I blink, lay back, and reminisce.
And once again, I am in bed with my Princess.

You reach out and take my dick in your hand.
And with skill and love bring it to full hardness as if upon command.

You kiss the head gently before you take in head and shaft.
I feel as if we are finally alone together at last aboard our spacecraft.

You take us out gently and then swiftly shift us into hyperspace.
I watch with delight as a smile appears upon your face.

“He’s hard and anxious to enter me,” I hear you thinking.
I lay still enjoying the sucking and caressing.

You climb into our bed and mount me quickly.
Is this real? Or just another fantasy?

My hard dick thrust into your warm tight pussy.
The sweet pleasure jars me back into reality.

I delight in the rhythmic movements of your hips
as you dance and squeeze my head and shaft
with your tight, hot, juicy, pussy lips.
And ride me you do, first forward and then aft.

Is this real; or am I imagining it instead?
Did this incredible beauty just give me head?
Is this fine sexy thing riding my dick into ecstasy?
If not, then how can I make it my reality?

But first I must preserve the image riding and pleasing my dick and brain.
Her hair, silky black, glistens and floats across her head and shoulders.
Her nipples are hard and as pretty as the bubbles on the head of champagne.
I reach for the place they sit, those two round brown, perfectly exquisite little boulders.

She lets me squeeze one without flinching as if in pain,
I take it as encouragement to kiss the other and caress them both again.

I look into those deep rich pools of warm velvet, and loose my sanity in those eyes.
I am forced to admit that all the years of saying I can do without her love were lies.

I observe her lips as they open, oh, so slightly as if inviting my kisses in.
Lips that are full, ripe, luscious, and as intoxicating as a glass of 100 proof gin.

I grasp her voluptuous waist and caress her full ripe ass.
I would love to fill it with my aching wanting dick.
But on this this day I will have to pass.
Because this day, the pleasure of her pussy has me dancing to its music.

So my Sweet beautiful Princess, was it real or have I been dreaming?
Do reply soon, I await your reply to once again give my life meaning.

TP

I can be reached at half pass nine.
You said your heart would always be mine.

I know that you do not know how to us a phone.
Just bark and I’ll rush home with your bone.

You think that could stand for man deluded?