An erotic dream can send the mind over the edge. I tend to have ones that are totally out of the normal for me. Normally I am very dominate, but when sleep consumes me, something snaps. I turn into a little submissive puppet. I wanted to share a recent one with you.
He placed his hand on the center of her back, pushing her hard to the mattress. She had denied and teased far too long. One push of her flimsy skirt up and he exposed her ample ass. God damn, that was worth the wait.
Round and supple, her flesh quivered beneath him. One yank and the sheer white panties gone. He noticed the damp panel but said nothing. Why embarrass her even more? Holding her down with one hand, he used the other to release the tension in his pants. The zipper now down allowed his throbbing cock to spring forward and hit her ass cheek with a silent thud.
Erotic dreams are a wish that your heart makes.
Singing a childhood rhyme in his head, he tapped between her pussy and ass. Placing the head on her pristine entrance, the look on his face was that of a devious lion. One push, only one, and his cock tore into her pussy walls. It was her screams that threatened to break every glass in the room that sedated him the most.
The folds perfect, he knew the moment he was fully inside what heaven felt like. Rich and untapped fluid guided the head deep enough to nestle against her cervix. He was home the moment the lion silenced the lamb.
Erotic dreams or did it happen? Did I drop down and submit to this man? I guess that’s for me to know, and you to never find out.
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