Do you want me to play with you, baby? Or do you need some funishment before I take you in any way I please?”
I haven’t even started to play with you yet. Growling, he says “You’re so wet already. One stays on the small of my back, keeping me pressed close to him. I get excited even more and scratch his back harder. Making our bodies press together so close it’s hard to breathe. Which in turn makes me feel that stupidity giddy shiver deep inside. When I get to his back I scratch softly, making him shiver. He pulls me over to face him and kisses me so deeply I get light headed. In that deep voice that he knows drives me crazy he says “So just relax.” He starts nuzzling my neck. He wasn’t planing on us getting out of bed that day. He tells me the girls are already gone to school/a baby sitter and that he has enough videos made up that he doesn’t need to go to the office. We exchange some mushy back and forth banter until I say that it’s time to get up, we have stuff to do. I giggled softly, “I love when you call me “baby.””. (I get my bearings as to what dream I’m in it falls into place that this is just part of a string of dreams I’ve had. Then I hear the voice of that man angel who frequents most of my dreams. I try to kinda twist around to see to whom the arm belongs (I had no clue). I woke up in a plush, soft, comfy bed(not like mine in the slightest). Posted on NovemUpdated on November 4, 2015
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