, but to become lost somewhere between the fantasy and reality--not quite sure any longer where one begins and the other ends.... {=}
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Can't wait to hear hotlips!  hahaaPouts my lips & blows my best...... Kissu
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12/25/2006 6:45 pm |
Hun...even if there were one or two more in the bed with You...it sounds so sensual and wonderful...Happy thoughts always. hugs to YOU, flo
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Oh. My. God. .i wish I could still write like that! Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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Oh. My. God. .i wish I could still write like that!
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i'm going back down.... hehe Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi ..
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