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You knew too much had been drunk, again, as you pulled the handle on the LazyBoy. “Fuck it,” your only thought as you stare at the fish tank, bubbles from the aerator drifting you off into oblivion, again, the television doing it’s best to interfere, but failing.
Dreams were fretful until a calm descended in the form of a woman, she was hard to see clearly, but had an elusive quality that wanted to pull you to her. You try to focus, but is she under water? Yes, beckoning you to her. You reach out to touch, but she sways away and then back, her movements rhythmic as a lap dancer. Yes, that’s it, you must be having a lap dance as your penis is swelling and getting tight in your jeans. She moves closer, and you can almost feel the heat from her breasts, her nipples almost touching you, large brown areolae begging to be sucked between your lips. You lean forward, but she pulls away squeezing her breasts between her hands, as if to say ‘I can do this but you can’t’. You want her even more now, and you are begging her to come back as you unzip your pants and fumble your cock out. You will show her. Damn woman, she is behind you now, and you feel her hair caressing your face, the lustful sweet scent close to unbearable. You are almost hard now, cupping your balls and rubbing the head of your cock between fingers and thumb. “I want to fuck you!” produces a “Patience” from her lips as she is undulating in front of you now, begging you to take her. You are stroking your cock every different way you know how, the other hand a vice grip on your balls, willing forth the orgasm you desperately need but can’t have, as she shimmers in the ever changing light, her breasts swaying, pointed nipples hard and swollen, you are frantic to see her cunt lips but can’t for some reason. She backs away, is she swimming? You try to run after her but cannot move; she is dimming. Darkness ensues in her absence, you sleep.
“Expect light winds and cooler temperatures as the day progresses.”, the weather girl on Channel 2 announces. You are still in the recliner, early morning light filtering in thru the blinds, your flaccid penis stuck to your hand, the smell of semen and stale beer strong. ‘What the fuck was that dream?’ you think, having a hard time getting back into reality. You realize you didn’t get lucky at the bar, again, and promise yourself you won’t drink that much next time, again.
You watch the familiar woman giving the seven-day forecast, undressing her with your eyes, again.
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I accepted Rebel’s challenge after she posted the Mermaid Image and said… “There’s something mysterious about mermaids, and I’m sure you can write a sexy story about it. Do it and come share for Wicked Wednesday.”
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