NCDreamworld

I lay on the couch, listening to the ticking clock between the tall window and the armoire. There’s absolutely nothing to watch on television, as usual, and I lie there channel surfing. “What’s the point on having cable, when there’s nothing on?” I said to myself, and to no one else around me. It sucked to be alone; my boyfriend was out on business, and he’s not here to ‘cheer me up’, so to speak.

Giving up on the Boob Tube, I turn it off, and lay back getting comfortable. I close my eyes and let my mind wander for a little while, and maybe take a small nap while I’m at it. The nap idea sounded great at that split second, but it turned out to be a dud. HE stood in front of my wandering imagination, naked in his perfect form. I lie there, amazed at what I see in my gutter filled thoughts: his taut, rippling muscles quaked as he absentmindedly flexed them, his Greek God like 6 pack, dribbling with warm perspiration, his long ebony locks stood in position of his chiseled face and broad shoulders. Yes, this man was perfection personified, to say the least.

I can imagine him sitting in a chair, rubbing his inner thighs which caused him to become fully erect. As he stood at attention, one of his big strong hands wrapped around it, and he slowly, but sensuously stroked from the tip, to the base…His back arched up as his strokes quickens in pace, and his moans rise in tempo. With a free hand he holds onto an armrest, and widens his legs to fully complete his task. He swears four letter wordings under his breath, completely lost in his own little world. Settling upon his head were the clean, pearly white drops of pre-cum, and he swipes it away, savoring his own taste. When he does that, it drives me insane, and for the life of me, I WANT to see him do it in reality.

“Mmm….” I can feel myself harden within the confines of my boxers, and I lightly run my hand against the bulge, nearly cumming within them. I couldn’t; I wouldn’t, so I arched my back up, and slipped the underwear off, my cock springing to and fro as it sought the air.

I now find myself in the middle of the kitchen floor…on all fours. I grip the tiled floor and contort my face as I feel a swift stinging slap upon my ass. The pain, the torture he inflicts upon me sends me to places I’ve never been, and it causes me to lose all control when only he ‘harms’ me the way he does. But no; there’s no torture in what he’s about to do; only pleasure that cannot be described as ‘making love’. I hear light footsteps coming towards me, and one of his strong hands upon my bucked hips. “It’s been a long while since I’ve fucked you senseless…” I can hear him say to me. Oh, his deep, husky voice when he speaks to me weakens me like nothing else.

He loves it when I’m under his spell, his control…in complete submission. Another pained expression fills my face as I feel his elongated cock inch ever so slowly inside my body. As it finally disappeared in my receptive hole, he moves. Perfectly. I began to rock back and forth against him as he fills me up…again and again. Our moans started out weak and compliant, but then grew stronger, louder, beyond satiable. His thrusts were mild, but became manic as he’s become adjusted to my warmth. I rock back against him hard, and he continues to crash his pelvis against the small of my back. His feverish thrusts upon my aching walls causes me to contract downstairs, and our bodies to perspire. His voice, baritone and demanding, can take me over the edge in a heartbeat; he succeeded this time. Without the need of my hand, I cum uncontrollably, spilling my hot, sticky cream against my stomach, and the tiled floor. It wasn’t long before I felt him shoot his load inside me, filling me up, and satisfying me in only he can. I collapse on the floor, my chest covered in it, and I feel his soft cock withdrawal from my weakened hole…

My leg, hanging over the couch, my strokes, wet and extra-ordinary; the space between my ‘taint and sac twitches. My teeth gritted together as I feel my orgasm come forthwith…with one last, invoking stroke upon my sensitive dick, I cum like a volcanic geyser, screaming and violently cursing. I continue to jerk faster, the sound of my hand clashing against my cock and juices send shockwaves through me, triggering my body to cum again. With a submissive whimper, I came twice; my hand, forearm, chest, stomach and genitals were drenched in off-white…

I open my eyes slowly, and look at the huge mess I’ve made. I grab my trunks, and wipe everything off of me. Suddenly, I hear a faint gasp and groan from the other room. I quickly got up and walked to the door, which was cracked open. There he was, in his own little world, cringing, convulsing, and cumming like crazy. His mouth open, saliva wafting inside it. He was completely satisfied.

I guess I wasn’t the only one having a wet dream today, huh?

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