Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
It’s like she hadn’t thrown anything away in the last thirty years and everything remains the same. I haven’t changed a thing and in fact, find myself pushing my own things, things I used to prefer, to the side, in favor of hers.
I looked back at the book I was reading, another one of her offerings and got lost in the pages as time flew by. Pretty soon it was time for bed and I felt my skin prickle and my body heat in readiness as if expecting something. Maybe I’m just sex starved. It has been a while since I’d enjoyed the attentions of someone else.
And even though I’d never gone all the way, the reason given by the straying ex for his capitulation to someone else in close proximity who was willing to put out, I have enjoyed a good make-out session in the past.
I put the book facedown on the nightstand and got settled against the pillows until I felt comfortable. In no time at all I was asleep and just as soon as I fell into darkness the dream begun. Only this didn’t feel like a dream.
Like all the others before it in the last few weeks, it felt real. Like I was looking down at myself but unable to stop what was happening, as if I had no control. But I could still feel, hear, smell, and touch. I must remember to look into this phenomena tomorrow. There must be an explanation somewhere….
Garret
I tossed the covers aside as the intense heat from the fireplace in the room kicked into high gear. I got up to open a window to let some of the cool night air in and that’s when the dream started. A dream that seems so real that I’m beginning to wonder. It’s been this way for the past few weeks.
There’d been no lead-up, no warning, just out of the blue, some of the most X-rated visionary dreams that I’ve ever had, dreams that surpass anything I’ve ever done in real life and I’ve done a lot.
But these dreams, they always leave me feeling like there was something more, and why is it always her? Why am I always fucking her in my dreams? I barely notice her in public at least it used to be that way in the beginning, when she first moved here.
But for some reason in the last month or so that started to change. But each time I try to remember what had started it all, what had started me down this path of nocturnal emissions, my mind gets all fuzzy and I suddenly remember something else I was supposed to be doing.
Some mornings I wake up with the smell of pussy on my dick with no recollection of how it got there and cum stains on my pajama bottoms. I’ve put it all down to me having these very vivid dreams of fucking her hard and deep, even the night I took her virginity.
That one had been odd; odd because I’d found evidence the morning after that particular dream that I’d taken a shower sometime in the night. That in itself wasn’t so much what had worried me, but the blood on the towel that I’d obviously used to wipe myself with before taking that shower still leaves me feeling haunted.
Now as I moved towards her in the dream, feeling that heavy pull, I put all those thoughts aside as I approached her. I stood at the foot of the bed just looking down at her, taking in her natural beauty. The way her hair fell across the pillow, the moonlight on her pale features, and most of all the way her bountiful tits pushed against the comforter she had pulled up to her chin.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled my sweater off over my head, throwing it to the cold wooden floor before peeling off the pajama bottoms which were all I wore in the dream. I planted my knee on the bed and slowly tugged on the comforter, pulling it down her body until her thighs were exposed to my hungry eyes.
She fidgeted around in her sleep but I didn’t worry about her waking up and chasing me off. In my dreams she always accepts me, was welcoming even, and this night was no different. As soon as I laid on my stomach between her thighs her eyes came open and she looked down at me with that wan smile I’ve come to know and love.
“Hello lover!” She reached her hand out and ran her well manicured nail with the blood red polish down my cheek to my chin and onto my lips. I opened my mouth and nipped her playfully before making my way back down between her legs.
She shifted, sneakily spreading her legs open wider to give me easy access to her strawberry smelling cunt. There’s something about that scent that drives me crazy, that makes me want to devour her succulent flesh like I would any meal I find appetizing.