STORY DESCRIPTION The hard-on was from anticipation, memories of the sexy, and available females of last night's dream, came flooding back into my mind as I climbed into bed.
A quick read to freshen up the memories was all it took, to reinvigorate the mind, but as I was to find out facts and dreams are two distinct, and very different elements. Was I going to get my hands on all of those alluring females?
The female I met last night, say, will be the same female I arranged to meet tonight; in dreams, it isn't going off in a totally different direction.
Yet the instructor was the same, the place was the same, my situation as a stud being controlled by this very sexy, dominatrix was the same and the road travelled was to fuck dozens of alluring, sexy, and most definitely willing females, so although the same dream, it went along a different road.
As if I needed reminding of the full breasts, very well developed offering a good, firm, handful. The proud Mount Venus's, pushing against the damp panties, their crooked smile etched in the dampness of anticipation.
My cock firm and throbbing hard, ready to delve into their havens of erotic euphoria.
The journey thrilling and exciting, as my instructor made sure I was capable of satisfying the females on offer to me.
Experience comes with age, so not the nubile females of the adverts, but ones more versed in the enjoyment of a good fuck.
Did you know that a forty something female may look old to a twenty something, but there is no substitute for experience. The tricks I learned from these good looking and sexy, but older females, amazed me. Just how much there was to a good fuck, an orgasm does not a good fuck, make. That is just the climax, the true enjoyment is in the ride.
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