Crimson Dreams in Green Silk

The scent of lavender and old wood hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of our king-sized bed. Rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the insistent throb in my core. She, my exquisite, freckled redhead, lay nestled beneath a cloud of silk, her breathing shallow and even, lost in the depths of sleep. Her beauty was a constant torment, a delicious ache that intensified with every glance. Tonight, she was a vision of pale innocence, her skin the color of freshly churned cream, her dark hair a tangled cascade across the pillow. The deep V-neck of her harvest green night shirt exposed a delicate expanse of pale rose nipples, barely visible, yet undeniably there, fueling the fire in my loins.

The room was dimly lit by the warm glow of a small night light, casting elongated shadows that danced across the walls. As my eyes traced the contours of her sleeping form, a powerful, primal urge surged through me. My member began to swell, a slow, deliberate rise that mirrored the growing intensity of my desire. It was a familiar sensation, one that always threatened to overwhelm my senses. I forced myself to breathe, to focus on the ceiling, to quell the rising tide of lust that threatened to consume me. But it was no use. The pull towards her, towards the exquisite pleasure she promised, was too strong. The freckles scattered across her chest felt like a map, guiding my gaze, fueling my anticipation. The memory of her wet hair whipping against my chest, leaving a trail of crimson marks, sent a shiver down my spine. It was a perverse pleasure, a reminder of our past encounters, yet it only intensified my longing for more.

Swelling with sexual tension, nearly half staff now, my cock stood at attention, throbbing with a pulse of its own. The veins on my penis were swollen and enlarged, better than a ribbed condom she’d once remarked, and I knew it was true. Fully ready, feeling the throbbing of my erection, the pulsing power of my swelling head, I braced myself for the inevitable. My member was now ready for her, looking at her breasts letting her sleep, I grabbed onto the wet, hot timber and slowly stroked. Slow stroke down to my base, sac slowly swelling, just below my sac I felt the orgasm muscle thickening. My cock is now spewing pre cum, lubed up now I can firm my grip and stroke harder. My heartbeat quickening, I am close, time to slow down a little teasing to stretch it out giving my organ time. Taking my other hand I massage my thighs and pull on my sac…sometimes a little tease on my bung hole. Tonight I am going full throttle, I take out my prostate teaser add some lube lift my leg and slowly insert. Now my erection throbs all the more as heat builds. It’s time to finish the job. Hard firm consistent strokes, full strokes from swelling sac to engorged head…moan.

I looked over at her, she was still asleep, a peaceful expression on her face. I swore I could see a small smile playing on her lips. But no, she was just dreaming, lost in the world of slumber. It was a bittersweet moment, a tantalizing glimpse of the pleasure she held captive within her. I continued my ministrations, pushing myself to the very edge of ecstasy. The pulsing power of my erection grew stronger, the throbbing intensifying with each stroke. My member was now spewing pre cum, lubed up now I can firm my grip and stroke harder. My heartbeat quickening, I am close, time to slow down a little teasing to stretch it out giving my organ time. Taking my other hand I massage my thighs and pull on my sac…sometimes a little tease on my bung hole. Tonight I am going full throttle, I take out my prostate teaser add some lube lift my leg and slowly insert. Now my erection throbs all the more as heat builds. It’s time to finish the job. Hard firm consistent strokes, full strokes from swelling sac to engorged head…moan.

As I continued my assault, the pleasure intensified, threatening to overwhelm me entirely. It felt like I was flying, propelled by a force beyond my control. Tingling started in my toes, thighs muscles tightened, bung hole clamps down, throbbing, pulsing sac. The sheer intensity of the sensation was almost unbearable, yet I welcomed the pain, the pleasure, the complete surrender to the moment. My thoughts ceased to exist, replaced by a singular focus on the exquisite sensations coursing through my body. It was a primal experience, raw and uninhibited, a release of pent-up desires. I could feel thick heavy cum shooting through my member. One last step, just before cum reaches all the way up in my shaft I clamp down to hold it in increasingly building pressure. With the release of my grip I feel a spewing rush out my head like liquid bullets hot and fast. Pounding in my chest with elation my brain exploding with pleasure, my entire body feels like I am flying with tingling, pulsing heat. Several rotations now of flashing explosions I grab my sac and squeeze and push on the charging muscle just below my sac with one hand, the other wet drenched hand still stroking. My thoughts have stopped in the moment of second round pulsing, pounding power. Aching pleasure…just a bit longer opening my eyes seeing light sparkles edging in my vision, darkness closing in….close to passing out, time to breath. Inhaling deeply, the rush of oxygen through my lungs, darkness ebates but orgasm continues. With fresh oxygen coursing my erection rock hard now firming my grip just a couple strokes left, heaving and pounding. The last few drops of sex milk roll out of my swollen head and drip slowly down my shaft. Last deep breath, last hard flex of shaft, sac and love muscle, bung hole relaxing, toy pushed nearly half way out from all the bearing down of orgasm.

Her eyes snapped open, widening in surprise as she took in my flushed face and the throbbing evidence of our shared pleasure. Her bed hair was a tangled mess, her nipples erect and glistening, and a longing in her eyes that mirrored my own. She reached for her breasts, cupping herself with a moan, asking for her vibe, but that episode I will save for the next time. I had nothing left to offer her and she knew it, asking me if it was as intense as it looked. I mustered up enough air to answer her. Thinking that the exercises for harder orgasms have paid off, I told her it was one of the most intense ever, but I would keep flexing and strengthening.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I heard the humming of her vibe, the bed moving slightly as she shifted in her sleep. A wave of arousal washed over me, a familiar sensation that threatened to pull me back into the throes of pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, the cycle would continue. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine. It was a dangerous game, this constant pursuit of ecstasy, but one I was unwilling to relinquish. As I succumbed to the lure of sleep, the rain continued to fall, a soothing soundtrack to our shared intimacy. The scent of lavender and old wood lingered in the air, a reminder of the night’s passions, and the promise of countless more to come.

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Crimson Dreams in Green Silk

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