In a dreamer's universe

An interesting day I had today....

I started the day off by feeling horrible, again. And seeing as today had just ended I feel good another day another dollar…. not to mention I'm also horny as all hell. Decided to go to sleep getting home 1am will do that to you. The dream I had last night transcended time and space and sent me to a lover’s place. This woman is thick in the hips, lips and a body of curves that screamed to be driven on by the fiercest of drifting sports car cuninlynguists. 

I imagined myself drumming my tongue in her pussy in slow, long and constant circles. Her pussy tasted like the sweetest of watermelon glazed with honey on the whole of my tongue. As her curvaceous and exotic passion fruit gushed with excitement my tongue became glazed over with a thin layer of her sticky sweet. The more my tongue flicked and drifted on and off beat like a high hat jazz tempo. Quickly I drifted on and off her major roads of travel which all led to her all important point of interest. Like chaos theory her pussy was addicted to the erratic. But, constant motions of what was as I can describe me giving her a tour of the universe inside my head. Her body wanted more as she grabbed my locs holding on for dear life as I picked up speed making her eyes roll into the back of her head as the stars became planets and back into stars all blurs and waves of color. Her body begins to shake and converge into a tiny ball in the center of my tongue then melting away like a breath mint. Then with an unexpected and violent bang like the universe is born she becomes alive again exploding into what seems to be an infinite waterfall of falling stars and rainbows. 

Cumming hard like Katrina on New Orleans she is left in a beautifully devastated and peaceful state. Reaching a pure calming essence of what can only be described as a moment of nirvana. She gets up to get some water from her thrilling adventure I then tell her that the ride is not over and that when she comes back. She would get to see the other side of the universe in my mind. As I reveal my jet shiny black rocket that has been prepped and ready for takeoff. Maybe this time I can explore the universe inside of her.

Hands Explore Curves

All it took was a sexy smile. From then on I knew I would be in for a treat. I used my hands to explore her curves. Like a master sculptor creating he’s next masterpiece. Or the next great musician fingering he’s guitar.

These hands thoroughly expressed my intense emotions through her. Smoothing, forming and caressing her with hot accents to my liking. Delicate but rough I begin to create my next great masterpiece upon her form like an empty canvas having only my hands and my imagination as limits to all possibilities.

When we met she told that she couldn’t believe I was blind because of the way I moved. Little did she know I had memorized every detail and that even now I was memorizing her body and all of its beautiful flaws. I feel her body react and sway becoming more and more anxious as I tease her valleys and peaks with my finger tips. She gets more excited as I am just now begging to play with her body. Delicately flicking her nipples back and forth slowly like caressing petals on a flower. They feel like precious stones maybe amber or jade.

I grab her breasts forcefully and drift melodic fingertips down into her sweet nectar filled honey pot. Her back arches as the pleasure for her begins to double. As I play on her walls like a jazz beat. I make love to her body with slow, melodic, direct intention. My hands drum beats out off of pure inspiration. Like child’s play I am drifting down her curves with no fear of wrong turns.

By the pleasure and passion of my touch she has become bound by it. She moans and bites her lip the deeper and faster I play inside of her with my fingertips.  She wants and urges to grasp on to me. To wrap her legs around me in a deathly leg lock like some snake devouring its prey. But, like I said she is bound by her restraints keep her where I want her. I have only just begun to create my passionate filled masterpiece. Even though her moans and screams of delight express her want to get to the main event. Especially the way her juices are flowing out her like free flowing honey. 

I lick my fingers clean of her sweetness.

I think it is now time for this blind man to taste what my fingertips have created.