Guest Story by Lisa

Dreamscape

Good evening, my friend, it's good of you to enter into my 'imagination' and because you chose to take the time and listen to one of my stories, I would like to tell you about one of my dreams. I don't mind telling such personal things, I'm a very open-minded person and I assume you are too if you're reading this. ~This dream I've had was so vivid, I awoke in a daze. I couldn't tell if I had just experienced another fantastic mindshow or if I had actually allowed myself to end up in a stranger's room. I say stranger because I have never met this gentleman, but I'm certainly aware of his existence. So...

About the dream I can tell you this, I remember walking up to a man and pushing him up against a wall.
I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, when I moved back and looked in his eyes he looked as if he were on the verge of tears and excitement. I knelt down in front of him and started to open his belt, all the while listening to him whisper incoherently. As I pulled down his zipper and opened the front of his pants, I thought his knees would give out but kept his balance. I noticed on his underwear that they were already moist from anticipation and I knew I would have to take my time. No problem at all, I thought.

I lowered his pants down enough to be able to wrap my hand around his cock, which was very hard. I could literally feel it in my hand, although I knew there was something un-real about the whole situation. I felt as if I could taste him before I even put the head of him in my mouth. I thought I was going to lose my mind when I sensed the aroma of his maleness. I looked up at him and I saw the first signs of perspiration and it made me smile a little. The look in his eyes made me feel...wanted and loved...even though we hadn't said a word. So I looked back at 'him' that was staring me in the face and I let my tongue get drawn toward that little opening that was sending me clues as to when I planned to get started.

I let my tongue and that eye meet by softly tickling it as if I could go inside. My tongue began sliding around the soft and round head. It reminded me of hard steel covered in silk. After feeling the silkiness spread across my tongue, I instinctively closed around it to feel it touch the roof of my mouth. I heard him say many more things that I couldn't really understand, but I knew it felt good to him and I had planned to blow him and his mind. I wasn't laughing at him, but laughing inside because he loved what I was doing and I knew it. After feeling the silkiness of his head and tasting the sweetness of his juice, it turned me on and I began moving around in my own bed at the images. I let my mouth slide a little farther down on his shaft so that I could feel all those magnificent blood filled veins that wrapped around his length the way I wish my tongue could.

The more aroused I became at his reaction to my tongue and lips, I wanted to feel him deeper. So I moved forward very slowly while circling or caressing my tongue around the head as it slid farther and farther into my throat. It felt like having a round, but soft golf ball touching the back of your throat only...erotic, because it was someone's dick instead.
It was uncomfortable a few times to have it so far, but soon I got the hang of it and enjoyed the feeling of being so full. I ran my hands on the tops of his thighs and up to his stomach. I could feel hair in those areas, but it didn't turn me off. Feeling such a man this way caused a little electric surge to spread throughout my thighs and abdomen. I thought to myself that I am certainly going to ride this man to the bottom of the mattress when I am done, I was so aroused.

By the time I was accustomed to the 'lodging' I went on a little farther and finally touched his pubic hair with my nose. I was feeling a little proud that I had accomplished that for the first time in my life and slowly moved back, licking all the way. I let my right hand surround the thickness of his cock again and gently played around the head with my tongue.
Licking it like a lollypop at first and circling my tongue around the top and bottom in a clockwise fashion. Lifting his shaft up, I began to lick like him like an ice cream cone...and it was just as messy with my saliva. I went down a little farther and put my mouth around his scrotum, while it was resting in my mouth, I licked my tongue slowly around it as well.
I release his balls and ran my tongue in a zig-zag up that little vein at the base of his dick all the way to the tippy-top. As I reached the top, I opened my mouth like a tunnel and buried him once more down to my tonsils...it seemed.

He was panting then or maybe it was me, I can't remember, I just know it was getting really hot wherever we were and my mouth was filled with enough moisture to keep his cock slippery and wet. I had never kissed a man's bottom before, but the more aroused I became the more inspiration struck and I turned him around and softly kissed his cheeks. I got a little bolder and ran my tongue from the base of his ass to the top. His muscles became very stiff at that moment and I couldn't tell if he liked it or was uncomfortable with it. He didn't stop me and I kissed him once more on the right cheek before turning him around to taste him again. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and sucked on him as if I were starving for something to eat. He grabbed my head then and became louder with his moanings, his ooo's and ahhh's, his yes's and his God's! That turned me on even more...I love hearing those words come from a man's mouth as I give him pleasure.

I couldn't stop and we both began moving together, with me sucking and licking while he kept moving his hips to get deeper and deeper. I began to moan at the feeling of my finger inside of my panties feeling my own juices as it covered my fingers. It was so intense to feel and to imagine. My mouth giving him pleasure, he giving me pleasure by seeing his reaction, me giving myself pleasure because of...well, 'all of the above.' His back hit the wall as his muscles stiffened and he told me he was about to explode on me. As he did, he tried to be decent and just release it all in my mouth, but I looked him and opened my mouth letting it splatter on my cheeks and neck and the tops of my breast. I had just realized that I had unbuttoned my shirt at one point and left it open. His body was still jerking and bucking as he released spurts and little ribbons of cum that just wouldn't stop. While he was still pulsating and dripping, I removed my bra and let it rain on top of me. It was so warm and I was so hot, that I rubbed my hands around it and spread it across my breasts as if it were lotion.

He said something and groaned and a few more drips landed on my nipple. I saw it and lifted my breast to my mouth and licked it off, sending a bolt of lightening through my own stomach. I leaned over to him again and licked off the semen that had found its way towards him and cleaned him up. He slumped to the floor, while I went to the bathroom to get a warm towel. I returned half-dressed and assisted him to the bed so that we could lay down and rest. We took off the remaining of our clothes and laid down together. I had yet to discover whom this man was, but I felt so safe with him and we wrapped our bodies around each other. Thighs touching, ankles intertwined, and arms wrapped around each others shoulders. We laid there and didn't say a word, just...smiled and nuzzled. His eyes were bright with feeling and lust and immediately I wanted to kiss him. He had to have read my mind, because he slowly opened his mouth and I was drawn to him in the same way with my own mouth opening...

The kiss was electric and soft. Sweet and gentle.
Intense and slow. Deep and satisfying. But those words don't nearly describe what I actually thought I felt in my dream. Our bodies pressed tighter to one another and our arms wrapped tighter around each others body.
Our hips began to move against the others pelvis and our thighs pushed underneath the others' bottom. The moaning and groaning began again and the inner stirring found its way from my abdomen into my pussy.
I wanted to feel him inside me, pushing deep. I wanted to feel his pelvis moving up against mine, but first I wanted him to see something. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. After I had his attention I opened my legs wider for him to have a good look at my fingers finding there way between my lips. I slowly pushed my middle finger inside and slid out very slowly and he got a glimpse of the cream that followed. He began whispering again and closing his eyes, but opened them quickly as not to miss a thing.
The cream that lay on my finger, I used to lubricate my clit and I circled around it as it swelled bigger and bigger. I couldn't take anymore than that so I stopped and grabbed the back board and crouched to my feet. Still straddling him, I asked him to do the honors and he guided his cock into my pussy, which was swollen and very, very wet.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling every last ridge of his veins against the bumpiness of my walls. Such a beautiful kind of friction it made. I could hold myself better that way...crouching on my feet and holding the back board...so I could ride him as wildly as I had been...well, dreaming of. I slid up and down his shaft easily, but it was still tight, because of my petite-ness and the position I was in. My movements became faster and faster as his cock hit that special spot over and over with precision. Now, I began to get loud and wild. I rode him in a state of oblivion, my mind just registering one thing. Pleasure. Two if you count...bliss, which I will because it felt damn good.
Nothing on this earth could have been better at that moment. I slowed down then and squeezed him inside of my walls. I didn't want to have my first orgasm with him in that position. I wanted his warm body on top of me, I wanted to feel his heart beat and his lips touching mine as I climaxed. I told him this and he smiled for he desired the same thing. We moved on the bed and he slid his hot, sweaty body onto mine and I sighed.

He looked into my eyes as he slowly slid his dick into my moist canal to the very hilt. I didn't want to stop looking at him, but the feeling of that movement shot to my brain giving me a head rush, I felt drugged. My eyes closed for a moment and I felt his lips kiss mine. I opened my lips to give him access to my tongue, but I couldn't open my eyes to save my life. I felt as if I were on the verge of tears then and began to caress his back and shoulders. He ground his hips into my own while my arms tightened around him. I whispered in his ear for him to plunge a little deeper. Deeper he plunged, pressing me into the mattress. I let go of him then, sensing a need to...float into the air (for lack of a sober
description) as my body moved on its own. I raised my hips to him as he slammed back into me with deliberate force. I grabbed the pillow in back of my head and threw my hips back at him, challenging him. He grabbed my shoulders from underneath me and drove into me so hard I thought he would push me through the bed frame.
Thrusting and prodding he led me to that euphoric wave and while I was getting there I let go of the pillow and put my arms on his shoulders, looking into his eyes again. He slowed his thrust and began to move inside of me, deep and slow, over and over. He pulled out just enough only to press into me hard...and deep.
My thighs started to tremble and the vibrations snaked their way up to my abdomen and burst into a sensation so great that it triggered an awesome explosion within my walls. Causing me to scream in pleasure and in exquisite pain. When he witnessed this, his own restraint fell and his body trembled as he orgasmed a second time. We couldn't help but press into one another and doing that allowed his thick shaft to hit that pleasure spot that was still pulsating within me, sending me into a multiple orgasm. I did cry then, because the torture was sweet and deadly at the same time.

We lay there, in ecstasy, in oblivion, who knows, but wherever we were it was indescribable. As I lay there, I wondered to myself...who is this man that I have shared so much with, but have no idea as to whom he is. That is when I woke with a throbbing feeling between my thighs. A nice gentle little fire that sent me to the showers to awaken it and extinguish it...
In a breathless daze I left the shower thinking I may never find out who this mysterious man is...but couldn't wait to see him in my dreams again.

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