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STORY 14 - WILDERNESS SEX THERAPY (I)
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2026-02-24 02:16:45
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (IV)
I begin to eat her pussy in the way I know how – I’ve never done this before and the angle is unfamiliar. My jaw doesn’t know how to position itself and twice my nose bumps her clit in a way that’s clumsy, but the fundamental knowledge is there.I push two fingers inside her. She’s wet – soaked, the walls of her pussy gripping my fingers with a heat that surprises me. I curl them upward – finding the g-spot, pressing, stroking, play with it the way I play with my own. Her response confirms the location – her back arching off the cushion as her hand grabs the armrest, a sound escaping her that’s half moan and half cry.I lick her clit and finger her g-spot and I’m doing to her what she did to me, and the symmetry of it – two women pleasuring each other with shared knowledge – makes something bloom in my chest that’s wider than arousal.She cums on my fingers. Her pussy clenching – I feel it from the inside for the first time, the rhythmic contractions around my digits, the walls grippi
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (III)
She lowers her mouth to my pussy and the sound I make is loud, because this, for me, is a revelation.Her tongue is – knowing. That’s the word. Not aggressive, not tentative, knowing. She circles my clit with the tip of her tongue in the exact pattern that works because it’s a woman’s pattern – the specific counterclockwise motion that every woman discovers through experimentation and that no man has ever replicated because they can’t feel from the inside what we feel."Oh my god –" My hands find her hair. Long, silky, spilling across my thighs. I grip and she moans against my pussy and the vibration adds to the precision of her tongue. “How are you – how do you know exactly –”“Because I have one too.” She pulls back just enough to speak, her mouth glistening. “I know what feels good because I feel it.” She lowers her mouth back. Her tongue returning to the exact spot.She eats me with precision. Her tongue on my clit – the specific circles no man has ever gotten right this fast.Two
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (II)
My chest cracks open.All the staring and the it doesn’t mean anything mantras I’ve been reciting while memorizing the shape of her mouth hit me.She’s been doing it too. She changed her lip gloss for me.I pull her tank top over her head and the sight of her stop my breathing. I’ve seen them before. A thousand times. Changing in dorm rooms, trying on bras at stores, but I’ve never seen them. Not like this. With permission as she is straddling my lap and the lamplight warm on her dark skin and her nipples pointing at me like invitations.“Touch them,” she says. “I’ve imagined your hands on them.”I cup her tits and the world tilts.Her skin is softer than mine. Warmer. Her tits are fuller – heavy in my palms, the weight different from cupping my own in the shower. The shape is slightly different, the flesh yielding under my fingers in a way that I feel in my pussy as I drag my thumbs across her nipples. They stiffen further under my touch and she gasps in a way that’s nothing like the
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (I)
I’ve been staring at Priya’s mouth for ten years and pretending I haven’t.It's not in a way I’d admit to anyone, including myself, because it’s the kind of staring I can easily rationalize – she has nice lips, I’m appreciating them aesthetically, the way you appreciate a painting or a sunset or a well-designed shoe. Heterosexual appreciation. The kind that could not mean anything more than the fact that your best friend is objectively beautiful and you’re an observant person.Except observant people don’t memorize the exact shade of lip gloss their best friend wears. They don’t notice when she switches from the pink one to the berry one. They don’t track the way her lower lip catches between her teeth when she’s thinking, the way it glistens when she licks it mid-sentence, the way it looks wrapped around the rim of a wine glass at 11 PM on a Friday when they’re sitting on my couch doing what they’ve done every Friday for a decade – drinking too much, talking too honestly, pretending
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (IV)
“That’s the mate bond. It doesn’t fade. It gets stronger.” He thrusts slow. Grinding. The ridges on his cock pressing against my g-spot with each rotation. “Every time I’m inside you, it deepens. Every time I cum inside you, it strengthens. By morning you’ll feel my heartbeat when I’m across a room.”“What else?”“You’ll feel when I shift. When the wolf runs, you’ll feel the freedom in your own chest. When I hunt, you’ll taste blood in your mouth.” He fucks me deeper. His hand cupping my face. “And when I’m aroused – when the wolf wants his mate – you’ll feel the heat between your legs before I’m anywhere near you. Your body will prepare for me without your permission.”“That sounds –”“Intrusive?” He pushes deep. Holds. His cock throbbing inside me. “Or perfect?”“Both.”He bites me. Not my neck this time – the curve where my shoulder meets my throat. The claiming bite. His canines pierce my skin – sharp, brief, the pain searing and then flooding with warmth as his saliva enters my b
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (III)
He pushes in and the stretch is – beyond.His girth forces my pussy open wider than it’s ever been – my walls stretching and resisting, the burn sharp and constant as he sinks deeper. The ridges on his shaft drag against my inner walls and each one creates a point of friction that registers individually – not one sensation of fullness but a series of ridged stimulations that make my pussy light up in segments. The head of his cock is wide and blunt and when it presses against my cervix I feel it in my spine.He’s fully inside me. His cock buried to the base, his pelvis hot against my ass, his chest covering my back. I feel his heartbeat through his cock – faster than human, stronger, a pounding rhythm that pulses inside my walls."Fuck –" The word tears from my mouth. He’s so deep I feel rearranged. The ridges pressing against my g-spot and my walls simultaneously. His heat radiating through my core from the inside out.He moves. Not like a man – like a wolf. Fast, short, powerful thr
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