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A Daydream About My Husband Author: Amaranta Fiore
My passion for you is a force that consumes me. I feel sometimes as if
my love for you will make my heart burst. It fuels my lust for you. Can
you see it?
It surfaced last night. You were leaning over the back of the futon, I
hugged you, and I knew at that moment I had to be a part of you. I dove
in, unzipping your pants, pulling up your shirt, yanking down your
underwear. I saw your cock there. I had taken you by surprise; you
weren't even hard yet. I licked the head- you protested that it had been
all day since your shower, but you tasted wonderful. That slightly musky
smell, that only smells like you, drove me to engulf all of you in my
mouth. My nose nuzzling the hair of your belly made me feel warm all over.
I kept you in my mouth, swirling my tongue, till I couldn't take any more.
You had grown so big in my mouth, I wanted more. I grasped your balls in
my hand, my fingers entwined in your pubic hair. You moaned. Frantic with
lust for you, I pursed my lips, increasing the suction as my head bobbed up
and down your shaft. I slid my hands up to the waist of your jeans,
tugging them down. You wriggled them down to your thighs. I grabbed your
newly-exposed ass. Don't you love it when I do that?
I love it. I love you, the feel of you, the smell of you, the taste of
you... later, kneeling in front of you, tasting your cock. Your
salty-sweet essence filled my mouth, I love you all the more. I've been
thinking about that moment all day. The feel of your cock in my mouth,
smooth and velvety. The taste of your passion flowing into my mouth. The
feel of your fingers entangled in my hair. The smell of your sweet
muskiness. The sound of you gasping my name. I've been thinking about it
all day, and I'm almost as wet now as I was last night.
I've been dreaming about you. I dreamt about the surprise you brought
me- that big black dildo. It was huge, nearly 2 inches in diameter. I
didn't think I could take it, but I lusted to try. I dream of the feel of
it sliding into my and later my ass. God, it was so intense. The
feel of it in my ass and you in my pussy, being so completely fucked I
could hardly breathe. I marveled at how you and this toy could reduce me
to a mumbling monosyllabic fiend.
I felt the bond of our marriage grow with each thrust. I can trust you
with my body, my heart, and my mind. You can penetrate the lust of my body
and my mind, pushing me to throes of ecstasy where no one but a soulmate
could venture. I love the feel of your cock driving me to be someone other
than myself. The uninhibited passionate part of me can come tumbling out.
I beg for you to fuck me, hard and fast, yet tempered with slow and soft. I
need you. I need you to fuck me completely, so I can lose myself in the
moment.
I've been dreaming about repeating our session with that big dildo. I
love the way it feels in my ass, filling me. This dildo opens me so wide,
it doesn't when you slide your inside. Laying on my back, my
legs draped over your shoulders, you thrust into me, burying it to the
hilt. You roll me back farther, bringing my ample thighs to my chest. You
watch your cock plunge into me, the sight of it triggering a lust to thrust
it in rapidly and repeatedly. I love that the sight of my body enflames
you. My sphincter squeezes and you moan in response. I part my legs and
you sink into the fierce embrace of my arms, impaling me fully.
I dream about this now, wishing for you. You will be home soon. I
think I it might be nice if you found me waiting for you, naked, with that
big black dildo buried deep in me, waiting for you to take its place. My
mind drifts... I think about what we did next. Do you remember?
I told you I wanted to be impaled. I asked you to lie down on the bed
and I squatted over you as I have many times. I frequently take you into
my in this position, but this time I lowered my ass onto your cock. God, I couldn't believe how fantastic that felt. I had to hold onto
you to maintain my balance. I clutched at you, rising up the shaft and
then plunging back down. You fingered my clitoris and I came almost
instantly, the wetness of my clinging to your fingers and running
onto your belly. Overcome, I sank again onto the fullness of your cock,
tears welling in my eyes.
You caressed my face, murmuring your love for me. Coming back into
myself, I rhythmically squeezed the base of your cock in time with your
caresses. I began to move along your shaft slowly at first, then building
in intensity. You held my hips, bringing me up to the tempo you needed. I
cried out as the hardness of your cock repeatedly thrust against the thin
membrane seperating my and ass. Your penetration reached someplace
deep inside me, perhaps the netherside of my G-spot. It was so intense
that the muscles of my contracted in response, making the stretched
pucker of my ass contract sympathetically. I could feel what seemed like a
very strange orgasm growing in me, deep and very visceral. It felt like my
very heart was pumping in time with each thrust of your cock. Suddenly, a
geiser of sensation erupted from deep within me, washing over me. I saw
stars before my eyes, as you tore into me with a final thrust, roaring
aloud your pleasure.
I've been dreaming all day of that night and so many others. Maybe
tonight you will give me more to feed my lust, love, and daydreams.
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