Dreams

"Let me touch your hair my love," such a pleading coo I have never heard.

Me: "Do you like it?"

She just looked at the full head of hair that I had grown with those green
eyes of hers, "Oh yes, making love to someone with such beautiful hair, and
such soft skin is such a turn on for me. Here, suck on my breasts, make
love to me now."

It was all I could do to keep from going crazy. I bent over and latched
onto her other breast and began to suck for all it's worth. She stroked my
hair with her hands while thrusting her hips up and down in rhythmic
proportion to our every movement. The taste of her milk filled me again
with a warm cozy satisfaction that is impossible to describe. We continued
to make love with each other for over an hour without any interruptions
stopping here and there to slow down and enjoy the moment. We would lay in
each other's arms running our hands up and down the other's body, drinking
in the feelings of delight and reverence. This was truly a night to
remember for both of us and I for one was not going to let it end any time
soon.

At one point I was sitting with my back towards her and she was right
behind me with a brush in her hand. Yes, she was combing my hair with the
brush in soft & long strokes. It was almost erotic in many ways too easy
to feel yet to hard to explain. Let me just say that I have never felt
anything quite like that as the brush fell through the strands of hair from
the tip of my head to the bottom of my bottom. From time to time those
dainty hands of hers would reach around and caress my chest giving a
soothing effect to my soul. Then another change, my nipples started to
tingle. It was a strange feeling as they twitched, tingled and had almost
a burning feeling in them. The only way to make them feel better was for
one of us to pinch or rub them, but even after a while that didn't help
much as they itched so much that I had to scratch them as if they were
insect bites. Thank God it didn't last long but in the next moment the
nipple began to protrude out a little, then a little more, then a little
more until they looked like the classic eraser heads of pencils. Shocked
again!! I had so much going on that I didn't know which way to turn.