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2006-10-11

Next thing I know is I’m having this fantastic dream, an erotic dream. I can’t see faces or bodies or who is there, but a hundred thousand hands are softly caressing my body. They are specially interested in my legs, then my belly, then my butt. The number of hands are diminishing, but the intensity of their caresses are increasing, although none are going to my crotch. Yet. I can feel them caressing my stockinged legs, my laced body, whispering in my ear. I can’t make out what they are saying, but the breathing in my ear is turning the heat up between my legs, front and back!. That warm breath in my ear along with the murmur is making me crazy, the soft touching on my body worse, I feel like I want to come, but somehow, something is making me hold back. I try to roll over, get face down in the bed so I can rub my dick against the mattress, but the hands won’t let me.
Those hands get back to my legs, caressing my thighs, getting closer and closer to my crotch. Then, a little snap sound, the undoing of the crotch in the bodysuit brings me alive. I open my eyes and I am in shock. It takes me some time to realize what is going on, the hundred hands caressing my body are only two now. I open my eyes wide, I can’t believe what is happening, I am really in shock. But, dam I am so horny, so hot, my mind is fogged by the feelings, by the rum, by the suddenly broken dream.
I try to focus, and try and can’t believe what I see.

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   So I try to focus, I try to wake up.

• Nola

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• Salome

  

But I am awake, and the hands caressing my body are real, and the feeling is real, and it feels, oh, so, so very nice!. So very good!. The body suit crotch is up to my navel now, and the hands are softly caressing my belly, going down, down, stopping a millimeter short of my dick, and doing it all over again, then going to my thighs, caressing them over the soft cloth of the pantyhose, coming up, up, stopping a millimeter short of my balls, and going all over the same route. I really do not know what to do. I want it to stop, it is so embarrassing, it is so wrong, and at the same time it so good, oh Lord, it feels so good I don’t want it ever to stop.
At this point I am about to shout to stop, quit, hold on the torture, but one of the hands, softly, deftly, kindly, erotically gets to my belly and slides under the edge of the pantyhose, sliding down, down, down, all the way to my crotch. Gets a good, magnificent, erotic, fantastic grip of my cock and begins to stroke it, slowly, deliberately. The other hand is not far behind, but, instead of grabbing my dick, keeps going down, down, past my balls, to my ass. Now it comes back, to my dick, to the very tip of my dick, rubs the tip, gathering pre-cum, a lot of it is coming out.