The Dream A few years ago I had this dream. I was all dolled up for a dinner date…dress, stockings and heels. Hair and make up done just right with red juicy lips. We arrived at the restaurant and the waiter took my hand and led me to the back. I felt everyone looking at me, not because of how I looked but because they knew something. At the back of the restaurant there was this beautiful big wooden door, almost medieval in appearance. Still holding my hand he opened the door and led me into a completely dark room, unable to see or hear anything. The waiter let go of my hand and placed it on my shoulder , assertively, to get down on my knees. I removed my heels and sat nervously on my stocking feet, heart racing , not knowing anything about what is happening. I felt like I couldn’t move at this point in a room of nothingness. And then I heard it , the sound of breathing…I wasn’t alone. With my sight taken away from me my other senses were heightened and I could hear the breathing getting closer and heavier. The heavy breathing quickly turned to a low growly moan as I felt the unmistakable warmth of thick cum drizzling down on my face. As the breathing receded I was left alone to feel all of his cum slowly running down my face, over my red lips and eventually dripping off my chin and into my black dress. The breathing then returned but now from every direction and the process repeated it self over and over again. In that very moment I woke to my fingers rubbing my clit just as I reached orgasm. This dream has been on my mind ever since and it went something like this….
