Only in My Dreams (A Rough and Reluctant Sleep Sex Tale)
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He grinds his long cock in and out of me pushing hard into my ass. My dark stranger reaches down and pushes my head down as he dominates me from behind.
I cheat, sneaking a hand down between my legs and start rubbing my pussy in time with his hard thrust. As soon as I do, I lose my cool and my passion has no chance of turning back. My entire body flushes and huge waves of electricity pulse through my body. They crash into the blinding white of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had—and my first with a man.
Impaled by his mammoth cock, my whole body spasms involuntarily. My pussy clamps down on his thick rod daring him to stop. I push the pillow hard into my face to muffle my moans that are bordering on screams. The intensity of my orgasm fades while my night time lover continues pounding into me from behind.
Knowing that he has made me cum hard, my visitor starts to build to his crescendo. He rises up and puts his hands to my sides. He starts to pump his thick dick into me even harder and faster. His stamina and enthusiasm is enough to get a seconds rise out of me as I quake to a second orgasm. Right when my muscles contract around him again I know he’s almost there. He pumps into me with no turning back. Regardless of being caught he starts to moan loudly.
Then it happens his entire body stiffens and jolt. he cums with his cock deep inside of me. His cocks shoot hot warmth into me and I don’t even care. Feeling his climax is completely ecstatic. Breaking the rules of our engagement, I reach and put my hand lightly on his clenched buttocks.
He collapses on top of my naked body, breathing heavily, for only a few second before he is up and gathering his clothing. When he leaves he pulls the door shut behind him.
I lie in bed, now completely alone, with a strangers cum dripping out of me onto my sheets. I almost wished he had stayed to keep me warm, or maybe just crawled under the bed—coming out each night to give me orgasm after orgasm. I feel no shame, only fulfillment, and I know this is wrong. But, really it feels like one of my deepest fantasies coming alive.
My parents have a lot of parties and I think my visitor will be back. Maybe, the moment I’m in a room with my visitor I will know exactly who it is. I, perhaps, I will see my shadow lover for exactly who he is. Will he tell me? Will he let me know? Or will he never return?
Regardless, I can’t wait to tell my parents how much fun I had and to ask them when the next party is.
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Published by Seductive Shivers
Copyright 2013