Moto-King (11/06/2011)
For some reason of late I’ve been having weird and weirdly vivid dreams. Odd, since I’ve been sleeping little due to the amount of sex ive been having lately ;)There was a woman I knew named Emila, she was the sexy older lady next door at the time,she knew how to please, she sun-bathed naked, she danced like a stripper. I realize now that she was in her early thirties, I was 20 and she was tan, exotic, and incredibly sexy. 
I never did **** her actually, for all the times I thought I might, all the times we played grab and tickle, all the times it seemed like I’d have wound up in bed with her, it never did happen. (The ****)
In my dream, we are on a bus, or some sort of large, slow-moving vehicle, and talking about how we never did, and how we should have, but now it’s too late
I am having a conversation with her over a bottle of moet. I’ve no idea what we talk about. It wasn’t important, though.
Anyway
I wake with Emila beside me. Her sweat on me. I can smell myself on her.
I kiss her bare shoulder, stroke her from hip to belly, fingers parting her thighs and feeling the wetness of her alopecia type bald pussy.
I roll her over, kiss her, and straddle her, kneeling between her things. She’s still slick and wet; we’ve already fooked once. Her pussy smells like my porridge and hers.
I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, working it fully hard. I rub the head against her slit, working her open.
I push into her, wet and welcoming. She whispers my name Moto-King Moto-King. I can feel the inside of her; she moans softly, and I begin to growl like tony the tiger. Then I woke up Dammmmmmmmm it man :hehe:
AND i swear your giving me nightmares the more you keep looking through my window! 
