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Mister Sandman…

… bring me a dream!  Bring me the sexiest dream that I’ve ever seen!  Involve other people while we’re on vacation!  We’ll have the best of times while we’re all naked!

Did you sing along?  I just couldn’t help myself.  You see, last night I had the most vivid dream I’ve had in years, possible decades.  Actually, I had a series of dreams but it was the third dream that stuck the most and hasn’t stopped bouncing around in my head on repeat over 14 hours later.   If I can’t shake it, at least I can share it.  Let’s dive in, shall we?

 

Part 1:

Mrs. AP and I are in a hotel room somewhere warm, but not overly hot, with a cool coastal breeze.  This particular room is a corner room with sliding glass doorways on each outside facing wall that could slide completely into the walls, effectively leaving half the room as an outdoor space.  The balcony contained a private pool, and no other rooms were within line of sight from the pool so we didn’t need to bother with swim wear.  It was in this setting that Mrs. AP and I were swimming together nude and I surprised her by suddenly grabbing her legs and pulling them up onto my shoulders so that she was left floating on her back as I buried my face between her legs.  My tongue fiercely pushed through her lips as I licked as deeply inside her as possible, sucking her labia into my mouth and burying my nose in her tightly trimmed landing strip.  Her pussy began immediately flooding my mouth with her sweet taste as her juices jumped at the chance for release, and as my tongue fucked her firmly and my nose ground against the top edge of her clit she flailed in the water, back twisting and arms splashing.  For minutes on end I ravaged her pussy with my lips and tongue, pulling away only far enough to shift my tongue to her clit to that I could flick it quickly, viciously, until her moans became screams and her flowing juices became gushing rivers.  In all her thrashing she somehow was able to reach the edge of the pool just as her squirting orgasm was calming down, and she pulled away from me only long enough to twist around and throw me against the edge of the pool.  She wrapped her legs around me as she grabbed the edge for support and impaled her hot pussy down my throbbing cock.  Weighing nothing at all we fucked hard, our crashing bodies turning the small pool into a wave pool, and by the time I was emptying my hot cum deep inside her we had soaked the pool deck.

 

Part 2:

Completely unrelated and terribly unsexy.  We were at a nature preserve, and during recent renovations somebody forgot to seal part of the cage for the spider monkey exhibit.  They had learned they could climb under a branch through a gap in the fence and run amok as the pleased.  Terribly amusing to watch, but not at all erotic like the first and third parts.

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Playing in Public

As early as my mid-teens, thoughts of performing sexual acts in public — with or without either audience or partner — became a common theme in many of my fantasies.   Often I would bounce between that theme or group sex, sometimes combining the two into a mental scene of group debauchery in the woods, or in a library, or at the beach.  Yes, I really am geek enough to fantasize about group sex in a library.  As Jack and Jill can confirm, this fantasy is not unique to me.

My first delvings into playing in public were solo affairs.  As an early teenager my family lived in a planned community still in the early stages of development; there were 32 miles of bike path but only the equivalent of 8 miles of associated neighborhoods.  This left many a wide stretch of nothing but woods and roadway for company.  More than once I would leave the bike path to find a mostly-hidden corner in a clearing where I could still see the road if positioned just right while remaining hidden from passers-by.  I’d strip, bask in the open air a bit, and slowly work myself first to arousal and then to orgasm.  My senses would be overly heightened, listening desperately for somebody approaching.  It never happened, but in my fantasies discovery always led to heated exchanges never to be repeated.

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