Dreams Then-
Her ebon face, coffee colored, in my dreams, her medium waist, her Malaysian nose, broad and stunning above her broad lips, she visits every night.
She is wrapped in my arms, this vision with a slightly larger than average breast with a beautiful ebony canyon. Her hips sway to music, I won't reveal what kind. Those legs need no sunshine.
Her black eyes, long lashes and hair framed peach of a face, hot coffee her brew.
A fiction? I hope not. I imagine running my hand along her brown thighs and enjoying those Hershey mounds of hers.
Parallel realities?
Every morning, I have
Wood in a midnight wish that’s off.
Fulfillment-
Drained by that valley, exploring that trap.
I heaved and moved, my heart pounding, Blood filling the right places.
That valley, alive, moved squeezing, shuddering, passion spent.
No escape trapped in her arms.
I climbed Hershey mounds; I ate her chocolate.
Ecstasy, as wood came in blissful futile resistance.
Glorious nightmare with vaginal vampire.
She uses a man’s stake to his heart.
Not the usual MILF
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2024 06:31
- Category: Erotic
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Comments5
Then you woke up?
Yeah. I woke up.
Love a good dream.
Sensuous and sexy it evokes a feeling of longing. Nicely worded.
Thank you for your insight and kind words.
Love it
Glad you did. Thanks.
You're welcome
The sort of dream that would put a smile on the face of most of the males in our species and keep them happy all day. Sensual writing, nicely done.
Thank you for your compliment. I appreciate your kind words.
Superb work. Funny stuff.
Thankyou. Did not anyone catch the fact that there might be an actual woman being written about with a bit of hyperbole and wishful thinking thrown into the mix?
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