Wet Dream

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Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, True Story, .

Desc: Romantic Story: Dreaming of lover leaves woman feeling more then just wet.

I look at the clock as I step into the bedroom and sigh as I give up the idea that you will be with me tonight. I have yet again lost you to a life that consumes your every waking moment and even though I know that you are content with what you have, I can't help but wish you would want for something more. To be here with me. I hurriedly strip off my clothes and slip into the warmth of my bed before the cold of the room can chill my flesh.

'Maybe you'll just be late be a little late', I think as I surround myself in the soft blankets and pillows of the bed. Warmth surrounds the small nest I have buried my own nakedness in and before I can stop I am falling into sweet relaxation. Surrounded by warmth and softness the weight of my body falls away as I slip into my sweet dream place.

It's so very warm in here, almost hot and I can't take the blankets much anymore. Pushing them off of my humid skin the chill in the room feels good. Surrounded by softness and warmth, a quick shock of bristling cold adds to the excitement that's building inside me. It makes my body grow taut and my nipples fully erect. It's almost like they're pulsing and the cold on them makes me wish for the heat of your mouth surrounding me. I fall deeper still until I feel the slide of rough hands up my torso and brush my erect nipples, softly rubbing across them, then cupping my breasts.

Is this real? A dream? Whatever it is – it's completely out of my control and the way it's making me feel, the intensity of heat that's building inside me, torturously hot in some places while the chill that touches me, excites me and feels even more real.

I see you so very clearly and I capture your stare. I look into your eyes, the intensity of your somber gray eyes bore through me. I gasp for air. I feel millions of tiny little vibrations over my body. They're on my neck and they move around, soft, but intense. Gently at the nape of my neck and softly rolling upwards. Softly behind my ear and hot breathe, wet tongue, very lightly, leaving a chilled trail on my skin. Down again to the nape, to that magic spot that will drop me to my knees and leave me begging. I am owned by you and I not only have no power against it, but I am willingly submissive to it. I let it take control. Allow myself to succumb and respond. I am so weak with every burst of touch I feel a very deep and strong pulse surging below. I am so hot, and my body searching for you to completely consuming me.

The intensity with which you look at me sends another hot pulse through me and I feel myself grasping in a natural response to what's happening. My body is yearning, muscles flexing, reaching out for you. Wanting to touch and taste you. You fuel the fire that has completely taken over. Before my eyes you are there, we are close to one another. Not actually touching, but close enough to feel hot breathe. You notice my shallow breathes, I continue to stare into your eyes. It feels like a doorway and I can see inside. I am not afraid, I open my doorway, you are welcome here and are free to make yourself at home. Something about you makes me feel safe and warm. You are very comfortable and more so, satisfying, because there is no fear. I have already signed myself over. I am here for you. I am owned by you because I have given myself to you.

I trust you completely, so rare, has never happened before. There are small fears of you leaving and I try to push them away. Wanting to enjoy completely the overwhelming desire that's filling me. Something about you allows me the ability to give you permission to be open to show you how you make me feel. To let you experience that which you alone have created. Without even knowing it, this is what you have done by simply being you. Just as you are. You're a very powerful man.

I feel your breathe, warm against my lips. My tongue dances across my lips, hungry, starving for you. Still falling deeper, drawn deeper and further. A small whimper escapes my mouth. My whole body is alive. Must taste you. Must feel your tongue. Your lips, so hungry. My lips part, tongue running along the bottom of my teeth. No space separates us and I'm still lost in your eyes. I'm lost inside of you.

Firm lips crush mine and you're so addicting flavor washes over my senses. Our tongues meet, touching each other, tasting each other. I touch you, softly running my fingers up your chest massaging your shoulders, your neck. Running my fingers along your neckline and ever so gently along the rim of your ear. Our kiss intensifies, cannot get enough. Must have more. I caress your mouth, lips, and tongue with my own. Must consume. Must please. Must allow myself the freedom to pleasure you.

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