the dark waves of his hair automatically as I kissed him back slowly, savoring every delicious inch of him I could reach. I absorbed him straight into my pores. His scent was so intoxicating that I found myself drunk from it. I had failed to realize how much I had missed him over the years.
Jayden was his name. He had been my first love and never once did I regret losing my virginity to this boy. In fact, I actually compared all my lovers to him.
You see, Jay was six-one (and growing), dark-skinned with huge hands and feet. Go ahead, take a moment, and just marinate on that for a sec… the boy was hung like a horse.
I especially missed that part in particular.
When I was younger, I foolishly believed that all men were relatively the same size down in that department. Boy was I wrong… way wrong!
But last night was different from any other time I had been with him in the past. Somehow, I had brought into play all the sexual experience I had gained over the last nineteen years since I had lost my virginity to him, making the act intense.
Do I regret breaking off my sixteen-year-old first love? Hell no. It is only a dream.
I didn’t hesitate as I kissed him deeper, all the while wrapping my thick thighs around his mid-section. Jay responded just like any man would have. I hissed as he entered me again, feeling all the soreness from last nights lovemaking.
Huh , that’s strange, I thought quickly to myself. I usually don’t feel any discomfort after hours of wild episodes with my pet love slave. Pushing that idea to the back of my brain for later, I refocused my attention, determined not to let such nonsense interfere with my current pleasure that was now in full swing.
Jay’s thrusts were longer and deeper this time… much more controlled compared to yesterday. He wasn’t going to rush anything this morning. From the devilish expression on his face, it was obvious that he planned on take his time with me and I had no problem with that notion. I loved a man who was in control of the bedroom.
Our playtime continued into to the afternoon. We would stop and start, stop and start. Did I mention before that I loved this dream?
When I was finally able to tear myself away from him to go use the bathroom, my knees wobbled a little as I walked down the hall, which was always a good sign that the sex was AMAZING!
Using the restroom never felt so good. My poor bladder was beyond full. I don’t think I have ever had to use the restroom in a dream before though.
Weird right?
Rinsing off my hands in the low-bearing sink, I was startled to see someone’s reflection in the mirror looking back at me. My reflection. My fifteen-year-old reflection.
What in the hell. No freakin’ way .
Wide-eyed, I looked down at myself in all my glory for the first time since this dream began. This was definitely not the body of a thirty-five year old woman.
My milky white stomach was flat, my legs were lean and my breasts were big and perky. Now I know for sure that I’m imagining things. I only wished I looked this good again.
Slowly but surely, my brain started processing some of the other fine details around me that were becoming all too familiar now.
The small, cramped, light peach colored bathroom I was standing in had an outdated feel to it with a ridiculously shallow, off-white tub that barely held enough water to properly clean yourself in before my dad had remodeled it about a decade ago.
I am not in New Mexico anymore, folks! This was my childhood bathroom, in the house that I grew up in, back in California. Shit!
This wasn’t a dream. It was a bloody nightmare.
How did I just manage to stroll butt-naked down the hall in my fifteen-year-old body after having sex all morning with my sixteen-year-old boyfriend in my old room, in my parent’s house? You have got to be kidding me. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Time to go.
Wake up already, I willed myself. Wake the hell up, I demanded, practically slapping myself silly out of sheer
Jayden was his name. He had been my first love and never once did I regret losing my virginity to this boy. In fact, I actually compared all my lovers to him.
You see, Jay was six-one (and growing), dark-skinned with huge hands and feet. Go ahead, take a moment, and just marinate on that for a sec… the boy was hung like a horse.
I especially missed that part in particular.
When I was younger, I foolishly believed that all men were relatively the same size down in that department. Boy was I wrong… way wrong!
But last night was different from any other time I had been with him in the past. Somehow, I had brought into play all the sexual experience I had gained over the last nineteen years since I had lost my virginity to him, making the act intense.
Do I regret breaking off my sixteen-year-old first love? Hell no. It is only a dream.
I didn’t hesitate as I kissed him deeper, all the while wrapping my thick thighs around his mid-section. Jay responded just like any man would have. I hissed as he entered me again, feeling all the soreness from last nights lovemaking.
Huh , that’s strange, I thought quickly to myself. I usually don’t feel any discomfort after hours of wild episodes with my pet love slave. Pushing that idea to the back of my brain for later, I refocused my attention, determined not to let such nonsense interfere with my current pleasure that was now in full swing.
Jay’s thrusts were longer and deeper this time… much more controlled compared to yesterday. He wasn’t going to rush anything this morning. From the devilish expression on his face, it was obvious that he planned on take his time with me and I had no problem with that notion. I loved a man who was in control of the bedroom.
Our playtime continued into to the afternoon. We would stop and start, stop and start. Did I mention before that I loved this dream?
When I was finally able to tear myself away from him to go use the bathroom, my knees wobbled a little as I walked down the hall, which was always a good sign that the sex was AMAZING!
Using the restroom never felt so good. My poor bladder was beyond full. I don’t think I have ever had to use the restroom in a dream before though.
Weird right?
Rinsing off my hands in the low-bearing sink, I was startled to see someone’s reflection in the mirror looking back at me. My reflection. My fifteen-year-old reflection.
What in the hell. No freakin’ way .
Wide-eyed, I looked down at myself in all my glory for the first time since this dream began. This was definitely not the body of a thirty-five year old woman.
My milky white stomach was flat, my legs were lean and my breasts were big and perky. Now I know for sure that I’m imagining things. I only wished I looked this good again.
Slowly but surely, my brain started processing some of the other fine details around me that were becoming all too familiar now.
The small, cramped, light peach colored bathroom I was standing in had an outdated feel to it with a ridiculously shallow, off-white tub that barely held enough water to properly clean yourself in before my dad had remodeled it about a decade ago.
I am not in New Mexico anymore, folks! This was my childhood bathroom, in the house that I grew up in, back in California. Shit!
This wasn’t a dream. It was a bloody nightmare.
How did I just manage to stroll butt-naked down the hall in my fifteen-year-old body after having sex all morning with my sixteen-year-old boyfriend in my old room, in my parent’s house? You have got to be kidding me. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Time to go.
Wake up already, I willed myself. Wake the hell up, I demanded, practically slapping myself silly out of sheer
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