Hot Blog: MIKESAPARTMENT MIKES APARTMENT dream about him every night touching me, my breasts, my thighs, finding what turns me on. Every night its the same. I wake up in a sweat, turned on by a dream. I know I can't have him, but what I wouldn't give to spend one more night in his arms, loving him.
I close my eyes and he is here, reaching for me, to touch me, kiss me. It's been so long but I can't forget how he feels. His kisses unsettle me. It's like he is part of me. He knows what I am thinking and feeling. He knows just what to do to me to turn me on.
I can feel myself shaking with just his kisses. I want to tell him to take control of me. Lead me. But I am too ashamed of my weakness for him to say anything. He runs his hands down my neck towards my breasts, lightly stroking, tenderly caressing me. I want to look into his eyes as he touches me there. I want to feel his lips on my breasts, his tongue on my nipples.
I am so close to orgasm with just his touch, I can't imagine what it will be like once he is inside me. He runs his hands down my sides as he kisses my neck, slowly slipping his hands into my panties to find the wetness there. He runs his fingers over my clit and I gasp for air, so close to an orgasm. I want to hold off on coming until he is inside me but I won't be able to. He lowers his mouth to my breast again and flicks my nipple with his tongue while he slowly runs his thumb over my clit. It's more than I can take and climax so violently I can't stop shaking. All I can think of is more, more of him, inside me please.
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