Of lips, tongue, fingers… on me, inside me.
It was a delightful dream – ever changing. A kaleidoscope of images, memories of sensations, fantasies of situations yet to come all with the same theme. A lovers head between my thighs, their tongue tracing every ridge until they found the sweet spot, until my body convulsed. Then, as I slickened, fingers found their way inside me – filling me. While their lips played with my clit…teasing it…sucking it….
We were in my bed, on the dining table, the plane bathroom….
And each time I was pushed to the edge and beyond – given an orgasm – with no expectation of having to return the gift of oblivion in bliss.
Dreams are lovely.
They tie us to our past and help us invent the future.
Licks!
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