My first dream about eating a peachfish
Written by revcroft on July 7, 2008 – 3:56 pm -I hung out with friends last night, drank champagne and grapefruit juice, mixed up some martinis. I enjoyed the fact that I had no sexual connections with these friends, I could be myself and sex or expection played no role in our jolly banter. I went to bed with only a tall glass of water for company, as has been the norm since Feburary. The next morning was a rare occasion to sleep in as long as I wanted; Body tired both mentally and physically from working two doubles in a row, I soaked in all the REM sleep the morning hours had to offer me.
And hell, if suddenly I found myself dreaming, quite lucidly, of a big beautiful peachfish yawning right before my eyes. I knew i was dreaming, and feared to my core that the moment I took a long loving lick of that succulent wet lovelyness the dream would evaporate leaving me wanting. But I continued to gaze upon this cunt without a body, juicy labia over juicy labia, i realized that my dream was at least here to stay as long as i could participate. Ever so fearfully and full of hope I put my mouth to this warm envelope and dared to suck and lick for what seemed like a gift of moments to me now. The disembodied cunt gave no sign of pleasure or resistance, but let me explore it with my lips and tounge to my hearts content. I remember it vividly: the succulent mango flesh, the meaty lips where in between a hole taunted my toungue– how ever could I probe so throughly its depths? However could I make this happen in real life?So cruel and sweet to be given this opportunity to lucidlly make love to the cleanest, freshest, most beautiful cootchiesnortcher imaginable?
I woke reluctantly, savoring the wetness on my lips. It had been a short and memorable dream. The first I’d ever had like it. Now someone tell me how to make that dream come back. Or can i just find a real girl? A long-haired feminine sassy girl who loves the softness of girl skin and the curves and roundness of our bodies moving together in the summer heat? Or am I looking for something just mutual. Nothing’s been mutual ever. There has always been an imbalance of affection, a mis-weighted scale of intensity. Maybe I’ll find that its as hard to find understanding with a girl as it is with boys.
But my peachfish is yearning for something, has taken my hand, and seems to be leading me down a new path. The scenery is changing, and its a world full of uncertainties and also excitment. The trees are bearing fruit and their boughs are laiden and drooping almost to within reach.
Greetings girls. Croftee has arrived.
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