Sex Dream

I'm at a dance, a sock hop in my poodle skirt and white anklets. I'm alone in room outside the dance hall when I meet up with Stacy October. Stacy and I want to fuck. We climb up a hay loft to a bed and my roommate Ana is there. Stacy and I get under the covers and try to be quiet but Ana knows and gets up. She is angry and storms out. I follow apologetically, she accepts. I remember my old bedroom upstairs.

I take Stacy and run into two other girls who want to come; we say it's fine. Stacy begins telling me that her canal is high - her cunt stumps people, it seems. I fuck her. It is delicious and feels so amazing to give a longstanding dyke, since high school, an orgasm. I am privileged to eat her gorgeous red pussy. She cums and ejaculates like a cock with more precision. She shoots her cum. It is red. She shoots it all over the room in streams. I am delighted.

One of the other women is grossed out but the other is into it. The scene changes.

Stacy and I are clothed and going back to the dance. Stacy mentions spanking and I want her again. I take her back to a room and am just beginning to slap her fine tan ass when a panic hits the air. She dresses instantly and goes out, I follow behind. It is a chaotic crowded room and I don't know where she's gone.

People begin screaming, the lights go out. Some one is trying to make an announcement. I hear the exits are sealed but head for them anyway. It is pandemonium, no one is leading so I go my own way. I make it outside cautiously and see a far off explosion. People are scarce now and there are a lot of airplanes over head. I hear some yelling "China! China!" and I don't know if they're enemies or allies. I continue ahead to a hill. I climb it.

I realize I don't know what's over the hill simultaneously as a war character mounts it. He is a solid man with a hard chest and barrel belly. He is wearing a gas mask, faceless. The sky is in it's purple pre-dawn state as the man towers, a dark figure over me.

I wake.

Are you my Daddy?

It's Friday night. I want fun (I am a girl after all) and maybe just need to whine for a sec before I pick myself up and go find it. I am deprived. I am deprived of depravity. I have what I want, a lady I adore, friends I am blessed with, a path clear and bright, but you know what I don't have? Kinky-Hot-Take-Me-Fuck-Me-Use-Me-Hard-Fucking.

And goddamn it's been a long time. That old cockhungry feeling may be returning, but that's not quite it. I have toys aplenty and a lady not afraid to wield them. I begged her, "Please, please fuck me, push me down on my knees" and she did that, expertly. Something's missing...

I want to be owned. Sigh. No, I want to be abused then coddled: repeat.

I know I can't be right now, there is no one available to the task. I have trodden back and forth the bridge of my last partner's patience. I considered burning it up once or twice, and I'm glad I knew better. Something about him has changed me. I can never go back. I can't have him now, mostly due to the distance between our homes (not to mention his being on a date tonight), but his stories, rather than getting me randy, are making me mopey.



Lament.
Where, oh where are you my daddy? I'm here, in the windy city, waiting, cooing, needing to be seen and cared for...





picture sneakily nicked from Lola