(The Morning After) Melony: Here's how it looked from my perspective: I drift off to sleep after giving myself a quiet orgasm in your arms as you sleep.(The Morning After) Melony: Here's how it looked from my perspective: I drift off to sleep after giving myself a quiet orgasm in your arms as you sleep. The day's events have built up an excess of sexual energy, however, which carries over into my dreams. I don't know exactly how it starts, but the first thing I recall, I am lying on a soft, white, furry surface that extends off in all directions. Although I am not bound by any ropes I can see, my arms and legs are spread out in a giant X, and I can't move them. You stand over me, one leg on either side of my waist and look down on me. Your expression is so male, although your naked body is obviously female. You want to take me, with the driving, possessive lust that burns in passionate men. You glance briefly at my hands, and I am half able, half compelled to move them to my breasts, fluffling my mounds for your inspection. Wanting so much to touch you, I reach to stroke your legs, but instantly my hands are back above my head. It is clear I am powerless to affect your will in even the slightest manner. I stare up at your pussy, and the most amazing transformation takes place. Your dark triangle becomes the face of a cat, its green eyes glowing, and its pink tongue flashing briefly. I blink, and it is gone. A moment later, it is back; another, and it is gone. My fascination with your pussy/cat seems to draw it closer, ever so slowly. When it is your cunt, I can see how your spreading thighs draw your outer lips apart, exposing your delicate pink inner lips. When it is the cat, I watch as its long pink tongue darts back and forth across its face. The look in the cat's eyes is the same look I had seen in yours. This is obviously a tomcat. I extend my own tongue, just inches from your cunt, just inches from the furry face that alternately replaces it. A drop of saliva slowly falls from the cat's tongue onto mine. By the time I taste it, I am staring at your pubic mound, and the taste is definitely your juice. Finally, your cunt is within reach, and I hungrily lap at it, only to shortly find myself licking the cat. It is a strange and erotic kiss, my lips against yours, my tongue intertwined with his, but not at the same instant. You coat my face with your juices, then he licks them off with his long, soft, slightly rough and dry, tongue. |