artworks's blog post - To Sleep, Perchance, to Dream

Last night I was dreaming about masturbating. The room was dark and I was sitting on the edge of a bed. The hard on felt big and rigid but my entire shaft was sensitive to every stroke. This one felt sooooo good. Out of the darkness rose two female faces, on either side of me, floating above my thighs. Both were beautiful, both sexy, both urging me on. We all 3 wanted me to cum, and the unified attention tripled my pleasure, verifying my passion, lust and desire. My excitement grew like never before on a trajectory toward perfect orgasm that was ubdeniable, inevitable.

Then I came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, pearly semen into the air, onto my chest and flowing off my still pounding fist. I was joyous anticipating how the women watching me would react. The one on my right wasted no time moving in to catch individual wads of jism as they spouted from the head of my spasming cock. But the other, the one I really wanted to join in on this most thrilling of all moments, backed away, not out of the picture completely, but back far enough to begin to fade into the darkness of the room. I was disappointed, naturally, but was too far into heaven to let that feeling wipe away my ultimate pleasure.

Meanwhile, the lovely lady on my right had brought out a spoon and was eagerly scooping my cum into her mouth, licking her lips and saying MMMMMmmmmmmmm! before swooping down for yet another mouthful, which she rolled around in her mouth, happily savoring it's texture and taste.

So which woman are you?