Dream Suddenly Stopped
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,500
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Dream Suddenly Stopped
Mine. Entirely.
Feel free to correct my grammar.
Newly edited to be not in the first person... kinda hard to read stuff you wrote seeing "you" and "She" when you know the "you" is supposed to be the guy that dumped you... but that's angsty and bad, so let's ignore.
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"Hey honey." Kristina calls as she hears the front door open and close when her long-standing live in boyfriend, Justin, comes in. Coming out of the bedroom wearing just her old green denim button-down shirt just in time to see him plop down in his comfy chair after kicking off his shoes, mumbling a greeting. "Bad day?"
"Yea, but that's nothing new." Justin says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she sits on the arm of his chair, leaning over to give you a soft, slow kiss.
"Want something to eat?" She asks, gently playing with his long, thick dark-brown hair.
"No, I ate before. I'm okay." Justin says, stretching a little before starting to gently caress her bare hip.
"Stopped off with the guys? Ya know, I'll never understand why you think you can't just say that... I don't get mad when you go to the strip clubs, why would I get mad about dinner." She says, smiling as she kisses him softly again. "Back rub?"
"That sounds good... don't know if I can convince myself to move, though." He says and she smirks as she moves to sit on his lap, straddling him in that way that never fails to remind her of their first time. This time, though she starts massaging his shoulders instead of making out with him. Seeing perfect opportunity, he slowly runs his hands up her body from her hips to start gently massaging her breasts, giving her all sorts of ideas, though only one presents itself as particularly interesting this time.
"Are you going to be particularly disappointed if I just give you a real back rub later instead?" Kristina asks, as his thumbs begin circling her nipples softly through the fabric, causing them to perk up just for him.
"Aww... what do I get in the meantime?" He asks, beginning to pout... which only makes her smile because it's cute and they both know he's not about to let himself be punished. She smiles mischievously before laying a deep, passionate kiss on him.
"You get... something special." She purrs only to slip carefully off his lap. He smiles a little, figuring out what's coming, and takes off his shirt as she takes off his jeans with a little cooperation from him.
She strokes his dick gently, recalling to herself how perfectly it fits inside of her, as he gets harder for her... quickly finding a comfortable angle and getting on her knees to lick the underside of his cock slowly, taking you into her mouth when she gets to the tip. She sucks gently, bobbing up and down his firm shaft, playing book porn in her head to better remember fictional tricks that seemed to work pretty well as she swirls her tongue around his head every so often. She feels his hand on the back of her head, gently urging her on, his touch seeming to make her scalp tingle slightly, not unpleasantly, making her want to smile at the very least while she gently flicks her tongue on the underside of his shaft. She wants nothing more than to get up and make love to him as he gently plays with her hair while She's suckling you, but she thinks to herself that she'll get what she wants all in good time, so she contents herself with the knowledge that he seems to be enjoying himself - or at least, that's what she imagines as that's all she can do with his intentional complete lack of sound. The coping mechanism for "no indication of right or wrong" happens to have developed into "if you get bored with it, change it" - meaning that she soon picks up her pace, leaving the rhythm she had established behind.
"I'm coming." He whispers breathlessly a moment or two later, thankfully having enough presence of mind to warn her so that she doesn't wind up choking as she finishes you off without the more pleasurable use of her mouth. She watches his face relax entirely as his come splatters onto her wrist and hand and a bit of his thigh, stroking him until she's sure he's finished... or at least she intends to. Instead he gently pulls her up with one hand on the back of her neck to kiss her passionately. She can only take it as gratitude, so she licks gently across his lips as she kisses him, knowing that he loves when she does that.
"I'll be right back." She whispers, quickly going to get a dishrag for the mess they've made. "So do you feel like moving now, or should I just toss a blanket over you there?" She asks, wiping her hand off and handing him the rag.
"No, come here." He says, wiping his leg off and tossing the rag aside as she comes back to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around her as she curls up, content to cuddle for a few minutes, and she kisses him gently. "Ready for bed?"
"Yes and no." She says grinning, memories of many other nights - mainly the ones with him above her working that seemingly custom-fitted dick of his in and out of her - flitting through her mind. She carefully climbs off his lap and heads for the bedroom, knowing he's following closely.
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I want to finish this when I get over him... I'll work on it.
Feel free to correct my grammar.
Newly edited to be not in the first person... kinda hard to read stuff you wrote seeing "you" and "She" when you know the "you" is supposed to be the guy that dumped you... but that's angsty and bad, so let's ignore.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"Hey honey." Kristina calls as she hears the front door open and close when her long-standing live in boyfriend, Justin, comes in. Coming out of the bedroom wearing just her old green denim button-down shirt just in time to see him plop down in his comfy chair after kicking off his shoes, mumbling a greeting. "Bad day?"
"Yea, but that's nothing new." Justin says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she sits on the arm of his chair, leaning over to give you a soft, slow kiss.
"Want something to eat?" She asks, gently playing with his long, thick dark-brown hair.
"No, I ate before. I'm okay." Justin says, stretching a little before starting to gently caress her bare hip.
"Stopped off with the guys? Ya know, I'll never understand why you think you can't just say that... I don't get mad when you go to the strip clubs, why would I get mad about dinner." She says, smiling as she kisses him softly again. "Back rub?"
"That sounds good... don't know if I can convince myself to move, though." He says and she smirks as she moves to sit on his lap, straddling him in that way that never fails to remind her of their first time. This time, though she starts massaging his shoulders instead of making out with him. Seeing perfect opportunity, he slowly runs his hands up her body from her hips to start gently massaging her breasts, giving her all sorts of ideas, though only one presents itself as particularly interesting this time.
"Are you going to be particularly disappointed if I just give you a real back rub later instead?" Kristina asks, as his thumbs begin circling her nipples softly through the fabric, causing them to perk up just for him.
"Aww... what do I get in the meantime?" He asks, beginning to pout... which only makes her smile because it's cute and they both know he's not about to let himself be punished. She smiles mischievously before laying a deep, passionate kiss on him.
"You get... something special." She purrs only to slip carefully off his lap. He smiles a little, figuring out what's coming, and takes off his shirt as she takes off his jeans with a little cooperation from him.
She strokes his dick gently, recalling to herself how perfectly it fits inside of her, as he gets harder for her... quickly finding a comfortable angle and getting on her knees to lick the underside of his cock slowly, taking you into her mouth when she gets to the tip. She sucks gently, bobbing up and down his firm shaft, playing book porn in her head to better remember fictional tricks that seemed to work pretty well as she swirls her tongue around his head every so often. She feels his hand on the back of her head, gently urging her on, his touch seeming to make her scalp tingle slightly, not unpleasantly, making her want to smile at the very least while she gently flicks her tongue on the underside of his shaft. She wants nothing more than to get up and make love to him as he gently plays with her hair while She's suckling you, but she thinks to herself that she'll get what she wants all in good time, so she contents herself with the knowledge that he seems to be enjoying himself - or at least, that's what she imagines as that's all she can do with his intentional complete lack of sound. The coping mechanism for "no indication of right or wrong" happens to have developed into "if you get bored with it, change it" - meaning that she soon picks up her pace, leaving the rhythm she had established behind.
"I'm coming." He whispers breathlessly a moment or two later, thankfully having enough presence of mind to warn her so that she doesn't wind up choking as she finishes you off without the more pleasurable use of her mouth. She watches his face relax entirely as his come splatters onto her wrist and hand and a bit of his thigh, stroking him until she's sure he's finished... or at least she intends to. Instead he gently pulls her up with one hand on the back of her neck to kiss her passionately. She can only take it as gratitude, so she licks gently across his lips as she kisses him, knowing that he loves when she does that.
"I'll be right back." She whispers, quickly going to get a dishrag for the mess they've made. "So do you feel like moving now, or should I just toss a blanket over you there?" She asks, wiping her hand off and handing him the rag.
"No, come here." He says, wiping his leg off and tossing the rag aside as she comes back to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around her as she curls up, content to cuddle for a few minutes, and she kisses him gently. "Ready for bed?"
"Yes and no." She says grinning, memories of many other nights - mainly the ones with him above her working that seemingly custom-fitted dick of his in and out of her - flitting through her mind. She carefully climbs off his lap and heads for the bedroom, knowing he's following closely.
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I want to finish this when I get over him... I'll work on it.