I had the most awesome time on my vacation! While I was away, I had a very erotic dream about us. Here is how it went…

“I’m so excited! I’m getting ready to take a vacation soon to the Pacific North West. I’m not going to say exactly where I’m going, because a dreamy man is waiting for me there.”

You know who you are.

You’re the sexy man of my dreams. The one I let sweep me off my feet for an entire week filled with never-ending pleasure. You are the one I think about all the time. You’re the man in my fantasies; you know exactly how to make me shudder with elation.

I so enjoyed the magnificent scenery that only places like Washington and Oregon have to offer. Being in nature, surrounded by such huge, glorious redwood and pine trees all tucked away in such a peaceful setting was heaven.

The hot night air and salty smell of those gorgeous beaches was breathtaking. As we walked hand in hand on the desolate coast line with the full moon shining on us from above was truly dazzling.

Feeling the waves hit our bodies with the icy water only made us even hotter for one another. We lay down right on the sand and made out for what seemed like hours. You were rock hard for me, and I was dripping in sex for you.

I straddled you, draping my hot naked flesh across yours. I slowly stroked your stiff cock with one hand as I strategically squeezed and rubbed my other fingertips in a soft, circular motion around your heavy balls. The sexual tension between us was intense; all I could think about was feeling you inside my aching pussy.

I pushed your cock deep inside me, and rode you so fucking hard that my tits were bouncing wildly. When you reached up and started pinching my erect nipples, it immediately sent me into orgasm. Hearing me scream out in such ecstasy sent you reeling with your own euphoria as you blew your hot man gravy deep inside my velvety pussy.

Please call me and tell me this wasn’t a dream, babe.

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I’m writing to let you know something important. I don’t do it often, but for the next seven days and nights, Yours Truly will be taking a vacation. While I usually take you with me, and do calls with you while I’m away, this time needs to be an exception.

I know you’re going to miss me—maybe even more than I’m going to miss the possibility of hearing the phone ring and seeing that it’s you—but we can get through this together. I’ve long been a firm believer that absence makes the cock grow harder.

Perhaps you might not have plans to call me over the next seven days; however, simply knowing that you can’t have me for an entire week is enough to make you want me more. I know how you think, babe.

So if you really care for me as much as you’ve told me, I’d like to ask you to do something for me. Consider this a gift for me, one you don’t have to spend a single penny on (this time anyway *wink). I want you to think of and develop a fantasy about you and me together.

Every fantasy that’s ever created has to begin with a spark, a kernel of thought that sprouts layers and grows the story. All of the details that follow allow for the culmination to transpire. Sometimes it’s the way a younger girl’s tits bounce as she enters the room you’re in. Other times it’s a moaning sound that makes you think about what it would be like to hear that sound coming from me as your naked body is pressed up against mine.

Once your unconscious grabs hold of the spark, the story begins to take shape. It’s like a movie reel is playing in your subconscious mind, and it’s flashing different ideas and scenarios that all turn you on immensely.

It could possibly be the college girl you saw at the park this past weekend sporting a skin tight top that presses her luscious tits way up high—she’s certainly been on your mind. You dream of taking those perky tits in your mouth, to feel them in your hands as you come up to her from behind, to cup them in your strong hands. But how does this point arrive?

In this vision, you likely would need a reason to talk to her, a reason to look great in front of her. Perhaps you see her on the side of the road, helplessly crying over a flat tire. You pull over and rescue her by taking off the flat and replacing it with the spare from the trunk of her car, something this 20-something cock tease could never do. She’s a delicate little flower that offers the world her ahem…entry-points in exchange for men taking care of her. And now that you’ve quite literally risen to the occasion, she wants to reward you. She begs you to follow her to the mechanic shop in case there’s another problem with the car, her face intentionally turning away at times, allowing you to drink in her tits. You gladly agree to earn more good will. When the mechanic tells her she must leave the car overnight, you offer her a ride home.

Several more elaborate details later, and our young piece of ass is naked in your bed, moaning aloud like she’s fucking the man of her dreams. The joy you take from developing a fuller fantasy that brings you to this point is immeasurable. You concoct a world in which this is destined to happen.

Now, I want you to focus on the main attraction (me). I’m leaving today for a fun-filled vacation; the only downside to this is that I’m effectively locked in a dungeon, far away from your cock. I’ll be stripped naked as the day I was born, with only thoughts of you and what you’re going to do to me to keep me company. We both know that the dungeon door will open on Tuesday, September 7 around 7 pm Pacific Time. It’s the very thought of that door opening, and what happens next that I’m asking you to think about this next week.

I just gave you the spark; that spark is me as your dungeon prisoner. I injected even more enticement with the precise time the door will open up. Now, I’d like you to think about what you’re going to do to me!

Tonight when you’re jerking off to this fantasy, you’ll have thoughts to add to it. Tomorrow, when you reach for your cock again, you’ll add even more intricate details to further bring it to life. And with each passing jerk off session, this fantasy will continue to grow until it can get no bigger. You just might be surprised at what cums out of it!

By the time we speak again, this fantasy will be so sensually polished that it leads us to the most sexually charged crescendo we’ve ever had together.

Don’t call me.

Think about me.

Think about us.

And soon enough, we’ll be together again.

I can’t wait to hear what you cum up with, babe.

We’re out for a walk along the ocean, enjoying the 80 degree early evening temperature that’s accompanied by a soothing breeze. The sound of the waves crashing always carries me away into thoughts of romance and sex. My body is being heated by the sun but the real heat is burning from within, deep within my fiery burning loins.

I had been asking you for months to take me away, to bring me somewhere that’s hot and beautiful (like yours truly). It’s only for a weekend but that’s long enough for me to put you in a relaxed state. No clocks, no fears of being interrupted, no rushing anything at all. We wake up when we want to, we turn in when we are ready to and we make love with wild abandon when we want to!

After a skinny dip in the foamy ocean we lie out on the beach, accompanied by only a bottle of champagne. We trade sips straight from the bottle as we watch the sun setting. It’s an intensely sensual moment lying there, soaking in this glorious setting together, while the ocean mist cools our sun kissed bodies. I say to you softly, “Babe, I want you to be mine tonight.”

“I am yours, Ashlee,” you say, a little surprised and a tad confused that I could possibly think I didn’t already have plenty of power over you. I go on to explain that I don’t just want you lusting after me. I want you falling for me emotionally. I tell you that you will be well rewarded for your submission to me. I will bestow upon you such intense and frequent episodes of pleasure that you will wonder why you did not completely subordinate yourself to me sooner. Your eyes grow wide when I suggest we go inside so I can suck your cock while you mull it over.

Moments later, I’m on my knees on the hardwood floor before you; your legs are spread open as you lounge against the back of the couch. You like the feeling of my fingertips fluttering across your inner thighs. It feels both sweet and seductive enough to put you in a trance-like state.

You seem to like even more when I gently scratch them with my long fingernails. My dough eyes stare into yours as if I was asking for permission or approval, but we both know that at this moment I do not need to officially ask for anything. You’d rather do whatever my heart desired and you’d move heaven and earth to do so! The promise of me pleasuring your cock gives me a tremendous power over you that, when wielded thoughtfully, will make you cum harder than you ever have before.

“Ashlee, I want you. I want you badly.”

“Do you want me or need me? I want you to tell me what’s going through your mind right now.”

You’re still a bit stunned. Your mind races to find something to say to me but all you can think of is telling me how much you need me to suck your cock right now.

Call me now and I’ll show you what cums with your acquiescence…

I stare up at you with big, beguiling eyes and a smile to die for. I’m so very happy to be doing this for you, to you, to your cock. I know you’re expecting another mind numbing blow job. The kind of head that is so intense you envision slapping high fives with God. But tonight I want to make you cum a different way. I want to pleasure your cock while simultaneously staring into your eyes as you lie back and enjoy what’s being done to you. However, instead of taking your rigid cock between my lips, I take some lube and squeeze out a huge amount onto my tits.

Seeing me rub the lube into my tits ignites the fire in your balls. As they silently purr along, generating a pleasurable ache that reminds you of the hot semen that’s going to shoot out of them for me eventually. I continue to grin at you, leading your mind to a more relaxed and submissive state. It’s a wonderful dynamic you and I have cultivated. I dominate you by declaring power over your cock, and you reap the rewards of the world’s most masculine man.

I wipe off the excess lube from my chest and rub it onto your inner thighs. You love the way my fingers feel as they touch your skin. Part of you wants a hand job so badly because it’s the ultimate in representing my control over you. But when you feel the softness of my tits press against your leg, you want nothing more than to have your erection milked between my tits!  I grip your cock as hard as I can while it’s wedged between my slippery breasts and begin to titty-fuck you. Our eyes are locked in an erotic haze as my tits make love to your cock.

It’s a romantic moment for sure, one infused with intense lust fulfillment. When the lube is too lathered into our skin I pull back and squeeze some more onto my radiant rack and our rhythm returns. We’re like this for several minutes before I whisper, “Tell me how you feel, babe.”

“I’m in heaven, Ashlee,” you say with a breathy voice. “OMG, I’m in fucking heaven.” A moment later and I can tell you’re close to cumming. I keep your eyes locked on mine until I can see you can’t take it any longer.

“Babe, you can cum now. Cum all over my tits, I need you to do that for me.” With my permission granted, you close your eyes just after they start to roll back in your head. You lose all ability to sit up against the back of the couch, and begin to slide over just a little as I maintain the fire that is blazing down below.

I hear you let out a soft moan and then I speak up again in a firmer voice, “Cum on my tits now!”!  A moment later a fast and forceful stream of cum hits me on my chin. You’re panting hard and loudly as you thrust forward, causing me to work even harder to maintain my grip on your zealous cock. Another stream hits me on the chin again, then a third, then a fourth. You fall back against the couch, completely zapped of any energy.

I sit back on my knees, letting the blood flow back to your brain. A moment later you come to, and your eyes reopen to see me smugly smiling, like the cat that just swallowed (literally) the canary.

“You didn’t cum all over my tits, babe,” I say with an amused giggle. “We’ll have to try again; you need to work on your aim. Practice does make perfect, and that’s why our relationship just keeps getting better and better!

Call me, baby…

I’ll give you a titty-fuck to remember!