scriptease
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male masturbation - As the fog lifts
Conductrix,
Here is my first post, just for you...
I feel the fog of sleeping lifting slowly. I have a vague memory of a long walk through the park, her kissing me deeply and then inviting me inside.
I'm laying face down. I still feel her hands on my back pulling me into her, setting the pace for me, pulling me back into my dream. I feel the sheets tugging against my cock with every stroke into her. Deep, slow, long strokes. She wispers into my ear "Please don't wake up, come with me Babe". I feel my hard cock deep inside her wet, moist pussy. My balls have pulled up tight against my cock. I feel her naked body against mine. Her nipples brush against my chest.
I feel my hips begin to move in circles, grinding into her. I see her deep green eyes soak up the pleasure with every stroke. I know it's getting closer for her. Her face is contracting slightly and her breaths are short. With every stroke in her I feel her thick lips hug my cock. The pleasure is immense. I feel the head of my cock rub against something spongy on top. Deep within me, I feel the anticipation build. I continue to grind my hips into her in slow circles. I vaguely remember calling her name, not being able to resist it any longer. The clock radio is playing a distinct upbeat tune. She pulls me in harder. "Don't wake up, come for me" Her pussy is squeezing my cock, grabbing, then milking it. I can't hold back any longer. I feel my toes curl and a wave of pleasure rush through me. My whole body is in spasm.
The music on the clock radio reminds me it's time to get up. I try to hold on to the moment but the sheets are wet. Who was she? Will I ever meet her? The memory of a dream fades quickly.
Scriptease
Conductrix,
Here is my first post, just for you...
I feel the fog of sleeping lifting slowly. I have a vague memory of a long walk through the park, her kissing me deeply and then inviting me inside.
I'm laying face down. I still feel her hands on my back pulling me into her, setting the pace for me, pulling me back into my dream. I feel the sheets tugging against my cock with every stroke into her. Deep, slow, long strokes. She wispers into my ear "Please don't wake up, come with me Babe". I feel my hard cock deep inside her wet, moist pussy. My balls have pulled up tight against my cock. I feel her naked body against mine. Her nipples brush against my chest.
I feel my hips begin to move in circles, grinding into her. I see her deep green eyes soak up the pleasure with every stroke. I know it's getting closer for her. Her face is contracting slightly and her breaths are short. With every stroke in her I feel her thick lips hug my cock. The pleasure is immense. I feel the head of my cock rub against something spongy on top. Deep within me, I feel the anticipation build. I continue to grind my hips into her in slow circles. I vaguely remember calling her name, not being able to resist it any longer. The clock radio is playing a distinct upbeat tune. She pulls me in harder. "Don't wake up, come for me" Her pussy is squeezing my cock, grabbing, then milking it. I can't hold back any longer. I feel my toes curl and a wave of pleasure rush through me. My whole body is in spasm.
The music on the clock radio reminds me it's time to get up. I try to hold on to the moment but the sheets are wet. Who was she? Will I ever meet her? The memory of a dream fades quickly.
Scriptease

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