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Do you believe in lucid dreams?  Did you know that some of you provoke my overly sexual brain into having exquisite masturbation phone sex dreams?  I love when my dreams yield big in the way of wild wet orgasms.  The non-tactile orgasms that I have this way are the very best–and they actually leave me wanting more of the same.  Sometimes I find myself trying to intentionally go back to sleep to pick things up where it left off–of course they rarely works.

In my dream I showed up to his hotel. He was not expecting me. I was cordial when he opened the door, having no clue who I really was he just stared at me for a moment and then I opened my mouth and my voice spilled forth intoxicating syllables. Those notes were just what he had grown accustomed to hearing over the years. Those were the impresarios that made his cock hard–a symphonic lust washed over him and he stood aside and let me in.

Clad in a button down shirt, his tie draped lax around his neck. His eyes, glazed over slightly from the consumption of intoxicants at the hotel bar softened as they followed my lithe body into the depths of his hotel room. I removed my long, wool overcoat. My garments were of no remark, I chose a pair of faded denims and a button down blouse in midnight blue. I tied my silken hair into a modest pony tail and wore no make up. When I turned around and he beheld my tight backside in those jeans I think I heard his dick bounce off his stomach under his shirt.

“You’d fuck me right now if I’d let you,” I began, “You’d fuck me right here,” I ran my hand along the foot of his bed where the duvet laid in a heap. I put both of my palms down on the bed and tossed my head to behold the sight of him trying to contain himself. Mouth gaping, eyes wide and a nice tent forming under that shirt.

A smile spread across my face. “Here’s the deal, I’m going to take off all of my close, very slowly,” I stood up and started to unbutton my blouse. ” I am going to allow you to watch me masturbate right here on your bed, then I am going to suck your cock. You will not fuck me, Understand?”

He shook his head yes. As the scene played out and I orgasmed all over his bed I stood up and knelt before his cock. It came in a jet of salt and cream in less than 2 minutes. I stood up wiping a stray drop from the corner of my mouth. I smiled at him and looked right into his eyes. “What the fuck just happened?” He asked.

“I just happened.” I stuck my tongue in his mouth and watched as his cock, tortured and throbbing rose up again with hope of entering this tight vagina of mine–but that was not to be. Instead of fucking me in the pussy I fucked his head, then I grabbed a wine bottle and fucked his ass.

Masturbation phone sex meets the ultimate fantasy–don’t you agree? Cum and masturbate with me in my bed and let’s see how many times we can get me off before you even cum once.