“MAYBE LOVE IS A FAIRYTALE - MAYBE IT'S SOMETHING WE SHOULDN'T CHASE I MEAN WHAT'S THE POINT OF IF AT THE END ONLY ONE PERSON HURTS”
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To let go and to be let go is two astonishing vast difference in which I don't understand.
Grass green on other side
You let go and don't want to: Its confusing at times of love from this POV because a person is brought to the point where they are saying “I have to let you go”, which also can mean that they don’t want to which also brings you to the thought of if they have to let you go and don’t want to then how long have them been holding on? Another thing is if you let go cause you have to, shouldn’t you be now relieved?
Control!
Grass green other side
Being let go and have to: It’s confusing at times of love from this POV because a person is brought to the point where they are saying “where I go from here?” Now all attachments are gone which also means future plans no longer exist which also means a dream that actually has an end. You should be sad but the other person is sadder, you should be mad but the other person for some reason is more then you. Another thing is if you been let go, shouldn’t you have no stress with nothing to stress?
No Control!
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You walk in the door hoping that something will be different, that you will no longer be homeless.
They say you’re homeless because home is where the heart is, but your heart has been broken into by someone, but what makes it worse is that it was by no stranger, at the time anyway.
Now the song never made more sense till right now – “stranger in my house” by Tamia or does it? If the shadow still does appear and they can pass the pop quiz then what?
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My female friend was told “I miss you, I want you, I need you, I love you and yet I see no proof of this… promises un-fulfilled.”
She thinks: The waiting game can be rough and believe me… I be playing in the same field… question is: is it worth it? If he is worth the struggle and worth the fight… put on that soldier suit and WAR it up!
She states: “Don’t fight a war you know you are bound to lose”
You think: sometimes we go to war and get so caught up in the action we forget what we fighting for. But what if, by chance you do remember, what if by chance you do know what you’re fighting for, what if by chance you have a chance, do you now take the chance even after so long?
Cold war, hot war, no war – either way we are still fighting and struggling
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My cousin wrote this and shared it with me…
-just because I look young
Doesn’t mean I haven’t lived a hard life
- Just because I dress classy
Doesn’t mean I don’t know what a slut is
- Just because I’m intelligent
Doesn’t mean I don't know what ignorance sounds like
- Just because I’m happy
Doesn’t mean I don't know what pain feels like
- Just because I have friends
Doesn’t mean I don't know what it is to be lonely
-Just because I know who I am
My cousin wrote this in a different light.
She sacrificed everything she knows, everything she was to become who she already is, and failed to realize that. What I admire is that she did realize her actions needed to change drastically to obtain one of the greatest aspirations of life we call Love, and no matter how crooked the “O” is, you have to be 100% dedicated and truthful to discover it.
Cuzo: if you are reading this, just know pain cannot be measured, but no matter age, we all must endure it, yes you are younger than me, but I have learned just as much from you as you did me, and for that I love you!
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I was watching CSI and griffin stated “can’t have a career without a job”
Love = career
The road to get there = Job
We all want a “career”, but in order to obtain this we must be very knowledgeable, do everything exceptionally well, and most of all do a “job” that far exceeds expectation, we can excel in life, and you may become “rich”
So remember, when you’re doing what you love, you’re not doing anything…
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"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough. "the Notebook”
#never.give.up.on.love
You either want to be in love or want to love - want to love just knowing of it or being in love is to obtain it
Sometimes we defeat ourselves in love and sometimes love defeats us.
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Cliché quote: Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”
Zues quote: I am afraid to tell love because I don’t want to be looked at differently, but what I need to remember is that love has no appearance, love can’t judge, love can’t hate, all love can do is love. That is the only personality it has.
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Fresh Strawberries
She wakes up trying to realize was she still sleep. She goes to sleep wondering was she still awake...
Awake - as the clock wind down and the sands falls patiently, she is becoming impatient. She keeps her thoughts a secret but by the way she looks at me I invade her mind. Her body tells me that it needs to sweat by the heat transferred by my body . Her eyes tell me that all her senses wants to be engulfed by the sound of knocking and moaning, the feeling of fierce rough sensuality , the taste of steamy sweat, the smell of estrogen/testosterone erupting, and to lose sight of everything around captivated by mind, body and soul.
Sleep - perfect is a word that should be of non-existence, but it was just perfect, or as close it can be. In a trans stuck in between reality, a dream, whats real and what's not... she thinks is it possible to merge the two so it become of existence? Or can she sleep forever to be in this moment forever. What ever comes first.
Awake - the sand winds down to the last moments of the early night... Impatient will end and patience will be begin. As my first yawn came to the surface and the last drink was consumed, she was nervous to lose my consciousness to a state of mind in which she was not involved in. So shortly after she changed her profession for the moment and began to act. She gave the look that it was time to go and she is getting tired, and wants to lay. (Me forgetting her true intentions for a moment).
Sleep - trying to fight the 2nd R.E.M to figure out how can one be at so much peace yet have this stir of feelings and emotions inside boiling about to erupt in such a passive aggressive manner. How can one be so mad at a person who uncharted new weaknesses on her body to make her quiver. She thinks how can she sleep not knowing if she sleep.
Awake - this is the longest walk in her life (granted its only 2 blocks) - from here silence fell short. She tries to plan her next 50 moves from the moment the elevator shut to the door closing behind us to the moment she wakes up. She starts pacing her body to stay calm, controls her breathing and relaxes her body as if she was about to endure the biggest boxing match in her life.
Sleep - how can one mess the mind both in state of consciousness and unconsciousness she wonders. How can one be drugged but not poisoned, intoxicated but not drunk, lost but so found, high but so grounded, opinionated but so true, she wonders. She wonders if her mind is playing tricks on her whether she is awake or sleep...
Awake - elevator shuts, I get slammed and her lips swoops in fast but her glossed lips presses mine passionately and slowly. As the Elevator takes its time to the 22nd floor. My hand grazes down her flanks of her silky dress and make my way to her ass followed by a tight squeeze that sent a signal up to her lips to nibble a little harder...
Door opens - she becomes upset cause the fun must stop for 30 seconds. She felt as every second was a minute wasted... She drags me down the hall and makes sure the key is out...
Do not disturb sign goes up... Door locks. She tries to undress quickly, but I finally speak after an hour and told her to stop very quietly, ill take it from here. First I powered down the cell phone and powered up my ipod (yes like ludacris). As she stood, I placed my hands at her knees and slowly inclined gripping her dress and slowly removing it, followed by my lips kissing her body starting from right under the navel and working my way up.
As the dress came off, my kisses stopped softly on her forehead and her eyes slowly blinked as she took a deep breath. I took the clip out her hair to be free and laid her on the bed face up. I climbed on top bare, and stared at her. Took my finger tips and floated them on top of her stomach as if they were feathers in a circular motion to leave traces of goose bumps.
Shortly after I took my lips, and lightly hovered her body. Starting from her inner thigh inclining to her navel inhaling cold air, exhaling hot air all the way to her bosoms. That's when I planted I first on her neck repeatedly. I slithered my hand underneath her back and I pressed my chest against hers and breathed at her pace until our bodies were in rhythm.
PAUSE - So side note - this is why I hate some Victoria secret bras with special names like "Miraculous". Cause they come with two fasteners on the back in different places! So while I'm trying to look all experienced and shit, I unhook one, and the bra stays on! dam you Victoria dam you! But continuing...
START
Once the bra was off, I dragged the bra down her body with my teeth making way to her boy shorts to be removed with my teeth as well. Once my head was by her toes and the undergarments escaped my mouth, I gently kissed the palm of her foot. Making her a little nervous, learning where her insecurities lied, she asked me to stop, I didn't respond. And then begged me please, I still stood silent, and I finally responded with why? As she tried to respond it fell short when I bit her pleasurably and sucked her toes. Insecurity became dead and unknown at this point. And now I was back into taking my time...
From here I fully extended her legs, started kissing down her legs from the outside in leaving no parts un-kissed nor uncharted. As I made way to her inner thighs my kisses became slower but longer as I trailed up to her clitoris. I blew very softly on it to make my location known on this journey.
I noticed her vaginal secretion from being horny and turned on slowly leaking out looking like a pipe that was about to burst. First thought that came to my mind was I want a taste! So I extended my tongue so far out, placed her pussy juices all the way to the back of my tongue, and followed through going all the way till the tip of the tongue reached her clit and snapped my tongue so hard against. She moaned and grabbed them sheets so hard I thought she was holding on to the rug through the sheets...
I sucked in air hard her lips ended up hitting against mine, I licked hard and slowly up and down as if she was my canvas and my tongue was the brush strokes. As she cries my name and sweats pleasure, the brush strokes goes deeper and deeper between each cry. From there I finally made my way to the clitoris and just a gave it a gentle nibble, then I started sucking on it as a new born would a mothers breast. Struggling to hang on, licking and sucking to get the right position, squirming around cause it is so good. So once my two fingers spread the lips apart for me to have a clear way, I found my position and just sucked away just as that baby would. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes everything.
All of a sudden she raises up like a vampire rises from its coffin, she grabs my head as I'm still eating her out and began to beg me to stop and just give her penetration, she kept repeating that she couldn't take it no more and just give it to her NOW! I vigorously shook my head no while my tongue was in her pussy that made her give me one great moan as she placed her head on mine and squeezed my back.
She finally removed my head with force and kissed me aggressively pressing my chest against hers. I feel her heart racing, her body having simultaneous quivers and she is about to melt.
I gave in and asked her "you ready?". She. looked at me, squinted her face with sadness and nodded her head yes. So I moved back, pulled her by her leg, she fell back, I quickly grabbed her by her thighs and flipped her. Then quickly grabbed her by the hips, pulling her ass up and leaving her back down comfortably on a pillow, having her hands extend against the wall for support of what is to come...
Silence fell hard
I took my long, heavy blood flowing Vein popping pulsating hard dick and penetrated her drenched outer walls. She breathes in as my dick plunged in her pussy rubbing against the whole circumference of her vagina, my dick creeping in and secretion leaking out. As my head reaches her G-spot she exhales with a stutter, and said in the pillow “fucking finally shit”. I pulled all the way out till the tip was just about to fall out, she turned her head and gave me that squint sad face again. That's when I squeezed her waist tight with a firm grip and gave one good hard pelvic thrust. "OH SHIT" she yelled and cried my name several times, with me giving no response. She started pushing against the wall and banging on the wall like donkey kong. As she was stuck between the wall and my thighs as my dick was pushing against her G-spot as if it was squeezing grapes for wine, she moaned, I moaned, and we both began cried each others names simultaneously.
The continuous motion because, with each stroke, the pillow talk gets louder and the moans transfer over to me. I start moaning, start crying out her name as I feel her juices all over my dick. As I pull out, all I see what once was a black dick covered in all white.
She suddenly breaks rhythm by pushing hard back as I was coming in to knock me off balance, I fell laid back on the bed and she was positioned in the reverse cowgirl. Giving me a full bounces, she turned around so she can see my every facial expression.
Still inserted with no motion, just feeling the pulsating. Using her juicy soft lips, nibbled on my ear, kissed down my neck, kissed my chest, kissed the whole lie oh my tattoo, back up to my nipples where she nibbled a little hard to make me tense, as she was licking and sucking one nipple her hand found way to start tugging my nipple ring. Making my dick more stiff then the cement it was, and pulsating even more as if it was a body stuck in a hole breathing hard in and out.
Shortly after she placed both of her hands on my chest, and started riding. Up and down motion like a pro: only her hips, waste and ass moved as her legs and her upper body stayed still. Not giving a fuck about the mechanics of what's going I just know that my toes started to curl, and there was nothing for me to grab on but her ass as the motions got faster and deeper.
I could do nothing more but try to think of something to try to prolong myself from busting. I thought baseball, but with pitches comes home runs and I was definitely hitting one. I thought doors, but some doors have door knockers which was her exact motion of her pussy on my dick. I thought kiddie games, but I was happy to know her ass was clapping.
I couldn't take it no more and I was about to bust any moment now. I told her to stop and slow down, she looked at me like I was stupid and began moving more rapidly having every hit of her ass on my thighs only getting louder and louder. I tried to push her off me but she put up a fight and won. She pinned my hands down by pressing them down with her hands up against my stomach, also using it as leverage and control.
I couldn't take it anymore and I told her I'm going to cum and burst and get the fuck off! She stared me into my eyes and she said "me too, so let's CUM together" - I was pinned down still, and my feet started to shuffle as I felt my sperm creeping from my scrotum up its way to the urethra. I swear we was on one accord when she looked at my face of despair as her 3rd cum aka orgasm was traveling at the same speed as mine.
That's when I felt her tense up, slowed down and started to dig her nails in my hands. I opened my eyes fully to see her rising as high as she could and dropped down with a strong thrust instantly bouncing off me and pulling me towards her as we both gasp for air! I was now on top of her as I cummed all over her catching simultaneous chills and she put both of her hands on top of her vagina, inhaled fast and exhaled releasing her orgasm bits by bits. So satisfied, on cloud nine, and overwhelmed with the fulfillment of every positive emotions flowing through our veins excessively.
I lay next to her in silence. She looks at me and I gaze back. She kisses me passionately. After about 30 minutes or so, she gets up to clean up in the bathroom. I attended a disturbance at the door, I opened it with a pillow covering my private part, and there was a house keeping manager at the door asking was everything OK. I looked at him with a disgust for his disturbance, picked up the do not disturb sign on the floor, put it on the door knob and closed the door in his face. Returning back to my bed, she came to lay right next me and held me tight feeling each others warmth...
Then she whispers "round two?"
Sleep: she walks out her house and make way to her car. She opens up the door and her car is full with heaping amounts of Fresh Strawberries, and she is confused why...
Awake: she wakes up to define the dream - she wakes trying to find out was last night a dream or not... Was it surreal?!? Confused she was
Strawberry interpretation in dreams:
To see or eat strawberries in your dream, signify your sensual desires and temptations. Strawberries are often associated with feminine qualities and female sexuality. Alternatively, to see strawberries in your dream, indicate that your ideas and goals will soon be realized
or
is favorable to advancement and pleasure. You will obtain some long wished-for object. To eat them, denotes requited love. To deal in them, denotes abundant harvest and happiness.
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Awake - as the clock wind down and the sands falls patiently, she is becoming impatient. She keeps her thoughts a secret but by the way she looks at me I invade her mind. Her body tells me that it needs to sweat by the heat transferred by my body . Her eyes tell me that all her senses wants to be engulfed by the sound of knocking and moaning, the feeling of fierce rough sensuality , the taste of steamy sweat, the smell of estrogen/testosterone erupting, and to lose sight of everything around captivated by mind, body and soul.
Sleep - perfect is a word that should be of non-existence, but it was just perfect, or as close it can be. In a trans stuck in between reality, a dream, whats real and what's not... she thinks is it possible to merge the two so it become of existence? Or can she sleep forever to be in this moment forever. What ever comes first.
Awake - the sand winds down to the last moments of the early night... Impatient will end and patience will be begin. As my first yawn came to the surface and the last drink was consumed, she was nervous to lose my consciousness to a state of mind in which she was not involved in. So shortly after she changed her profession for the moment and began to act. She gave the look that it was time to go and she is getting tired, and wants to lay. (Me forgetting her true intentions for a moment).
Sleep - trying to fight the 2nd R.E.M to figure out how can one be at so much peace yet have this stir of feelings and emotions inside boiling about to erupt in such a passive aggressive manner. How can one be so mad at a person who uncharted new weaknesses on her body to make her quiver. She thinks how can she sleep not knowing if she sleep.
Awake - this is the longest walk in her life (granted its only 2 blocks) - from here silence fell short. She tries to plan her next 50 moves from the moment the elevator shut to the door closing behind us to the moment she wakes up. She starts pacing her body to stay calm, controls her breathing and relaxes her body as if she was about to endure the biggest boxing match in her life.
Sleep - how can one mess the mind both in state of consciousness and unconsciousness she wonders. How can one be drugged but not poisoned, intoxicated but not drunk, lost but so found, high but so grounded, opinionated but so true, she wonders. She wonders if her mind is playing tricks on her whether she is awake or sleep...
Awake - elevator shuts, I get slammed and her lips swoops in fast but her glossed lips presses mine passionately and slowly. As the Elevator takes its time to the 22nd floor. My hand grazes down her flanks of her silky dress and make my way to her ass followed by a tight squeeze that sent a signal up to her lips to nibble a little harder...
Door opens - she becomes upset cause the fun must stop for 30 seconds. She felt as every second was a minute wasted... She drags me down the hall and makes sure the key is out...
Do not disturb sign goes up... Door locks. She tries to undress quickly, but I finally speak after an hour and told her to stop very quietly, ill take it from here. First I powered down the cell phone and powered up my ipod (yes like ludacris). As she stood, I placed my hands at her knees and slowly inclined gripping her dress and slowly removing it, followed by my lips kissing her body starting from right under the navel and working my way up.
As the dress came off, my kisses stopped softly on her forehead and her eyes slowly blinked as she took a deep breath. I took the clip out her hair to be free and laid her on the bed face up. I climbed on top bare, and stared at her. Took my finger tips and floated them on top of her stomach as if they were feathers in a circular motion to leave traces of goose bumps.
Shortly after I took my lips, and lightly hovered her body. Starting from her inner thigh inclining to her navel inhaling cold air, exhaling hot air all the way to her bosoms. That's when I planted I first on her neck repeatedly. I slithered my hand underneath her back and I pressed my chest against hers and breathed at her pace until our bodies were in rhythm.
PAUSE - So side note - this is why I hate some Victoria secret bras with special names like "Miraculous". Cause they come with two fasteners on the back in different places! So while I'm trying to look all experienced and shit, I unhook one, and the bra stays on! dam you Victoria dam you! But continuing...
START
Once the bra was off, I dragged the bra down her body with my teeth making way to her boy shorts to be removed with my teeth as well. Once my head was by her toes and the undergarments escaped my mouth, I gently kissed the palm of her foot. Making her a little nervous, learning where her insecurities lied, she asked me to stop, I didn't respond. And then begged me please, I still stood silent, and I finally responded with why? As she tried to respond it fell short when I bit her pleasurably and sucked her toes. Insecurity became dead and unknown at this point. And now I was back into taking my time...
From here I fully extended her legs, started kissing down her legs from the outside in leaving no parts un-kissed nor uncharted. As I made way to her inner thighs my kisses became slower but longer as I trailed up to her clitoris. I blew very softly on it to make my location known on this journey.
I noticed her vaginal secretion from being horny and turned on slowly leaking out looking like a pipe that was about to burst. First thought that came to my mind was I want a taste! So I extended my tongue so far out, placed her pussy juices all the way to the back of my tongue, and followed through going all the way till the tip of the tongue reached her clit and snapped my tongue so hard against. She moaned and grabbed them sheets so hard I thought she was holding on to the rug through the sheets...
I sucked in air hard her lips ended up hitting against mine, I licked hard and slowly up and down as if she was my canvas and my tongue was the brush strokes. As she cries my name and sweats pleasure, the brush strokes goes deeper and deeper between each cry. From there I finally made my way to the clitoris and just a gave it a gentle nibble, then I started sucking on it as a new born would a mothers breast. Struggling to hang on, licking and sucking to get the right position, squirming around cause it is so good. So once my two fingers spread the lips apart for me to have a clear way, I found my position and just sucked away just as that baby would. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes everything.
All of a sudden she raises up like a vampire rises from its coffin, she grabs my head as I'm still eating her out and began to beg me to stop and just give her penetration, she kept repeating that she couldn't take it no more and just give it to her NOW! I vigorously shook my head no while my tongue was in her pussy that made her give me one great moan as she placed her head on mine and squeezed my back.
She finally removed my head with force and kissed me aggressively pressing my chest against hers. I feel her heart racing, her body having simultaneous quivers and she is about to melt.
I gave in and asked her "you ready?". She. looked at me, squinted her face with sadness and nodded her head yes. So I moved back, pulled her by her leg, she fell back, I quickly grabbed her by her thighs and flipped her. Then quickly grabbed her by the hips, pulling her ass up and leaving her back down comfortably on a pillow, having her hands extend against the wall for support of what is to come...
Silence fell hard
I took my long, heavy blood flowing Vein popping pulsating hard dick and penetrated her drenched outer walls. She breathes in as my dick plunged in her pussy rubbing against the whole circumference of her vagina, my dick creeping in and secretion leaking out. As my head reaches her G-spot she exhales with a stutter, and said in the pillow “fucking finally shit”. I pulled all the way out till the tip was just about to fall out, she turned her head and gave me that squint sad face again. That's when I squeezed her waist tight with a firm grip and gave one good hard pelvic thrust. "OH SHIT" she yelled and cried my name several times, with me giving no response. She started pushing against the wall and banging on the wall like donkey kong. As she was stuck between the wall and my thighs as my dick was pushing against her G-spot as if it was squeezing grapes for wine, she moaned, I moaned, and we both began cried each others names simultaneously.
The continuous motion because, with each stroke, the pillow talk gets louder and the moans transfer over to me. I start moaning, start crying out her name as I feel her juices all over my dick. As I pull out, all I see what once was a black dick covered in all white.
She suddenly breaks rhythm by pushing hard back as I was coming in to knock me off balance, I fell laid back on the bed and she was positioned in the reverse cowgirl. Giving me a full bounces, she turned around so she can see my every facial expression.
Still inserted with no motion, just feeling the pulsating. Using her juicy soft lips, nibbled on my ear, kissed down my neck, kissed my chest, kissed the whole lie oh my tattoo, back up to my nipples where she nibbled a little hard to make me tense, as she was licking and sucking one nipple her hand found way to start tugging my nipple ring. Making my dick more stiff then the cement it was, and pulsating even more as if it was a body stuck in a hole breathing hard in and out.
Shortly after she placed both of her hands on my chest, and started riding. Up and down motion like a pro: only her hips, waste and ass moved as her legs and her upper body stayed still. Not giving a fuck about the mechanics of what's going I just know that my toes started to curl, and there was nothing for me to grab on but her ass as the motions got faster and deeper.
I could do nothing more but try to think of something to try to prolong myself from busting. I thought baseball, but with pitches comes home runs and I was definitely hitting one. I thought doors, but some doors have door knockers which was her exact motion of her pussy on my dick. I thought kiddie games, but I was happy to know her ass was clapping.
I couldn't take it no more and I was about to bust any moment now. I told her to stop and slow down, she looked at me like I was stupid and began moving more rapidly having every hit of her ass on my thighs only getting louder and louder. I tried to push her off me but she put up a fight and won. She pinned my hands down by pressing them down with her hands up against my stomach, also using it as leverage and control.
I couldn't take it anymore and I told her I'm going to cum and burst and get the fuck off! She stared me into my eyes and she said "me too, so let's CUM together" - I was pinned down still, and my feet started to shuffle as I felt my sperm creeping from my scrotum up its way to the urethra. I swear we was on one accord when she looked at my face of despair as her 3rd cum aka orgasm was traveling at the same speed as mine.
That's when I felt her tense up, slowed down and started to dig her nails in my hands. I opened my eyes fully to see her rising as high as she could and dropped down with a strong thrust instantly bouncing off me and pulling me towards her as we both gasp for air! I was now on top of her as I cummed all over her catching simultaneous chills and she put both of her hands on top of her vagina, inhaled fast and exhaled releasing her orgasm bits by bits. So satisfied, on cloud nine, and overwhelmed with the fulfillment of every positive emotions flowing through our veins excessively.
I lay next to her in silence. She looks at me and I gaze back. She kisses me passionately. After about 30 minutes or so, she gets up to clean up in the bathroom. I attended a disturbance at the door, I opened it with a pillow covering my private part, and there was a house keeping manager at the door asking was everything OK. I looked at him with a disgust for his disturbance, picked up the do not disturb sign on the floor, put it on the door knob and closed the door in his face. Returning back to my bed, she came to lay right next me and held me tight feeling each others warmth...
Then she whispers "round two?"
Sleep: she walks out her house and make way to her car. She opens up the door and her car is full with heaping amounts of Fresh Strawberries, and she is confused why...
Awake: she wakes up to define the dream - she wakes trying to find out was last night a dream or not... Was it surreal?!? Confused she was
Strawberry interpretation in dreams:
To see or eat strawberries in your dream, signify your sensual desires and temptations. Strawberries are often associated with feminine qualities and female sexuality. Alternatively, to see strawberries in your dream, indicate that your ideas and goals will soon be realized
or
is favorable to advancement and pleasure. You will obtain some long wished-for object. To eat them, denotes requited love. To deal in them, denotes abundant harvest and happiness.
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