You know I dream about you. You also know how I can’t help playing with myself upon waking from these vivid dreams of you, anything to escape this prison of frustration from not having you.

In my fantasies I picture you before me in all your glory. Not too tall and not too short, intelligent eyes and soft lips. Your mischievous face that makes me want to do things that verge on the obscene with you. I would have to tease you., knowing you know exactly the extent of my longing to have you I would have to be the epitome of self control. Unlikely though.

In my day dreams I kiss you slowly and deliberately down your neck and across your chest. Licking and biting my way down to your hips I ignore your rousing cock as I continue my trail down your thighs … calves and to the top of your feet. Oh so slowly stroking my way back up your legs, tracing the paths of my kisses, memorising your body with my hands.

Ignoring the dampness between my thighs, I place my hand around the base of your swollen cock and start to lick the tip , slowly lapping you. Kissing up and down the shaft, I look you straight in the eye as I slide you into my mouth until you hit the back of my throat. You taste even more delicious than you look. I love the feeling of control over you as you begin to respond to me devouring you eagerly. My thighs are slick and I can’t resist sliding a hand up them and circling my clit, my moans sending vibrations along your now extremely hard cock.

Stopping me- with a touch of hesitance - you position me on the bed in all fours, scratching lightly down my spine giving me shivers. Watching me wriggle my hips in anticipation you quickly put on a condom, and place the tip of your cock up against my pussy. I am literally trembling by this point. Holding my hips so firm I know I’ll have finger bruises by tomorrow, you push inside me in one hard long stroke. I gasp at being buried up to the hilt with you, and am teetering on the edge of my climax.

You pull out almost completely, slowly, and teasingly. I moan in frustration. You wait. I hold my breath. Gripping me tighter you start to fuck me in long hard powerful strokes. I come, climax, orgasm whatever you want to call it, I am, and screamingly! Your urgency is showing as you start to fuck me harder and harder, my loud vocals encouraging you as I climax over and over again, my pussy clenching around you tightly. It feels meltingly, beggingly good.

I feel you pull out and instruct me to lie on my back, you tell me to make myself come once more for you. Positioning yourself on your knees beside me your eyes appreciating my curves. I trail my hand down my body only pausing briefly to stroke my breasts and pinch my nipples. Stroking to the top of my waist I get impatient and plunge two fingers forcefully in my cunt circling my clit with my thumb, until I come in a short sharp and sweet shudder and open my eyes to you coming over my breasts.

Orgasming violently, clutching my vibrator I drift out my dream, half opening my eyes. If only this dream did come on true, oh I would be one happy woman indeed. I won’t tell the husband if you don’t…?