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Sex before work
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Sex before work I was thinking about someone a lot over the weekend. I think what you do for a living and who you work with can make a big difference to how sexy you feel when you get home. I work from home, ("work" being a term you can apply fairly loosly at the moment, lol, ) but sometimes things happen, or an idea comes into my head which can make me feel something stirring under the desk. Of course the feelings can start before you even go to work. I was thinking about someone I know. She works different hours to me, so that while I am up and about each morning she is asleep. I thought about her head on the pillow. Her long hair would be all over her shoulders and messed up on top of the sheets. I love messy long hair, when it gets all shooshed around by the wind, or by her head turning as she sleeps. It would be warm in her bed, and she would be naked. She would be dreaming. Maybe she would be dreaming about me. She knows I think about her while she is sleeping. She knows I would love to slip into her bedroom and put my hand under the covers to run the roughened skin of the palm of my hand over her thighs and hips while she is still only half awake. I imagine in her dream she would hear herslef murmur, "Mmmm Dreamer, is it time for me to get up already?" "Not yet baby, not yet, just lie sleeping for a little bit longer, I'll tell you when it is time to wake up." I would pull my shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt, shaking off my jeans and pulling off my socks as I felt the warmth of her body close to mine, sliding into bed with her, into that secret little dream world of hers. That first moment when you get into bed with someone warm and sleepy is exquisite. Your body tingles all over as you slide your knee between their legs and press yourself against them. I would feel that blissful moment of acceptance and recognition as she put an arm around my back and pulled me even closer to her. In the half light through the curtains her face looks even more beautiful as I press my mouth against hers and feel her lips open as her tounge flickers against mine. "I was dreaming you were making love to me," she might whisper softly. "I am," I would say. I would move my lips from hers and run them up and down the side of her neck, feeling for that little place at the hair line that would set her pulse racing, sucking, nibbling teasing gently and feeling the heat rising in her. My hands would be carressing lower down her body, down her sides and back up over her stomach, letting my thumbs drift lightly over her nipples for a moment, noticing a satisfying jolt ripple through her before tripping my fingers down over her hips again. Those nipples would be aching by now. I ought to do something about them. If I peel back the covers and cup a breast in my hand I can bring a nipple up to my mouth. I can tell it needs me to suck it in and squeeze it gently against my teeth with my tongue. I can feel the need flowing through her now, and her legs are beginning to bend and flex, like she is swimming in the sheets in slow motion. We kiss again and this time she is more insistent, and as I try to slyly rub my hardened cock against her hip I feel her fingers close around it right on cue, and her thumb slides over the tip rubbing in a drop of super smooth pre-cum. Her leg is thrown over me now and I push her away, down onto the bed and take a nipple between each finger and thumb, squeezing and tugging quite hard and then giving each a little twist. "Oh my god" is the only thing I hear apart from our breathing, and then, "I need you in me dreamer, fuck me please dreamer." I move between her legs and her fingers tug at my cock, bringing me to her hot pussy lips. I press in just a little and rub my cock over them to get it thoroughly wet. Then I press in deep and we both gasp as I bury myself as far as I can and then just hold there steady. She is rocking and heaving underneath me and tugging at her own nipples. Then I feel her hand between us as she starts to run her thumb over her clit and I abandon my self to her kisses and to the long deep thrusting rythym we both need. We are lost in a cocoon of warmth and love and sensation as we rock towards orgasm and I can hear her gasping and groaning out hers as the pressure builds up inside me until a long spasm sends my cum deep into her, followed by several more long, hard squirts as she keeps on coming until we both subside. A few minutes go by, we say a few words. Then I kiss her gently and tell her, "Time to get up now baby." "No," she complains, like a who doesn't want to go to school. "just a few more minutes." So I will kiss her one more time and then leave her there, in her dream world dreaming of me, until she wakes and it is time for her to get up and shower and start another busy day in her life. But at least she has been dreaming of me. |
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Thanks foxy - glad to give you a moment!
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That was a beautiful dream. Mmmm, and I sooo love "dream time" sex. SkierChick  
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lovely, dreemy... absolutely lovely... as usual . . Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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Secret you write far too well to be needing to steal lines from anyone, but if you find somewhere where it fits in perfectly then go ahead and be my guest, I'm very flattered. I like the Mmmmmmmmmmm too by the way!
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That was a beautiful dream. Mmmm, and I sooo love "dream time" sex.
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Let me know how that dream turns out Suzanne.
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lovely, dreemy... absolutely lovely... as usual . .
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As I am sure you have realized it works the same for me. Ideas and thoughts too.
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 Oh thank god you took ya socks off!!!    Oh YAY.....Way to be woken up in the morning!Nicely done Hun! Kizza 
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I wish I'd never written it now.
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 Life isn't about how many breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away!    
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