Deshi dream
Now I am writing my dream relating to you, I believe that you are the sexiest, lovely and hot girl in the universe as its my pleasure to make you happy so I am writing my dream relating you. If you do not like my dream, I am sorry and forget me and if you like then please write or call or sent SMS me to my cell phone, I will write you regularly for your pleasure. It is morning. At least that is what my muddled senses are trying to tell me. I am aware of muted sounds and hints of filtered sunlight stealing through small gaps in the curtains which seem to confirm my assumption that it is the start of a new day. But I am far from convinced. My brain tries to focus on one of the many thoughts racing through my head but they slip away as easily as fine grains of sand through a child’s fingers. Through the misty haze of receding sleep I can feel that my cock is hard. For a moment I can’t remember where I am. Slowly, as if surfacing from the depths of the ocean, I become aware of my surroundings. Looking around I see a drab, unfamiliar room, with strange furniture and a particularly unappealing painting of what appears to be a bowl of fruit on the wall. It doesn’t make sense, then as if a blind fold is removed from my eyes, it all becomes clear. I am in a hotel somewhere in your capital city. I have been away for a week on business and I am missing you terribly. We talked on the phone last night and although that helped, it does not come close to being with you, touching, holding you, smelling you, kissing you, tasting you, making love and falling asleep in your arms. The last thing I remember before I went to sleep last night was that my cock was hard from thinking about you and what we would do when I get home. Now it is morning and my cock is still hard. I wonder if it has it been that way all night? My balls are aching for release and although I can easily relieve the pressure myself I want to save it for when we are together. There is another week to go. I don’t know how I will last. As I lay there with the early morning sunshine filtering through the window I think of you. I wish you were here with me. It would be so good to wake up next to you, listening to you breathing, feeling your warm breath in the back of my neck, very aware of your warm body pressed against mine, feeling your arms around me, and your breasts pressing into my back. The image in my mind is so strong. You are still asleep as I untangle myself from your arms and roll over. You are naked and I push back the sheet that is covering you to gaze in awe at your magnificent body. My state of arousal intensifies as I let my eyes roam over your sleeping face, down your elegant neck to your magnificent firm breasts, across your flat belly to your delicious bald pussy and the ring through the hood of your clitoris. I can’t help but smile as I remember the time that we went together to have your pussy pierced, the memory of that day still vivid and erotic. I take you in my arms and hold you tight feeling you stir as you slowly begin to wake. Although you are thousands of kilometers away I can actually smell you and taste you. I press my body against yours and reach out to take one of your beautiful firm breasts in my hand, kneading it gently. I lower my head and take your nipple between my lips and suck it gently until it is hard. I turn my attention to the other nipple and suck that one too, savoring its firmness, texture and taste, delighting, as it becomes erect in my mouth. You stir, still not quite awake. I run my tongue lightly down between your breasts, across your flat belly, swirl it around your bellybutton and continue down sliding across the smooth skin. I come to the firm and very prominent mound that lies just above my ultimate goal. As always there is no pubic hair to impede my progress. I love the way you keep your pussy bare, bald, smooth and beautiful. I detect the faint, delicate aroma of your pussy. The closer I get the stronger and more intoxicating it becomes until its sweet fragrance overwhelm my senses. The tip of my tongue touches the ring through your clitoral hood and I find it almost impossible to resist the urge to take it between my lips and suck it to expose and the exquisite organ that lies beneath, but that delight will be saved for later. I run my tongue along your sweet, smooth pussy lips. I use the tip of my tongue to part them and press it inside you to taste your sweet juices. I use my tongue like a small penis to penetrate you then press it flat and run it the full length of your labia, slowly from the top to the bottom and back again and again. You stretch and moan. Although you are not yet quite fully awake I think I have your full attention. You are getting wet, your juices flowing, coating my lips with their sweet nectar. Now I seek out your clitoris and lick it with the flat of my tongue. Your response is confirmation that this is what you want and you arch your body offering me better access. I take your clit between my lips and suck it flicking it with the tip of my tongue. This has the desired effect and I feel it start to become erect and emerge from it’s hiding place just under the small silver ring that is a symbol of our love and a constant reminder that your cunt is my cunt. I take the ring between my lips and suck and pull on it so that it further stimulates your emerging and hardening clit. I become aware of your hand on my cock. You gently pull back my foreskin exposing the sensitive head and slowly, agonizingly, swirl it in the palm of your hand. The sensation is fantastic. My body becomes rigid. What you are doing to my cock tramples dangerously all over that fine line that separates ecstasy and agony. You know just exactly what to do, how to give me extreme pleasure, how to push me to the edge and beyond.