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A Wet One

We have all had them, so don’t try and deny it. They come (pun intended) out of nowhere, but I for one, am delighted when I am gifted with one.
Yes, I am referring to a “wet dream”. I am now going to share with you the last one I had. So, grab a beer, a glass of your favorite Chablis and sit back and enjoy.




 
 
I found myself in a bar on the other side of the world.

Not crowded at all. Few stragglers at the bar, a couple in a booth, soft "leg ridin" music on the jukebox.

A handsome stranger sends me a drink. When I accept he comes over and starts a conversation. He is not the type of man most of us dream of, but he was perrrrfect for me. Tall, dark hair, hazel eyes, soft kissable lips. With hands that were strong, a workers hands. All man!!(Ya know all these lil details don’t really matter when you are, in the moment, but I put this in here for effect.)
 
Then we are in the men’s room. I am sitting on the toilet and he is on all fours between my legs. Nothing quite like it, I’m here to tell ya!!

All heat and fire running through every nerve. Eyes closed, head thrown back, my butt arching, aching to meet every single stroke of his tongue. I feel the tingle begin somewhere deep. I know what it is and I try to rush towards it, but at the same time I want to hold on to it for as long as humanly possible. It’s just that delicious!

So, I pause …just for a second. A chance to breathe, but the fire is too hot now. I have to have more. My breath catches as I raise my ass, grabbing the back of his head, his lips sucking, my, by now throbbing g-spot. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to, which I didn’t. My legs tighten. My breath comes out in a low growling moan as the rush of my orgasm stains the sheets.

 
Whatever the mechanism is that delivers these beautiful little treasures, I for one, wish I could patent it …LOL!
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