Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Who asked you? Oh, yeah, I did. I forgot since she took so long to answer. I wanted to say a whole lot of mean shit to her but, for some reason, couldn’t bring myself to. I’ll wait until she’s not looking like she’s about to pack it in herself. I do like a good fight.
I guess she could feel the heat of my hate as I glared at the side of her head because she tugged nervously at the turtleneck sweater that made no sense in this heat, but whatever. I left her alone at the table not long after and went for a stroll.
I avoided that part of the garden where I’d dreamt that I fucked her doggie style with a vengeance like the plague and took a more circuitous route around the grounds. I always forget how huge this place really is, how many little hidden pockets there are to get lost in.
I went on a little treasure hunt of sorts, trying to find as many places as I could remember from my childhood. Soon it was time to go back to the house, which somehow looked different now that night had fallen completely. When I started my walk, there was still a little light left outside, but now it seemed like a dark cloud was obscuring the moon, and visibility was minimal at best.
“Looks like another storm is coming in.” I don’t recall the weather here being this horrendous, with storms and squalls every other day. Who the hell would move to that when they had the opportunity to go anywhere in the world? Whatever! I followed the glow of the yellowish light that was on somewhere upstairs in the house, not registering that it was coming from the attic.
I was suddenly tired, and all I wanted was bed. First, I had to get the grime from my walk off me, but after a nice long hot shower, I hit the sheets and passed out like a toddler after a sugar binge. That storm kicked up outside, bringing comfort and a restfulness I hadn’t felt in days, and I got down to some serious cuddling with the pillows.
I think I almost expected the dream when it started. This case of being half cognizant as I walked in my dreams is getting complicated, but since I know it’s just a dream, nothing more, I’ve decided not to fight it. The upside to this thing is that she’s always in my dreams with me; here, I can do what I want with her, and there are no consequences. I’m doubly sure it’s just a dream because all I do is fuck her and not break her lying ass neck.
As expected, she was waiting for me. Not in bed like before, she was standing at the window looking out at the storm. She turned her head a little bit when I walked in but otherwise didn’t move. I made my way over to her, standing behind her much shorter frame.
My hands, seemingly of their own, started a slow glide up her arms to her shoulders, and she leaned her head to the side in invitation. There was a mark on her neck that I remembered putting there, and my tongue went after the angry-looking thing.
I licked her there, feeling her tremble beneath my hands as one made its way to her tummy, pulling her back into my hard cock, which was trying to get to her through the silk of my pajama bottoms which is all I wore.
I soon went from licking her neck to kissing her soft, warm flesh, and the sounds she made, made my cock leak until I had to step out of my pajamas or ruin them. I pushed the straps of her nightgown down off her shoulders, leaving her standing naked in front of the window before turning her into my chest.
Her scent and the plush warmth of her plump breasts inflamed me to the point of pain, and I had to have one of those sweet morsels in my mouth before I expired. I suckled her nipple going from one to the other until her knees gave out, and I lifted her onto the bed, coming down between her thighs.
One of her hands came down between us, searching for my rod, and it jumped and spat precum all over her palm. I slow fucked her hand while laving her tits with my tongue until that was no longer enough. I made my way down her body to the real prize, the scent of her pussy’s heat assaulting my nostrils when I came to rest between her thighs.
Pink, soft pussy-no, in this light, her pussy looked red and swollen, just perfect for my tongue. I teased her with the tip making her crazy enough to grab my hair in her fists, and found myself laughing playfully at her antics. “Soon, I’ll give you what you want soon; just let me taste you.”