And three there were.
Tonight’s journey took us through some exotic scenery. I seemed to have been in Africa, traveling down the Nile at first. Everything was brilliant shades of gold. As we geared up for the second, things took on darker hues of blues and purples. It was almost like a scene out of The Lion King. And we finished out with lush greens and yellows, as if in the jungle. My brain had flashes through the entire session of clips from Disney YouTube videos we had gotten sucked into watching earlier in the evening…but as I got closer and closer, those images became more abstract, like looking though a kaleidoscope.
That brings me to a tangent-I firmly believe that one proponent for dreams is mind garbage. Random stuff floating around I here yor brain just needs to purge. I think that’s part of what happening with me in these moments, too.
NSFW.
I instructed him to go down on me, but I explicitly told him to avoid direct contact of my clit. I tend to be very sensitive and get off very quickly that way, but it’s also very unfulfilling and it some ways makes it a lot
harder to cum again. My restriction inspired creativity…and, well…
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