Monday, October 10, 2005
In my dream you are sitting beside me. My arms are outstretched, as are my legs. You are smiling down at me, pleased with my reactions.
You stand, taking the slapper in your hand, and move down toward my hips. I watch as you gently stroke me with the edge of it, then use it to spank my cunt. Gently at first, then harder.
A word escapes my lips, and you lean down to ask what I had said. "Please," I respond.
"Please stop?" you ask. "No," I reply, feeling my face grow warm. "Please don't."
You stand, taking the slapper in your hand, and move down toward my hips. I watch as you gently stroke me with the edge of it, then use it to spank my cunt. Gently at first, then harder.
A word escapes my lips, and you lean down to ask what I had said. "Please," I respond.
"Please stop?" you ask. "No," I reply, feeling my face grow warm. "Please don't."
