0 comments/ 21286 views/ 5 favorites A Dream of You By: LadyMorgain I had a dream about you. And, ohh, what a dream it was...let me tell you about it. You were lying on a floor covered in thick black carpet. As I approached the doorway, you were just finishing a book. I gave you a moment to stretch out and yawn before I would make my presence known...you looked tired. After all, you had worked all week. As I opened my mouth to speak, you stopped stretching and closed your eyes and started touching your cock through your shorts...my heart stopped and my mouth closed. I backed up quickly and peeked around the doorframe. I knew that I shouldn’t stand there and watch, but my gaze was like a magnet and refused to pull away. You were wearing only thin white silk boxers, and I could see you growing through the soft material from the across the room where I stood. The bigger your cock got, the more it strained against its prison, and the thinner the material became... My heart began to pound and my breath caught as I watched the fingers of your left hand trail over that nice hot hardness, and you moaned...you sounded like you were in fantastic pain, needing to be brought off quick and fast but wanting to savor the feeling all at once. Little drops of sweat began to glisten on your forehead and the hairs on your chest and stomach darkened even more than usual from the dampness that was gathering beneath them. As I looked at your chest, I noticed the nipples that sat atop all of that hard muscle were taut and begging for my tongue. Only half aware, I reached up through my blouse and pinched my own nipples in response. My eyes trailed their way back downward to your shorts, your hand, and that beautiful outline of a cock, and saw a small drop of precum oozing its way through your shorts. Immediately I felt my pussy grow hotter and my panties become soaked from the gush of wetness this vision before me had ensued. I heard you sigh softly with a mix of relief and anticipation as you ever so carefully pulled the boxers down past your hips and released your big hard cock from it’s restrictions. Your left hand wrapped around the base of it as you pulled up your knees. From this angle, I could see everything, and it took everything I had to not let out a moan of my own. I didn’t want you to know I was there yet...I wanted to enjoy this show a little longer. You began to stroke slowly up to the thick head of your cock and reached down with your right hand to clasp your balls...as you stroked back down, your ass lifted up just slightly to meet your fist. Watching you lying there fucking your hand, moaning and sweating and breathing fire it seemed...well, I thought I was going to die from the fire that was burning between my legs. My nipples were tingling and straining against my shirt, and as I slipped my own hand into my juice-soaked panties, another glistening drop of cum had formed at the head of your cock. It grew until it lost it’s balance, and slid down the side of your cock and over your fist. I licked my lips, dying to taste it, to lick your fingers clean. I found my clit with my fingers, slippery and wet and hard, and began to stroke myself, now needing to get off as badly as you did. You began to fuck your hand harder and faster, lubing it up with the precum. Your balls were dripping with sweat, and because of your position, I could see the little rivulets disappearing into your ass. Oooh, I was getting so hot and wet, sweating myself, as I watched this magnificent creature in front of me...all man, all by yourself, you looked like a rock-hard sex machine, and you were making me want to do things I had never even knew were possible until my imagination began inventing them right then and there. I slid my fingers down from my clit into my pussy...everything was soaked now, my hand, my panties, even my thighs, from the sweat and pussy juice. My hard nipples were very visibly poking through my now sweat-drenched blouse. I tried to match your rhythm as I feverishly finger-fucked myself with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other, but I couldn’t keep up...I would have to remove my panties. I backed up into the hall as fast as I could without making any sound...I didn’t want to miss a thing. I removed my panties and paused to inhale my own scent, to feel the reaction you had caused between my fingers. I crept back to my spying point, peeking around to make sure your eyes were still closed. The sun had begun to set, and the room was darker, bathed in a soft orange glow. Shadows were rising up everywhere, and I followed your shadow to the wall to see a huge black profile of your cock...I raised my skirt and propped one foot up on a box on the other side of the doorway, and proceeded, once again to explore my pussy with my fingers. As my gaze returned to your body, I realized that all you would have to do is open your eyes, and you would see me standing there, pussylips spread open, fingers sliding in and out...it scared me a little and turned me on at the same time. I unbuttoned my blouse with my other hand and felt the cool breeze from the open window brush past my nipples. Your cock was still sliding in and out of your fist, and more precum was slipping from that gloriously engorged head, catching the sun’s glow before disappearing between your fingers. I thought I was going to explode...I couldn’t remove my eyes from that cock...I could hear your harsh panting, and could imagine that hot breath on my skin, that big dick filling me to the top with hot cum-- “Oh, shit, yeah...” I heard you mutter, and as I glanced at your face, your eyes met mine. They had changed from their normal color of ice to a midnight blue, darkened by the intensity of the moment. My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn’t stop what I was doing. I didn’t want to. I held your gaze as I felt the first wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever had wash over me. I could feel the walls of my pussy clench and release rhythmically around my fingers, and my clit first grew harder, then seemed to disappear beneath my other hand...Your eyes roamed slowly down the length of my body as I moaned and writhed in pleasure. As I came down, I felt a rush of red in my cheeks. “Come over here...”, you whispered. Still shaking from my experience, I made my way over to you. I looked into your eyes, and then, without a word, I knelt down and took all of that big hard cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked faster and faster, like a madwoman. I couldn’t get enough of it, enough of your taste. I had to have that cum, had to have it’s hot salty taste in my mouth...had to feel it gush down my throat and warm my insides. I was overwhelmed with my hunger for you. All of the sudden you grew even harder...you lifted up off of the floor, ramming the back of my throat. I gagged, but I didn’t stop and your fingers were wrapped painfully in my hair, shoving my face down further onto your shaft, until I could feel you start to go down into my throat. It felt so good...it was what I wanted, the only thing that would satisfy me. I felt your cock start to jump, to twitch, and then I had it...I felt your cum burst into my mouth, so much of it that I couldn’t drink it all. It was pouring out the sides of my mouth and dripping all over the carpet...I sucked and licked and drank until you couldn’t take it anymore...then I woke up. Well, that was my dream. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did...goodnight. A Dream of You I dream of you. You excite my imagination and stimulate my mind. My body warms, yearning for the meaning of your words. You live in my mind, bringing joy and yet also an unfulfilled longing. There you stand before me, as radiant and glowing as I imagined. Your beauty stuns me, the twinkling in your eyes lights your face. Your mouth curves delicately in an inviting smile. Words are now unnecessary; the looks which pass between us convey all our needs. Our bodies lean towards each other with a subconscious expression of desire. At this moment, I want you more strongly and passionately then I can ever remember wanting anyone before. My hand reaches out almost involuntarily to touch your cheek. I brush your hair tenderly, caressing the side of your head and behind your delicate ear. I lean towards you, my lips lightly caressing your forehead, placing slow gentle kisses on your cheeks. I temporarily extinguish the gleam in your eyes as I brush my lips against your eyelids, but as they reopen, the gleam flares back into life with an added hunger. My kisses skirt around your lips with my tongue leaving trails of moisture behind as a calling card - and the promise of a return. My tongue massages your neck, moving more quickly as I hear your breathing accelerate. I take a long stare into the depths of your eyes, communicating with your soul. I know how much I want you - but I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. Making love transcends pure sex, when the pleasure of giving is much greater and important than the pleasure of receiving. I know all I want is to hear you groan, to feel you writhe in prolonged and repeated ecstasy. Nothing else is important - I want to make your body sing, I want to make love to your mind. My pleasure is in experiencing yours. I take mental pictures of every moment so that I can relive and enjoy them again. All my senses record the experience. Even now at the start, my senses are becoming overwhelmed - the sound of your short, rapid breathing, the feel of your hair between my fingers, the smell of your natural perfume, the taste of your skin, the sight of the hunger in your exquisite features. I pull you against me, my lips touching yours for the first time as we enter the embrace. First delicately, softly, building a rhythm of short kisses. Then, as our embrace tightens, the kisses become deeper and longer. My tongue asks permission against your teeth - they part inviting entry. I probe and explore the warm depths of your mouth. Our tongues dance around each other and yours follows mine back to its home. Time becomes immaterial; we combine together in our embrace for an unknowable period until we move simultaneously towards the bed. Laying down, I gently unbutton your blouse. As each square inch of skin is uncovered, I cover it with kisses. I don't want to miss a single piece, as I wash your body in a bath of my desire. My tongue moves down from your neck, between the mounds of your breasts, and circles around them while they rise and fall in anticipation. I kiss each breast, gently at first, avoiding your lovely button nipples which protrude proudly in an invitation to a caress and a display of arousal. My kisses become more firm, as I use my hands and face to massage your breasts, feeling your body arch beneath me. Suddenly I latch onto a nipple with my tongue, and I feel your sharp inhalation of breath. I tease it around and around, then take it between my lips and gently roll it. The nipple becomes the centre of my world, the new focus of my senses. It feels so firm and looks so perfect that I want to spend the rest of my life here. Its taste makes me want to be a new born baby so that I have a reason to stay here. The smell of your desire and the sound of your pleasure however tell me that it's time to move on. As a parting gift, I suck as much of your breast into my mouth as I can, and flick the nipple from side to side with my tongue. You hold my head in place with your hands in my hair, but I must move on, there's so much more of your body still to explore. I cover your belly with saliva caresses, and move down, down towards the jungle of pleasure. Your hips move rhythmically towards my face, but it's not yet time for those delights. I slip around, down your thighs, caressing and massaging them with my hands as well as my mouth. I teasingly brush against your moist, damp curls, blowing gently as a preview of the delights to come. Instead I move further down, introducing myself to your knees, your calves and then you feet. I suck each toe in turn, slipping my tongue between them. I feel remiss as to having to explored your back, but know that that can come later when I massage you as you recover from what is to come. I look up from your feet to see you body lain out in it's full glory above me. The wet moisture of your pussy gleams invitingly before me, your face displays it's unbearable anticipation of what is to come as it is framed perfectly behind the twin hills of your breasts. Suddenly I dive forward between your open legs, but pause an inch away from your pussy. As I start to gently blow again, you force the issue by arching off the bed, forcing your sex into my face. It's effect on me is unexpected, my control over myself instantly disappears as my senses reach overload. You taste more sweetly than I could imagine, the pungent odour of your wetness is the ultimate aphrodisiac, the feel of your bush in my face is amazing, the sight of your head swept back onto the pillow in a spasm of delight excites me, but it is the long, lingering groan of pleasure which sends me over the edge. I start licking with as much control as I can muster, first slowly over the lips, then seeking out your clitoris which swells to aid my search. My tongue forays as deeply as it can go, before returning to concentrate upon taking you to the ultimate heights. My kissing and licking become more rapid as my own desire mounts. You ask me to enter you, but I refuse - I just want to stay here to savour your orgasm without being distracted by my own pleasure. I think you've awakened a previously unknown voyeuristic side to myself - the pleasure of watching you cum is more important than expelling my own seed into you. I hope that will happen later, but for now you are the focus. Once you realise what is going to happen, you let yourself go fully. Your writhing and moans become more uncontrollable and I find it difficult to keep in contact. Your hips again move rhythmically, the rhythm of their pushes matching that of my head as it gyrates to fulfil your pleasure. I suck your folds inside my mouth, teasing my tongue between then to find it's target. I release them, only to suck in again immediately after. Over and over again I do this until I hear your breathing becoming shorter, more shallow. Then I concentrate solely upon your clit and it's surround. I reach an arm up around your leg and it latches onto your breast, tweaking the nipple between my fingers as the rest of the hand massages your glorious mound firmly. This last caress is the final catalyst. Your breathing stops and turns into a long, keening groan as your body jerks spasmodically, but I keep it firmly attached to my mouth. Your orgasm seems to last an eternity, but despite my efforts, the eternity comes to an end and your movements collapse with a glowing exhaustion. The taste of your juices in my mouth coupled with experiencing the intensity of your orgasm almost make me spatter my cum onto the bed - merely experiencing your explosion seems to telepathically bring me to the edge, but I keep it held in. I'm frightened that once I expel my desire, the dream will be over, and I want this to continue. I move up the bed and lay next to you, cradling you in my arms and gently caressing your back. Gently you slip into a light sleep, recuperating your energy for another celebration of our passion. I cannot sleep - I am reliving the experience in my mind, my body still glowing from the unrequited feelings you've aroused in me. I am also frightened to sleep, as you may not be there when I awaken. Sleep may end my dream, and at the moment I never want to sleep again. I lay there studying your body, revelling in its beauty, waiting for you to awake...