"Say goodnight, motherfucker"
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I awaken in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare. Fourth night in a row this has happened. I say a quick prayer and roll over on my side. Laying next to me is a different type of dream. My sweet dream. As I admire her sleeping frame, "he" awakens also.  Stretching, "he" looks over and sees that beautiful ass in a thong. Such a lovely visual it is. I try to roll back over but he wont allow me to. Something about this sweet dream he just has to explore. Flashbacks of previous sessions causes me to not fight the urge. I reach over and touch her back. Sexy. You ask me how can a back be sexy? If you saw it, you would understand. The arch in her back reminds me of Miguel's "Arch & Point" song, because when I see her "arch" he "points" in that direction. I try to respect her sleeping, but knowing what lies dormant in her I refuse to deprive myself. I'm lucky that she is laying in an awkward position. Right leg bent up to her stomach, left leg straight down. This allows me full access to her sweetness. I take a deep breath, as if I'm going down under into the sea of abyss. And to be honest, it's kind of the same thing. Her light snore lets me know that my movements haven't interfered with her dreamworld. Moving her thong to the side ever so gently, I stick out my tongue, my taste buds receiving the shock of their life. Never have I ever tasted something so sweet. Fear overcomes my body briefly, afraid that I will contract diabetes with a few more licks. 'We all gotta die from something' I tell myself as I slide my tongue inside her. After the third plunge I hear her moan. Almost instinctively she slides back into my face, and I gladly accept her offering. Now that she is awake I turn her onto her back so I can put on my best performance, and thankfully she obliges. I start off with slow, long licks up and down her pussy. After the sixth lick it's as if the knob was broken on the faucet because her juices are now all over my face. "Aaaaah, tastes like kool-aid" I think to myself as I continue to alternate between long licks and plunges. By now she is fucking my tongue and I am trying to touch all of her spots. Her hand on my head, she pushes me in deeper, trying to direct me to that one spot that most guys don't reach. Her hips are rotating, her clit is pulsating. She tells me don't stop and I obey her. Her legs start to tremble, fueling my passion to please her. She gasps for air, arches her back and begs for me not to stop. "I have no intention to" I secretly tell myself as I crack the access code to her fountain. As a kitten laps away at his milk in order to survive, I drink from her nectar as if its the key to life itself. She empties her honey, her body drained at this point. I grab ahold of her, pullin her close to me. I tried to just cuddle with her but "he" has a different agenda. Without any assistance from me "he" enters her, as if he's an anaconda gliding into a pool. The way he feels inside of her evokes emotions out of me that have been dormant for a long time. Feelings that no other woman could conjure up. Am I complaining? Hell no. I'm in a land of ecstasy at this point. Just as soon as I start to feel the rumble deep within me, he exits and sends a message to my brain to pull her on top of him. Not wanting to be hardheaded(which is ironic at this point) I obey his orders. As she rides me I can't help but think about how much I love her. And as my heart starts to swell, this feeling starts to spill out into the rest of my body. Following my blood stream, it heads down south. I feel it moving slowly like hot lava running down the side of a monstrous volcano. Unable to control it, I find myself erupting. As the lava spews out into her atmosphere, she releases her own combative juices, causing me to spasm inside of her from the feeling of complete fulfillment. She falls on top of me, exhausted. I wrap my arms around her as she falls asleep. He starts to slowly withdraw himself, as a feeling equivalent to nigga-itis overtakes him. No longer able to hold on to reality, I fall into a deep sleep, thinking that the dreamworld could never compare to my reality.