"Dreamlover"
by Master's Pet
He wondered if she had any idea what a glow he gets
when he finds a message from her waiting for him. Casually he went
on line last evening to help with a research project and saw a note
from "His pet" waiting to be read. After the search and printing the
results, he quickly went to his mail and devoured your note. What
a smile she produces. It feels like a combination of seeing, again,
a long lost friend...and plummeting down that long first drop at the
carnival roller coaster.
How clearly he can see her rushing to get ready for
work, a quick bite to eat between slipping on shoes and a final check
of the make up... all the while casting a sideways glance at the computer...knowing
that just on the other side of that screen is the man who has captured
her sexual imagination. Really, no time to write...well, maybe just
a quick "hello". But the second her fingers settle onto the keys,
her thoughts of a tame "good morning" dissipate. She feels a quickening
of her heart rate and that delicious, familiar warming...moistening.
A few sentences to let him know she thinks of him and to confess her
body's reactions, and she must run. But she goes carrying with her
a moist reminder of his image, his words.
Her day and her routine now to be tempered with thoughts
of secret liaisons, impassioned couplings. Every corner of the office
takes on new perspective as the possibilities are imagined.
As he says good morning and begin his workday, he envisions
her...her head pressed into the pillow...the heavy, steady breath
of sleep softly moving your breasts against the sheets...dreaming,
perhaps of that man, the one who, in her sweet imagination, she walks
past at work a bit more often than necessary, swaying the hips slightly
more than usual. The one who, when he passes her, causes her to take
that quick glance over her shoulder...the slim hips, broad back and
shoulders...that stride, confident without a trace of cockiness. That
man whom she has come to know through fantasy and dream. Is he the
one in her bed tonight? This man who dwells across the sea yet visit
her often...beginning to know her...her thoughts, her body, her voice,
those secret corners that when explored, ignite her...weaken her and
place her completely in his gentle, caring arms...given to his wishes
yet she is content and trusting in his compassion. Is this the man
touching her tonight? Do she see him as he sits at a desk...categorizing
the issues of his workday...a quick phone call, set the meeting...organize
his workers...yet unable to clear the image of his sleeping lover
from his thoughts...and unwilling to try.
Each new issue of the day is now softened by her image.
Each routine catastrophe is undone by her presence. A fiery meeting
is much more pleasant when nestled against her warm soft breasts...much
more endurable when being lightly toyed with and stroked...mischievously
under the table, hidden from view of the others. Know that as she
dreams, he too, is dreaming of her...albeit a day dream, a true dream,
nonetheless.
See in your mind as she feels the sheets slip across
her nipples as she turns in the bed to ready herself...the warm stab
of a tongue between them...a kiss on the smooth yielding slope and
the other, then down...down the centerline of her stomach, stopping
each few inches to swirl and taste your luscious skin. The tip of
the tongue rimming the edges and then lightly stabbing the small sensitive
hole centered on her stomach.
She loves to dream of this man, for he does not rush,
he prefers to tempt, to savour, to inch along, enjoying each second
of prolonged ecstasy he gives her...so that long before his tongue
arrives, she is ready, wet...hot. Her hips describe gyrating circles
in the air as if searching for the source of the pleasure...reaching
blindly, hungering. She can feel strong hands slide up the inside
of her thighs, gentle but insistent and firm as they press and spread
them...fingers softly imbedded into the smooth flesh. The swollen
lips of her pussy are wet and slightly parted, like the petals of
a sweet rose dripping with dew. The scent of this beautiful flower
wafting up and drawing him closer...sweet, musky...a fragrance of
the gods and it controls him now...directs him His head lowers slowly
and the tongue tastes the dew, and in the tasting produces more.
Like a bee at the flower of eternal nectar, he laps.
Each soft stroke of the tongue, gentle against her petals, pulses
deep within the walls of her pussy. The muscles of her ass drives
her toward him, encouraging the tongue to penetrate, to drive deep
into her, but he persists, and softly and gently laps her moisture
completely...exploring her smooth, shaved lips. He will have his own
way...and in it, you will have hers. The hands that hold her legs
now creep up until they lay in the crease on either side of her lips...thumbs
below, fingers above...framing this luscious meal, and gently she
is opened, spread apart and exposed. The tongue, that had at first
been gentle and soft, now drives deep, probing your depths and lapping
into her. The sudden onslaught causing her to arch high...gasping
loud, and louder as fingers hold her open and his tongue invades her...searching
deeper, each time, for her core. Thunder roars in her ears and waves
crash against her as she is consumed by this storm... bucking and
rolling in this sexual tempest.
And now the lightening...a white hot flash as his tongue
emerges from her depths and assaults her clit. Pressing against the
sharpness and rolling it in tight hard circles. Her hips are high
off the bed and gripped in strong hands...holding her firm ass and
pressing her harder against his mouth. Her own hands are uncontrollably
on her breasts, feverishly working her nipples in circles and pressing
hard into them, only intensifying this tantalizing agony. For the
moment, this man owns her...she is his meal, and she will not be released
until his hunger is sated. She fights, but not against him, rather
into him. Allies in this sweet conflict...kindred souls drawn together
in this frantic quest for release. From the moment he walked into
her dream she has been ready...poised at the edge of fulfilment, waiting
for him to accompany her on that step, that final leap from the precipice...that
leap that she is just now taking. His mouth completely engulfs her
mound and his tongue rolls up and over her clit repeatedly...again
and again and again.
She is crying aloud and pleads for release and, hearing
her plea, a strong finger slips deep into her...stroking and pressing
the spot she desires. OH…GOOOODDDD!!!! The words erupt from her, cut
off as she catches her breath, and then hiss again…."GOD..GO.OO.O…D…."
She erupts, her flood running from her and he takes it...everydrop...dragging
it up and across her clit...devouring her essence completely...gripping
her ass as she heaves against his relentless mouth and tongue. Her
cries pierce the night for all to hear and he drives her on still,
like an animal he devours her... addicted to her...controlled by his
need for her. But she begs…"O GOD,! PLEASE…PLEASE…GOD…….GOD", and
she withdraws, seeking release from this animal, this erotic animal,
her sensitivity so heightened...needing compassion. Sensing her surrender,
he slows...becomes gentle. His tongue now soothing…lips kissing...hands
gentle and smooth on her stomach. With great reluctance, he lifts
is head from her and slowly, ever so slowly retraces the trail of
the kisses back up her stomach...across her breasts, which now are
flushed and warm...nipples erect, and up the neck to her lips...dry
from panting. He lowers his mouth to hers and her lips are moistened
from his. His hard cock lies against the opening of her exhausted,
but still very wet pussy, and effortless he softly glides deep in
to her. Not for the fire and the passion, not searching for yet another
explosion...…more for the coupling, the closeness...and staying deep
in her, he lowers his chest onto her breasts and his arms engulf her...no
movement...only breathing. He is satisfied...because she is, and he
simply wants to remain as close as bodies can get.
Is this the man in her dreams tonight? As she lays sleeping
and beautiful against the pillow, is this the man that fills her thoughts?
Let him come to her in her dreams and fulfill her.
