I woke in such the best softest friskiest mood. I had one of those 5:22-7:18 dreams, in that awake lucid state, where the vision seems so real.
I was with the most velvety girl. We were shy and awkward, she less than me, I tried to feign like I was an expert, and she let me. As my head lowered between her legs, and my tongue dipped between her lips, I could taste the flavor of honey, like she put a dab there just for me. God she tasted good. I spread her with my tongue, my two fingers slowly entering her—just a little bit, just to that ever elusive sweet spot. She is whimpering, her belly rising, her cunt filling my mouth. I’m lapping and devouring her smooth sugar filled pussy.
In return—she, crawling the length of my body her fingers fucked me to come. Her lips on mine, kisses beyond man kisses. Wet dream kisses, finger fucking, my hands exploring her landscape, her back, body, ass, my hand locked in her cute crop hair. Relentless her fingers on my pussy bring me to soak on her big down filled comforter.
And then I wake not suddenly, but odd and slow not like a usual dream, it actually got to have a conclusion, we parted, I said goodbye to her family, her sisters. We had fucked in her room with her entire family in the house. The door closed behind me and I woke up.
Now I am very horny, ready to flirt all day long. So…what’s a vixen to do?
There is a gentleman who I have been flirting with online. Well– he wants to come by the library today and look for me in the stacks. This happens to be a biggie for me, of course. God I love library fantasy. Before I started writing the blog, I used to write back and forth with one particular spicy lamb-chop, we wrote such a sizzling library tale. He and that first little piece of library erotica still makes the kitty wet and ache. I have always had the library fantasy it just has expanded in all these years.
I like the idea of the stalker at the library, following me trying to analyze my wicked ways. Thinking he knows me. Maybe he asks me reference questions; maybe he just hides in the stacks and watches with his thick bone getting thicker. Maybe one day he won’t be able to stand it any longer and follows me to the parking garage, and in his fumbling eager way tries to take me by force. I would be freaked, but dripping wet at the same time.
I like the idea of retrieving a book from the lower shelves for you, squatting before you, gazing up. My mouth so wet and willing, my lips part my tongue licks as my head tilts up toward you rising meat. Your hand lowers to my head, grasping the hair from the back of my neck pulling me into your cock. I can smell your rise beneath your pants, I must have it, here right now as we hide behind the tall stack of books, the smell of pages and cock. Let my lips taste you; fill me with words and cum.
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