Sensory Dreams

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Disturbed.

It’s the only way to describe the atmosphere into which I wake. I’ve been somewhere in my mind – asleep – just moments before and the impressions left on my person in that world still cling to my senses. Like streaked rivulets on a fogged glass window, tiny sharp-focused streams of clarity run through the blurred partition between dream and reality.

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Surprise!: Part Two

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Continued from the previous post:

SURPRISE!

(Written by my hubby)

I wanted to kiss Kate but decided to wait. I put my hand on Janice’s ass and began rubbing it. She did not flinch at all. It’s as if she expected me there, even wanted me there. I moved in between her legs up into her vagina. I’ve never felt it so moist!

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Surprise!: A Guest Post, Part One

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I asked my husband if he would be interested in participating in my summer prompt.
“You can do anything you want with it,” I said.  “Surprise me.”

What he came up with was definitely a surprise.

A hot contribution, from:

Mi Esposo Fabuloso (He doesn't actually look like this. He's a little cuter. And a lot taller.)

Mi Esposo Fabuloso
(He doesn’t actually look like this. He’s a little cuter. And a lot taller.)

SURPRISE!

It was a surprise to see her when I got home. Janice had said she’d invited a friend over while I was at work but I did not know it was Kate. Kate has been a topic of conversation for two weeks after Janice met her at a beach nearby. They hit it off pretty good right away talking about their favorite subject: Sex.

I can’t say I did not like the idea she was here since she was a great looking woman. All that much more so laid out on the bed next to Janice…naked.

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Pleasure Tools

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I am laid out on the bed in queenly repose:  sprawled, reclined, one hand tracing my tattoo, the other running fingers through hair still wet from the shower.  My skin is hot, my temperament relaxed, my words more drawl than demand.

“Come here and give me an orgasm.”

And he does.  Oh, he does…

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