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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Even where his lustful eye or savage heart

“We burn daylight; here, read, read; perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty; and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of “Green Sleeves.” What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him?I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?”
Because of my blindfold, I cannot see them, I do not even know who they are and will never know. I just can feel them rustling slowly around me. How many are they? How many men? Are there any women? They do not speak; I just can sense their presence when they hide from time to time as the faint light filters through my blindfold. I feel hot, so hot and offered to their lust, to their sexual desires, ready to surrender, ready to give them my whole body, ready to let them touch me, ready to…

I know that soon their hands will strip me, will bare me naked, that I will be fully naked in front of them except my blindfold. I crave that moment; I crave their hands touching my skin, their mouths kissing my breasts, their tongues licking…
I imagine their hands caressing my silky secret places, their mouths sucking on my aching nipples, their teeth biting me tenderly…
I crave their hands, I crave their mouths and I crave their teeth.
I know I am safe, I know that they will not do anything I do not want to. But do I know my own limits? I feel so aroused, so ready to give them all they will ask for without any restrictions...
They begin to undress me. Their fingers touching me through my blouse' sheer material makes me shiver, makes me moan. The first top button is undone and a delicate finger gently slides along my neck, the second button now and the same finger is sliding slowly into my cleavage, the third button and… a feathered kiss lands softly between my offered breasts, my nipples harden at the delicious lips' touch, waiting to be squeezed, begging to be squeezed and sucked.
Slowly I feel my blouse' sheer material sliding smoothly caressing my shoulders, then my arms and my back. I can now sense the fresh air on my bared skin. I shudder with pleasure.
Hands are caressing my breasts through my lacy bra while a mouth is kissing, biting the nape of my neck, I feel other hands on my buttocks, touching them, pressing them, caressing them. I beg them to take off my skirt. They obey me and my short skirt is now sliding down along my thighs. It fell down on my feet.
Satin hands caress my shoulders, my neck, and my upper thighs. More rude hands are pressing on my breasts, pinching my nipples through my lace sheer bra. Other hands caress my thighs, my legs, my ankles and my feet. My whole body is covered, surrounded with pressing hands and mouths.
I moan. I arch my whole body, crushing it against all these so erotic and welcoming hands, against all these hot warm smooth and arousing hands.One after one, my bra's straps are slide down from my shoulders. Mouths kiss my bare back; tongues lick my cleavage while others cover my shoulders.
My bra is gone; my breasts are free for a second before being covered again with hands, avid mouths and licking tongues.

My nipples beg for love, they are fully erect and hard, they beg for their mouths and fingers, they beg to be squeezed, to be sucked, to be bitten…
Other hands are sliding down my now fully wet panties. Except the blindfold and my high stiletto red shoes, I am fully naked and now offered without any protection to their intense craving lust.
They take my hand, we walk a little and I climb on something like a stage. Yes, it must be a stage, the light is brighter through the blindfold and I can feel the warmth of big spotlights on my naked skin.
I stand nude on the stage with rustlings surrounding me while their hands are exploring all of my body, playing with my most secret, intimate and erotic places. A finger slides over my clit, rubbing slickly back and forth. While another prods deep into me, feeling each knuckle pass tightly, wetly into me. A sigh escapes my slightly parted lips, as I clamp down on the probing fingers wanting more.
This is too much, this is too erotic, is it wrong to want it? To want more? To crave more of the obscene? I cannot afford more and just with their arousing touches I come wildly, wave after wave, cuming on their hands, screaming with pleasure. Their hands, their loving hands now wet with my juices, are gliding along my nude offered body, I would like to press my skin against theirs, I would like to press my aching breasts against male's chests. But I can only feel hands and mouths against surrounding me.
Their tongues are licking me all over, licking my skin, licking my juices. All of my body is burning; my skin, my sex, my mind are on fire.
"Please take me, take me right here, please take me now, I need your sex, not only your hands and tongues, I need a huge, smooth long and hard sex to plunge deeply into my pussy, to thrust and beat in rhythm with my desire, please…"
They do not answer, they are not supposed to in this sex club-Silence is the Golden Rule which may never be broken.
No one seems to be ready to please me. I beg them to take me but there is still no answer.
I am not allowed to do it but I try from my darkness to find, to catch a sex, a male hard sex to fulfil my craving and unsatisfied desires.
Suddenly I catch one in my hands, not so hard, not hard enough. I pump on it, I take it to my lips and I lick it eagerly. My tongue swirls around the tip dancing over the bitter salty taste. I want it. I want is shoved into my cunt with such a force it would split me in two. My hands stroke his balls, fingering them lightly as my lips, my mouth savours the hard cock in my mouth. It is now throbbing-fully hard and erect now, so smooth, so desirable. I press it between my fingers, I eat it and I bite it, drool over it like a fiend.
"Hey Honey, what's happening?"
I open my eyes. Derrick is in front of me, half awakened but with a huge smile on his lips, looking with pleasure at my hands and mouth circling his sex.
I am in my bed with my man.
I do not understand.
What was it? The dream? Again?
Damn! What a dream! I still can feel all these hands and mouths caressing and kissing me all over my naked body and I can still feel the wetness between my legs.
I answer Derrick, blushing: "I… I had a dream, an… erotic dream."
But Derrick is not a dream and my caresses have fully aroused him. He does not ask for any further explanations, he just takes me between his arms and I surrender to him with huge pleasure all night long and let him do things to me I have never done before. The door crept open now, the light flickers beyond. "May I have more please?"...............................................

What a dream, what a night, what a great darken pleasured filled night!

1 comment:

D'jierke (The One) said...

A dream is just a slice of reality only in a different plane of light.
Exquisite as always. She knows the answer, just as well as she knows the rules.
Love forever

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