It’s 4:30 in the morning and I jolt awake……
*ugh fuck again?*
The pillow is in between my legs again, damp from my wetness. What am I? A 16 year old boy? What kind of grown woman has wet dreams?
*the kind that hasn’t been fucked in almost 3 years doll*
Oof okay true…..but still……my fingers reach down to inspect the damage and brush slightly against my clit. My body jerks at the touch. She is sensitive and aching, begging to be touched. The dream I woke up from starts playing again in my head. My caramel skin being kissed by the sun as I dig my toes into the sand. My margarita keeping me cool and refreshed while the head between my thighs laps at my pussy like the waves beating against the shore.
His tongue does a dance across my clit while one…..two fingers slide into me causing a moan to escape my lips. The thickness of his fingers combined with the pressure from his tongue makes me grip his hair and start grinding into his mouth. His pussy soaked fingers find their way to my tight asshole and press their way inside while he tongue fucks me and teases my clit with his thumb.
God he is so fucking good at this. I always knew he would be. His lips were made to perfectly wrap around my swollen clit. His fingers knew exactly where to go and how hard to press.
My hard nipples getting misted by the ocean breeze, glisten in the sun as I start to feel that familiar warmth that starts down in my toes and creeps up my legs, causing them to tremble. Using both hands to grip his head in place I start bucking my hips into him, making sure his tongue runs over every fold and crevice of my pussy. His fingers in my asshole plunge fast and deep, stretching it sending tingles up my spine.
Just as the first wave of orgasm ripples through my body I cry out, my eyes pop open and when everything comes back into focus I see the four walls of my bedroom. As I listen to the rain beat against the window, my heartbeat steadies and I realize my fingers are still buried in my pussy. I pull them out and lick my juices off each finger. I have always loved the way I taste. Sweet and forbidden.
I roll over and look at the clock……6:15. Sigh…..time for me to run. I hop up and while I’m getting dressed I try desperately to forget about the man I dreamed who’s head was nestled between my thighs.
*fuck I need to get laid* I think for the thousandth time as I head out the door to run away from the erotic dreams enticing me to stay in bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j0owog/wet_dreams_and_sandy_beaches
I enjoyed that, thanks