A WET DREAM
EDITED BY NIKKI BOSOMPEM
To put it mildly she was blowing my mind. Her nails felt lightly
abrasive on my sac. Composure? Mine was gone. Where were her morals? Hell, she didn’t need any. The string of saliva
that stuck to the tip of my penis and clung to her bottom lip like an adhesive spoke volumes of her character if it was to
ever come in to question. I, for one, would vouch for her.
Her acts were performed with care like this was all routine. Her touches caught me off guard causing me to catch my breath
sharply. I wish she would take the dark shades off. I know she’s watching me, but I only see my reflections of pleasure.
Selfish as I am, I can’t even stand to watch. I close my eyes and see bright colors in darkness.
Suddenly she stops. She gets off the bed and tips the shades further down the
bridge of her nose. I could still only glimpse her eyelids and eyelashes. She smiled that same smile she always does after
leaving me helpless. She pushed the shades back on the bridge of her nose. Her nipples were swollen and her B cups were perky.
The white cotton T back undergarments she wore were virgin white as were the cotton socks she wore. This is usually the time
she exits stage left leaving me wondering who she is.
I usually wake up to find my Boo sound asleep next to me. She’d never let me sleep if she could see the girl in
my dreams. I was preparing for her to gather her clothes from the corner she always threw them in and leave, but what she
did was pinch the index finger and thumb of each of her hands between the cotton material on her undergarments and peeled
them down between her thighs so that they were reversed. By the time she reached her ankles the cotton T-back looked like
a tightly rolled headband. I ain’t going to lie… I gasped when she stood straight up to give me my first look
at Mrs. Pretty Pussy.
I hopped off the bed. I’m
bullshitting, I jumped off the bed knocking over and breaking the lamp on the nightstand on my side of the bed. She
met me at the side of the bed, grabbed the nape of my neck, pulled my face toward hers and forced her tongue in my mouth.
So aggressive she was, but I hardly noticed the fingers of my left hand were exploring her wet insides. She ran her right
leg along my left thigh. Her left hand squeezed and twisted the head of my penis as she breathed hot air in my ear. I eased
her to the floor. She lay on her back only showing my reflection in the shades.
I elevated her lower body by bracing the small of her back in my palms. I was on my knees. I eased
her body toward mine waiting, anticipating that perfect connection. Just as I felt her heat she braced her upper body with
her palms and locked her elbows. She seemed to be trying to intimidate me with the biting and chewing of her bottom lip.
Then it happened. I ain’t going to lie. I almost
nutted right there. She was so tight and wet my heart rode on one beat for too long and I sighed out loud. She said something
vulgar like, “Fuck.”
I ignored the friction
on my kneecaps from the rug as I guided myself forward pulling her closer to me with each stroke. I guess we were both feeling
it now because our rhythm became wild and fierce. I closed my eyes as blood filled my organ to full staff. The hairs on my
sac flared out and stood stiff as I felt myself about to blow. Just as the first gush of semen released itself from my swollen
penis head, I heard a loud banging noise. I opened my eyes to see my Boo standing there holding our two month old son. I looked
down at my vision of lust to discover my Boo’s best friend. Even worse, I wasn’t dreaming. In our frenzied state
the shades had come off and she had a wicked look of pleasure on her face.
I had been fantasizing
about her for a year and a half. Temptation is a motherfucker.
