Slipping In and Out

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(Quick writers note: This really isn't a poem... This is more of a colorful thought stream that kind of has a tune, atleast in my mind while I write it. Welp! Continue on I guess!)

Alone she sat in an empty room… drawing circles with her fingers on a dusty windowsill…
Over and over the circles kept forming… some not full but in the forms of rounded "w"'s…
Her finger kept repeating the pattern… the circles seem to elongate into an oval hovering over the floating "w'"s taking a new shape…
She sighed dotting the middle of each circle then looked out the window staring to the cloud filled sky

She stared back down at her dusty drawling’s and shook her head in disbelief
The slightest movement of her leg made the windowsill vibrate
The circle with dots, now became jiggling tits
She raised her brow, and kicked the wall with her heel only to see a solo "w" turn into asscheeks
She looked out the window and the scene seem the same, its not like anything changed
She tapped her finger relentlessly on the window panel, only to see the elongate oval begin animate
Slowly an erotically it turn into a throbbing hard dick.

Her eyes widened and as smile stretched across her face she tapped a little faster as the "w" under the oval began to seems to grow fuzzy ball hair
She stood up from the windowsill taking in the whole scene, as the tits jiggled, the ass bounced and the elongated cock wiggled all around…
The balls began pulsing
Was this dust drawling on the verge of cumming?

She shook her head and took another look around
She kneeled before the windowsill… letting her eyes lurk over the edge… as they follow and darted from right to left…
This was the most curious of sights that she had seen yet.

The cock made way to the tits… slowly nuzzling itself in
One breast flopped over the dick while the other seemed to be flapping half heartedly in the wind
She took her finger and gave the tit a slight tap; helping it cover the cock as it slipped in
The cock kept moving, in and out….
She took her other finger resting it tight against the breast on the right.
Pressing them together with very little of her might.

The cock kept moving all on its own, but the ass seem to be all alone
The ass bounced its way into the scene and placed itself inline with the tits..
Now the cock could slide back and forth and in-between
She slide her fingers up to connect with the ass holding them both tightly and firmly in her grasp
The elongated cock desire a new position.
It slid out and moved around until it was entering the ass on top
Then it made its way to the breast for a finale pop.
The cock seem to grow longer as it would slip out from under the big bouncing breasts
Its head seem to be screaming "I Have Come" as if announcing its arrival each time it peeked past
She scrunched her nose not fully understanding but at least occupied for more then a moment at last
The cock kept thrusting and busting its way through then all of the sudden the unspeakable seemed to come true
One final push through and it hit her in the face.. the I have come, quickly turned into " I came"
Her hands quickly rushed to wipe away a splash of this dusty drawlings pleasure which seemed to cover every inch of her face
"Oh my!!!" she smiled as she opened her eyes as droplets of water drizzled in from outside
She stood up from the windowsill and closed the window for it had started to rain. “A wet dream indeed” she giggled and thought “The most surreal of kinds”

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FantaslaFantaslaover 4 years agoAuthor
Sometimes Sometimes...

Ohhhhh for I simply cannot help slipping into a dream!!!

Yet on a different level of thought....

I do partake in the real thing I when im not swiming in the mental sexual energy. The real deal is a beautiful and wonderous experiences... but sometimes fantasy can elevate the real interaction. Theres a lot of sexual energy which resides in my imagination which can be transmuted into pure bliss to be stored forthe next real sexual exploration with my partner. Sex and the Imagination, are both powerful energy that seem to always finish with a great deal of satisfaction. Filling my alone time with moments of fantasy of sexual kind only excels the sensations of my reality to much higher levels.

Since you asked of course "Boop boop be doop!" WInk hehe, Thank you for the comment!

AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Quite interesting!

But why fantasize when you can have the real thing?