Vacanza Erotica / Pt: 1 Dream Woman

I have these visions. They come to me in my dreams, but they’re so real I can taste her.

My face between her thighs; her lips pulsating as I swirl my tongue delicately along her edges. She’s beautiful, uninhibited, and she lets out a deep moans as I suck her clit; her body moves in pure ecstasy, her juice dripping down my chin, as I travel north and open my mouth to take her full breasts.

It’s a fever-like-feeling. Like a young hormonal boy, hot and prickly with desire, but with the experience of a woman who knows the female body, knows female desires.

We make eye contact. Her eyes grey and gold, like the galaxy. Her caramel skin flushed, framed by a wild head of tight lioness curls. A beauty I have never seen before.

I’m hypnotized by her essence and she teases me. Her fingers gently tracing my labia. Her tits fill my mouth, bouncing as I flick my tongue and suck her nipples. My own pussy juice dripping down my leg, creamy.

She wipes my cum and sticks her finger in her mouth. Savoring the taste before letting out a gentle moan.

The sexual energy pulses, overwhelming.

Just as she’s about to go down on me, I wake up. Sweaty and wet.

I reach down and feel myself between the sheets and I’m gooey and warm. My fingers explore the scene, carefully, as to not wake up my husband who is sleeping peacefully next to me, his muscular body at ease compared to mine, all hot and sticky.

He knows about my dreams…to an extent. They excite him, but I can tell they also terrify him a bit too. The power of a beautiful woman is potent, and he can sense the shift in my body whenever I have this nighttime rendezvous. I always move more embodied; sensually, powerfully. I’m also much more distracted. Flashes of our sex linger in my mind all day.

I trace my stomach, up to my breasts, swirling my fingertips around my nipples; watching them come to life up with pleasure. Sometimes, I get pure ecstasy just thinking about this beautiful feminine body that I can play with at any time. Perky, compact, and tight. A contrast to the woman in my dreams who is supple, bouncy and wild. I let out a soft moan, and my husband stirs. If he were to wake he would ravage me, and I’d be satisfied, completely and utterly satisfied.

My husband is a beautiful man inside and out. Built like a demi-god, with his chiseled physique, olive skin, ocean eyes and golden hair. He looks like a viking who could go to war and come back with honor. He’d come back for me. He is loyal, and creative, and talented, and he loves me deeply. Deeply on a soul level, and deeply with his 8-inch cock that I worship with my tongue, and I summon with my pussy. When we make love he sees me, cherishes me, savors me. He sucks on my titties and he flicks his tongue on my clit. He takes me passionately, slapping and biting my ass, making me scream out in ecstasy. He’s taught me everything I know about what I like in bed. No man before him has ever compared.

My imagination has just about taken me to climax, when I notice the sun is beginning to rise. I stop myself. As much as I crave the release, I crave the build up more. It is our honeymoon, after all, and my husband will want to ravage me later. And I know that after a dream like that, the whole day will be foreplay.

I slip out of bed, the smooth hotel sheets against my bare tanned skin. My naked silhouette dashes across the honeymoon suite to the bathroom. We’re staying in a beautiful boutique hotel on the coast of Italy. I flip on the light, and meet myself in the mirror.

A wife.

Alive with the glow of love. It’s our second day here. Just three days ago we gathered at an intimate ceremony on a beach in Costa Rica, to be wed, surrounded by our favorite people in the world.

During the ceremony, he looked at me with his ocean eyes, and I looked at him with my pools of honey, and we said yes to a future together full of meaning, purpose and adventure. We committed to a life of safety and excitement…and the loving, passionate and limitless power that comes as a result of that combination.

“Safe. Exciting. Powerful.”

As I gaze at myself in the mirror, I admire who I’ve become. Our relationship has healed a wounded part of myself. The version of me who had lost all hope in love. I’ve been revitalized. The love that I’ve cultivated for myself beyond my reflection. A woman who loves herself deeply, and sees that love mirrored back to her in ways she never could've imagined before.

I turn on the facet, letting the water warm up before I splash it on my face. I always start the day this way. In fact, it is my pleasure to love myself in the little ways before the rest of the world wakes up. My mornings are sacred. I reach for the hotel lotion, a wonderful coconut scent, and I take extra time massaging it onto my body. My feet, my legs, my breasts and my hands. I turn around and watch myself rub the creamy moisture in circular motion onto my ass, playing with myself a bit; I really do have an impressive ass. I spread my cheeks, and imagine Dallas pushing through to enter me from behind.

I laugh at myself and snap back into reality, my naked reflection staring back at me.

I’m tan from the tropics. My long dirty blonde hair covers my humble breasts. Sometimes I forget how tiny I am.

I reach for my swimsuit. Dallas can meet me down by the water. Id love nothing more than to start my day in the fresh coastal air. Plus, this sexy energy is so potent that I must go out in to the world. I find that when I feel truly, deeply, turned on, magical things begin to happen around me…magical things begin to happen to me.

I pull my thong bikini up my legs. My pussy is still engorged from all this morning smut. I tie up my bikini top, and admire the bit of cleavage it brings me. I run a brush through my hair; It’s gotten so long, I feel like a mermaid.

I throw on my cover up, and slip out of the room, careful not to wake my beautiful husband.

…

I head towards the ocean, the sky a beautiful swirl of orange and pink. The sun making its way up to start the day. My feet pressing into the damp sand. The sea foam water laps at my toes, speaking to me, calling to me, like the great mother ocean often does.

“Come in…” the tides whisper, and I let her take me into her depths, the tide pulling me under. I submerge fully and feel my mind wander back to pleasure. I see her eyes, her breasts, her lips, and I want to taste her. I want to know her.

Part of me wonders if the woman in my dreams represents the depths of myself and how theres still so much to explore of my own pleasure.

I’ve never been with a woman before. And perhaps my thirst, my fervent desire, is rooted in something raw, feral, collective. A woman’s power, her hold over me. Like the tide of the ocean pulling me under.

As it turns out, desire is as powerful as the forces of nature.