Wet dream (work in progress)



I woke this morning horny and moist between my legs. I dreamt of sex with a stranger. The hotel room was dimly lit. She sat naked upon the edge of the chair. She was sipping wine, legs crossed and her nipples at attention. I approached ever so slowly entranced by her beauty and voluptuous curves. I sensed my clit throbbing as she shifted her hips in the chair. Surely as I sank to my knees before her, she uncrossed her legs and bared her womanhood. I rested my hands upon her knees and lunged into her nest. I’m giving her a tongue lashing and she responds with a hand on my head, a fistful of hair pushing me deeper into her hole. She’s fucking my face and it is delightful.  I slide my palms beneath and cup her buttocks. I feel her asshole stretch and my fingers charge in. Her tight asshole clenches and cramps my fingers. I rock her back and rim her rosie.  

“I want your cock inside me”. 

I will not disappoint. I loosen my belt and unzip my pants. My hard cock makes its way out of the slit of my boxers. You softly moan in anticipation. I fuck your clit with the tip, teasing you. I launched your ankles upon my shoulders and cockdive your cunt. The pain and pleasure is heavenly.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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