If Only Just A Dream...

Last night I had an erotic dream that I thought would be worth blogging. It starts out passionately kissing this girl first on her lips and then my kisses slowly moving down to her neck. Even though I don't know the identity of her face my eyes begin on how she communicates with me with nothing more but glances. These glances were telling me that the love we share would soon going to be sharing the pleasure of lust for each other.

Blood was rushing into my heart making it beat faster with. Somewhere within the kisses tongues swayed back as I started caressing my hands up and down her body. First it slid down her spine as the chills turned into goosebumps. They eventually found their way onto her bottom still caressing it, slowly as if every moment needed to last for the entire night. From one finger to the next it slips between her thighs like a pianist tickles the ivories for a lullaby.


Purring becoming into a moan as one hand is feeling her hard nipples, while the other begins has her thighs glistening with honey. A strawberry covered with chocolate slips from inside of her as it glazes onto the honey to a bellybutton, gliding upwards into her mouth. My tongue bathes off the honey as she begs to be plunged in a euphoria of ecstasy.

Each rock hard thrust ward motion into her sugar walls has makes her moan louder and then she decides of wanting to ride. She rides a throbbing bulge inside of her and with kisses that were once passion now that of lust. While the lips touch, there's also the feeling of my hands stroking her breast, surrendering herself as fingertips acquaint themselves once again with those nipples swirling an arousal smile.

Within that smile her carnal mind start to focus on yearning to have a taste of manhood in her mouth. She started teasing the shaft as if a snake was tasting a lollipop for the first time. Her tongue swayed down onto quivering veins. Looking into my eyes with a lustful hunger while stroking it, the message was clear of she wanted.

Hot and warm flowing juices that entered her mouth awakened cravings to consume more as we became lovers. Next thing I know is that I'm awake with no one at my side the only thought in my mind was hope. There was hope of the thought perhaps maybe someday my dream will become a reality. Nonetheless this dream has now become a blueprint plan if I ever find someone to hold in my arms which would later lead to making love as if it were something to dream about.