A series of stories « sweet dreams »
Is there a line between sleep, reality and our imagination? Everyone sets this line for himself …
The first sleep.
She lay on her huge bed in complete darkness. The body is relaxed after a hot bath, a slight smell of spirits, the quiet music of Frenk Sinatra, Indian incense with the smell of sandalwood and darkness, a dense soft darkness, in which only ghostly outlines are visible. Her fingers glided over her body, slightly touching her skin, like a wings of a moth. She swayed on the waves of sleep, then, falling into the depths, then, emerging upstairs. Each touch of fingers caused tiny electric discharges, which gradually concentrated at one point. Velvet skin, it is so sensitive, and so responsive to caresses. Fingers glided everywhere, causing different feelings. Rounded mounds of breasts with small solid berries caused languor;Rounded hips, sometimes so shamelessly spread out, are now tightly compressed, increasing pleasure at the main magical point. Finger slipped there, the hips got off a little. A light trembling ran through my body, in my head a rainbow. What is the most at the same time to compare with the female? No. This bud blooms, is poured with color and nectar, so that later he will hide again. Like a lotus. It’s scorching during the day, open at night for prying eyes. Sliding along the flower petals, she moaned a little, biting her chubby lips. The fever, going from the inside, burned his fingers, the impulses of pleasure randomly flew along the nerves, fogging his head, bringing unreal worlds and their inhabitants there.
She felt him entered the room, although she did not open her eye. For many years spent together, she knew his steps, smell, breath, even probably air fluctuations. Because it was her man – by nature and fate. He quietly sank down on the bed next to her, without interfering and without saying anything. She knew that he eagerly and with love was watching her, enjoying, every centimeter of her body, guessing her every movement in the twilight, deeply inhales to feel at least a molecule of her smell. And so for many years he has been burning from passion and love. Because it is his woman – by nature and fate.
She turns to him, finds his lips. The smell of the balm after shaving, excites even more. He always shaves at night, like a true lover. Her hand falls on his chest, covered with slightly tough hair. The lips at first gently, then eagerly dig into his lips. His hands tightly and gently press her elastic body to himself. Her hip she feels his tense flesh. The hand slides there, wraps around, a moan breaks from her lips, she loves so much « his », and he always reciprocates her. Her lips kiss a hole on the chin, cheeks, eyes. Like a cat, bending down, it sinks down, leading elastic breasts along his chest, stomach. Rubbed with a cheek against his chest, lips slide down. She feels his muscles under the skin. She already feels the warmth of his flesh near her face, and he feels her warm breath. It seems that the sparks run between his flesh and her lips. He does not rush – she loves to tease, torture. Closer and closer. Lip touches – groan, touching the tongue – groan. Short, barely perceptible touches. Nogoka passes slightly on the skin. And then he falls into the warm depth of her lips, lost in reality, and floating into the fairy -tale world of her caress.
She feels someone else enters the room. Alien, but not dangerous. Alien lips relate to round buttocks, the tongue slides between them. Now she floats between two different worlds, on both sides, enclosed in warm waves of male power. She lifts one leg and her flower in the power of other people’s lips and tongue, drinking her heady nectar. But her lips are also power – and she continues her game.
A stranger, breaking away from her, slides up his lips up her back, leaving traces of fading touches. Another, male and strong. She wraps him around and feels her and his fire. He enters, clasped at her palm, gently opening wet petals. Slowly, demanding, strongly, and she, removing her hand, lets it into the full depth. Full filling of hot flesh. Between the two male worlds that pierce her whole body with wild energy, the rays of primitiveness, as radiation.
No one feels separate, everything is a single whole. With sharpened perception, feelings, sensations. Up to the universe, in a round dance of stars and the culmination of the dance – an explosion of this inflorescence, male and female. Flashes, fire, heat, moisture – on both sides, and it dissolves in this, filled with elixirs of life. Dissolves and floats.
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