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STORY 15 - CUMMING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND AND HIS SON (III)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (I)
I see him for the first time as he is stepping out of a black car in the parking garage wearing a suit that costs more than my rent.I’m sitting in my twelve-year-old Honda with a flat tire and a YouTube tutorial on my phone that’s buffering because the garage has no signal.My day has been the kind of day that makes you question every decision that led to this moment – including the decision to move into a building I can barely afford because the studio on the fourth floor had natural light and a bathtub, and I’m a sucker for bathtubs.He walks past my car. Stops. Backs up. Looks at the flat tire. Looks at me – mascara from this morning slightly smudged, work blouse untucked.“Need a hand?” he says.His voice is low and unhurried. It's also the kind of voice that makes you trust the person speaking it before you’ve processed what they’ve said.“I’m fine,” I lie. “I’m watching a tutorial.”“Your phone has no signal down here.” He’s already walking to my trunk. Opening it. Pulling out
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (V)
She adjusts our position and lies between my legs with her body stretched along the mattress, and her mouth level with my pussy.She slides two fingers inside me and curves them upward – pressing my g-spot with steady, rhythmic pressure.“What are you –”“Trust me.”She presses upward again in firm, repeated strokes against my g-spot. Her fingertips are hooked against the spongy tissue and pulsing with her other hand pressing on my lower stomach from outside – adding pressure above the spot she’s stroking from inside.The sensation builds differently from anything I’ve felt. It feels like a deep, pressurized feeling that starts in my pelvis and expands outward.My legs start to shake and my breathing becomes faster and shallower, to the point that I'm almost hyperventilating.“Relax,” she murmurs as she continues at the pace she is going. “Let it build. Don’t clench – relax and push.”I push. And something releases – a gush of warmth, a flood that sprays from me and soaks her hand and
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
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