0 comments/ 17793 views/ 6 favorites Wishful Dream By: devle So you want to know my fantasy as we lie in bed? I’ll tell you. I think that I’m kind of a dirty, kinky girl I like a little play before you take me. Let me begin. We’re in the bedroom and it’s dark only a few candles burning. I’m dressed in one of your shirts and some skimpy panties and you are there in a pair of black boxers. I can’t help but stare at your smooth golden skin the carved stomach and chiseled chest. I want you so much as I stand against the far wall just looking at you. My hair is down and I can feel the silk of it against my bared shoulders. I love your green eyes the way you stare at me as if waiting for my next move. Suddenly I come up to you separating the several feet of distance between us. You look like you expect my embrace instead I grasp your thick shoulder, loving the heat of your skin and I turn you hard so that you slam face first into the wall behind you. I have one of your arms twisted up behind your back I’m not exerting much pressure but you know you can’t escape easily. Your other hand is braced up against the wall. I lean close my lips on your ear hearing the now rapid intake of your breath. I close my eyes feeling tiny tremors beneath my flesh. I run my lips up the side of your neck gently kissing your pulse. “I love you.” I whisper and I do. I love you so much it hurts. I move my mouth to your shoulder and bite you hearing your quick intake of breath at the sudden pain. I soothe the teeth marks with my tongue. I never knew a man like you existed. That you would come down and be with me. Love me the way I love you. Your wrist is so huge I can barely wrap my hand around it. I lean more into you letting you feel my breasts against your naked back. Can you feel my nipples? I want you so badly. I place my free hand against the nape of your neck dragging my palm up to caress your hair and scalp I lightly dig my nails into the tender skin. I admire the color of your hair. The way it shines even now in the flickering candlelight a deep, glossy black. Trailing my hand down from your hair I wrap my hand about your neck loving the slight shaking that I feel from you. I lick the nape of your neck. The skin is tender and protected by your slightly long hair. I covet your taste, the way you feel on my tongue. In one surprise move you spin about freeing yourself and then it is my turn to be face first against the way. Using your weight you press me to the wall which leaves your hands free to roam. You grasp my ass then using your fingers as claws you rake the sensitive flesh pulling my panties down and away. You then lean close to me placing your cheek against mine and for a moment we breathe the other’s breath. You love the tiny purrs that emerge from my lips part sigh, part moan. You move your hands from my ass to slip between the wall and I to cup my breasts gently caressing them feeling their weight and heat. You pinch my hardened nipples making me moan aloud. You want to be closer so you slide one knee up parting my thighs pushing your knee up so that your thigh is pressed hard up against my cunt. I can’t take much more of this the way you touch my breasts and push up against my cunt with your hard thigh. I begin to buck my hips against you so that you can feel my wetness soaking and burning your skin. I throw my neck back leaning my head on your shoulder and you cover my neck with hot drugging kisses as we move with you thrusting your thigh harder into my tender cunt and my hips restless and seeking. I can’t control the low sexy moans that emerge from my throat. I’m so close until you move your both hands. Taking one of them I can see you from the corner of my eye bring the fingers of one hand up to your mouth as you lick the first two fingers of that hand. That is so erotic and I let my eyes drift closed as you slide your hands underneath the shirt I’m wearing to touch the bare trembling skin of my ribs, waist and hips. Resting one hand low on my inner thigh you use your other hand with the wet fingers to part the sopping folds of my cunt to find my clit. You start in slow even circles that drive me crazy gradually beginning to increase in speed. I’m crying and panting before I’m cumming in your arms. You never let up on the rhythm you’ve set on my clit relentlessly driving your hard thigh up harder into me. I love this feeling of helplessness as you bite my neck. I love the surrendering of myself to you in your arms. You push my hair aside with one hand to feast on the nape of my neck spreading kisses all along the length. Both of my hands are flat against the wall I’m trying to keep myself erect so that I don’t melt at your feet. But we both know this is no where near enough. Removing your knee you bring your hands down my hips to my inner thighs before you stroke back up fondling and caressing my cunt subtly forcing my thighs wider apart. I can feel your cock so thick and hard pressed against my back you remove one hand from me to pull down your black boxers. My whole body tenses up waiting for that inevitable sense of penetration, the feel of you deep inside my body. In one hard thrust you come deep inside my cunt throbbing and pulsing inside me. I’ve never had another lover, why should I ever want another when you are all I ever asked for? Your hands come up and I feel the heat of them, the strength, as you place them over my hands pressing slightly so as to keep mine in place. I love the moans that come from you the way you thrust harder and harder. You know I love it hard. I can feel the head of your cock slam up against my tender womb and the sensation makes me cry out. Over and over you pound into me. God, whatever you do don’t stop. And you don’t. You fuck me senseless, mindless. All I know is the feel of you, the heat of your body. You’re the only thing I ever loved. Harder, harder. I’m cumming again and I don’t want to stop. Your fingers move into the spaces between mine piercing me in another way. We tightly hold onto the others’ hand. The air is redolent with the scent of sweat, heat and sex I can feel your body stiffen up and then I feel the hot rush of cum deep inside me. We stay locked together like that for a long moment with you buried inside me. You lean your damp forehead against the back of my shoulder I can feel your ribs expand and contract with each breath. After a while you move away from me and I turn against the wall so that I face you. I lick my lips loving the feral, wild eyed look that you have right now. I watch as your electric green eyes look me up and down pausing at my thighs. I follow your eyes and see the crimson streaks of blood that paint the fair skin. I look back up at you and our eyes lock. You fucked me so hard I bled. I want to be the only one that bleeds for you. We don’t say anything and then you drop to your knees; which surprises me. You bring your hands up to grasp my hips laying your head against my womb for a second before you dip your head. I jump at the wet feel of your tongue on my thighs licking away the blood. You feel so good as I spread my legs more for you with your tongue licking the folds of my cunt tasting a mixture of my cum and yours salted with my blood. You look up at me your mouth painted with a smear of blood. I pull you up close to me my arms tight about you as I kiss your lips deeply tasting myself on your tongue. I push you away a little bringing my hands up to the collar of the shirt pulling it apart as we both hear the littering tink of the buttons as they hit the wooden floor baring my breasts to you. All you can hear is my soft laugh as you bend down to suckle my breasts as I caress your head. I can feel you hard once again and I know that I want you one more time. The same way you want me. Insatiable. I’ll always want you. Wishful Dreaming This is my very first actual attempt at writing something adult, I thought I might show some of my early musings and see what you think ... enjoy. It has been a long and stressful day, and you know that as soon as you walk in the door there will be children to care for and probably that lazy husband as well. All you want to do is to once be able to come home and the house be quiet, maybe even empty, and to be able to sit down for a few minutes to unwind after such a hard day's work. Of course that is wishful thinking. You take your time driving home, taking a few detours just to take a bit longer. You know you husband will probably be upset if you are late but you just don't care right now. You can just imagine being able to have a nice bath for once, rather than the quick dash in and out of the shower in between cooking and sorting out the children. Just how long has it been since you had a bath, at least to yourself and not those crazy ones with your useless husband demanding to join in with you. One year? Two years? It has just been far too long of that you are sure. Well maybe you could send the children out for takeaway with their dad and you can steal some time in the bath. No, he will want you to come along so you can watch the children while he goes around perving on anything with two legs. Why can't he be happy with you? Is there something wrong with you? Of course not! He thinks he is so great, most women laugh at him when he tries to act cool. He really knows nothing about women, nothing at all, especially when it comes to pleasuring one. As long as he gets what he wants that is all that matters. Your mind starts to wander a little, thinking of that warm bath with perhaps a small drink to sip on. Maybe even a handsome waiter to bring you the drink, now that would be something. You naked in a bath and a strange but handsome man walking up to you offering you a drink, now that would be a dream. Suddenly a loud horn sounds behind you, you must have really been dreaming and you are still sitting at the traffic lights. But, it was a vivid dream ...... So vivid indeed, that you realise you are a touch moist and wish that driver hadn't been behind you. You start to head for home, hoping you can maybe get a little time alone to do something about that dream of yours. It would of course have to be quick, but the small relief would be better then what your husband could manage. You are tempted to start while still driving home but realise if you get to worked up you might not be able to drive properly, so you just press your thighs together tightly and hope that the traffic won't hold you up to much tonight. You arrive home sooner than you think, but something doesn't seem right. There are no lights on!!Where are they? You know he doesn't always think to leave a light on outside for you, but there are no lights on inside the house either. You go to open the front door and realise it is locked. Now you are really concerned. You slowly unlock and open the door, it is totally quiet inside. You reach in and flick all three light switches at once and light up outside as well as inside. Still nothing. You step inside and shut the door, what is going on? You start to relax a little thinking maybe he took the kids with him while he got some beer. You are late and he can't watch his TV without his beer. Yes that is probably it, still would have been nice to leave a light on though. You feel your body relaxing from worry and that is when you start to feel that dampness between your legs again. Oh ... the scare of coming home to an empty house had almost stopped you heading upstairs for a few minutes. You make a quick dash to the kitchen to put on a few more lights and as you do you see a note in the middle of the bench. "Mom rang and wanted to see the kids. Going to stay overnight since you couldn't be bothered coming home on time. Hopefully you will have the place clean when I get back tomorrow." You have the whole night to yourself! Oh my, that bath is now looking very good. You ring his mom's to check the note is real and since he answers it must be. "Sorry dear," you grovel to him, why do you do that? "Whatever just make sure everything is clean when I get home. Will be around dinner time so have something cooked as well," he almost growls. "Yes dear," you hear yourself replying as he slams the phone down. So what if he is angry, you have the house to yourself for the whole night, so a bath is definitely on the agenda. You start it up, pouring in some aromatic bath oils you have had sitting around unused for ages. As the oil hits the warm water the aroma wafts around your head. Oh yes this is just what you needed. You strip your clothes off and hop into the still running bath. You lay back breathing in the oil's aroma letting your body relax as the water level increases, rising up along your sides until it reaches to your breasts. You think that will do nicely and flick the taps off and close your eyes. Your mind is afloat as the warm sensation of the bath and the aroma of the oils assaults your senses. The dampness between your legs now becomes a longing and you trail your fingers down your tummy till they reach your cleanly shaven love temple. Slowly, gently you start to press against your little mound, your mind still holding you back since you are used to your husband being around and if he knew what you were up to would demand you include him. Of course he isn't here tonight, so you start to rub a little harder, pleasure starts to creep into your body, something you haven't felt for some time. You feel a shudder of excitement run thru your body and you slide yours fingers down further to the opening of your love tunnel. You hesitate again, thoughts of your husband continue to try and ruin your mood, instead this time you don't allow it and plunge your fingers inside letting out a small scream of pleasure. You freeze, you normally can't make a sound, but you can't stay frozen for long, with your fingers inside you your body starts to react, you slide them out and back in again, the pleasure unrestrained is just magnificent. You start to move your fingers faster and deeper then you have ever before, the pleasure you are feeling is beyond words. Your hips start to thrust up to meet your fingers as they push inwards. You haven't felt sensations like this in ages. You bring your other hand down and let those fingers play with your little love mound as your other fingers continue their work inside you. You are now screaming out in pleasure, unrestrained for the first time in years. The release of so much pent up frustration is immense and your body convulses in an orgasm, something which you can't even remember the last time you had a truly wild one. It has been so long that even with the orgasmic release you continue to thrust your fingers inside and your other hand now starts you play with your breasts. Tweaking one nipple then rubbing the other, your nipples respond immediately having had no real attention in years. Your body convulses again, another orgasm, oh my two in a row that has never happened before. Your body just seems so alive, you can't stop touching and caressing all those areas that your husband has barely looked at. Your fingers still working away inside of you seem to never want to stop, so why should they. Your arm is starting to ache but you don't want it to end so you swap hands over and slip your other fingers straight inside and continue. You spread your legs over the edge of the bath for better access for your fingers and once again play with your love mound with your tired hand. Another orgasm! Three now and your body seems to be no closer to stopping, you are thrusting your hips so hard now that water is splashing out all over the floor just like your juices are flowing wildly from inside you. Your mind wonders for a moment if anyone is hearing your screams, and then realise you just don't care. Orgasm! Again, how is this possible four in a row, but now you can feel your body is starting to tire. You slow down your finger thrusts but still continue, your other hand is still wandering playing with your erect nipples, then rubbing your love mound, softly, gently. This slower attention to your body seems to bring new life into it. You can feel it building up inside and wonder if it is possible. You slowly but intently continue to thrust your fingers inside of you, your other fingers are pressing hard against your love mound. You feel it for sure now, another orgasm is building, you continue on thrusting, rubbing, pressing. With a suddenness that catches you unaware the orgasm hits, it is so powerful you can't help but scream out loud. "FIVE," you scream as you body arches up, seeming to stay like that for some time, then slumping back down into what is left of the water. You are exhausted, you could not get out of the bath if you wanted so just roll to your side, closing your legs together holding your hand and fingers where they were. You lay there totally overwhelmed by what you have just gone through and giggle at the fact it was all possible because you were late. You start to doze a little letting yourself just rest, the feeling of your fingers still inside you feels wondrous. After a while though you realise that you are feeling rather hungry from all your exertion. You slowly take your fingers from inside yourself and sit up, feeling a little dizzy. You realise that there is almost no water left in the bath and that most of it is all over the floor. Once again you giggle, knowing your husband would be furious. You slowly lift yourself from the bath and as you set foot on the floor you realise your legs are rather wobbly and take a moment to rest on the edge of the bath while you compose yourself. You grab a towel and start to dry yourself off as you head downstairs still completely naked. What to eat? Well since you are all alone why not ring out for some pizza, you never get to choose which one when 'he' is home. After all, the usual pizza guy is young and good looking, hopefully he will deliver it and you could maybe surprise him. "Yes, a little fun is about due," you think to yourself. You dial the pizza shop and order something that 'he' would never order. A simple ham and pineapple, you giggle knowing he hates pineapple so much. You are told about 30 minutes and dash up to your room and look thru all the crazy lingerie your husband had bought you over the years for you to dress up for him. Well now it will be used for a little fun for once. You select a sheer red teddy with a large heart cut-out around your tummy. You slip it on and realise it was one he hadn't really cared about size and you breasts are barely held in place. "Oh yes, this will be perfect," you say to yourself looking at yourself in the mirror. Digging further thru the pile from your wardrobe you find a pair of matching red stockings and a little red robe to go over the top. You look at yourself in the mirror and feel a small dampness just from how sexy you look. While you are still admiring yourself in the mirror the doorbell rings. Who could that be? The pizza isn't due yet and you quickly look out the window. There in the driveway is the pizza van, they must have been really quick or were you just admiring yourself that long? As you head down to the door you drape the robe gently across your shoulders leaving it open at the front. The doorbell rings again and you call out "I'm coming", and giggle at your thoughts of earlier. You open the door all of a sudden and there is the pizza guy you were thinking about. He is looking away until the door opens and turns towards you, suddenly freezing, his eyes wide his mouth open, just the sort of reaction you were hoping for. "Can I help you?" you ask casually. He can barely speak and stammers out something about the pizza. "Sure thing" you say as you lean towards him, your breasts almost jumping out of your teddy, and hand him the money, taking the pizza. He still hasn't moved and his eyes are focused on your chest. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" you ask with a mischievous grin. This is just too fabulous and want to enjoy every minute. He realises he is still staring at you and shakes his head as he looks down and places his hands in front of his crotch trying to cover himself. "Oh my," you exclaim "was there something extra with this delivery?" You are feeling so moist, the excitement of your actions with this stranger setting you off again. He looks down then back up at you, suddenly realising just what you are saying. "Oh .. sorry .. um .. I have a girlfriend," he stammers out and runs back to his car still covering his crotch with his hands. You laugh at his clumsy retreat and step back inside with your pizza, an ache once again starting between your legs where you wish a real man could be right now. You look at the pizza hungrily but then you run one hand back down between your legs and press gently on your mound. Your legs almost buckle straight away. You let out a small moan and realise that the five orgasms you had before just still don't seem to have satisfied you enough. A shame the pizza guy wasn't more accommodating, he could have really helped you out right now. You dump the pizza on the kitchen bench and head back upstairs, removing your sexy outfit as you go, heading straight back for the bathroom. Your hand never far from your crotch, the sensation of your fingers playing with your love button and the movement of your hurried walking sending pulses of pleasure throughout your body. You suddenly remember your toy you bought years ago but never seemed to have gotten a chance to use. It was rather large if you remember right and begin to wonder if it is water proof. Yes indeed this will be a night you will never forget, and maybe you will just be late back from work more often ......