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Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2005 15:47:30 -0800 (PST)
From: larry rice <buckyone252@yahoo.com>
Subject: DREAMS OF REALITY
How does someone explain his life long dreams to the ordinary
everyday person that has a very normal life. At first it would seem it was
something out of a warped mind as most doctors would tell you. I grew up in
a very protected envirionment in a very small town where everyone knew
everyone else. At the tender age of 9 my mom had been married and devorced
twice over and was working on her third husband. I had already stopped
calling him dad a long time ago and wasn't about to change that. Mom was
the type of woman that every man in his right mind would go after, tall (5'
9") long red hair, very soft Irish accent, very smooth skin, jade green
eyes, maybe around 145 lbs, and as I later found out very close to a
perfect figure 34C-24-36. Not only was she the most beautiful woman these
eyes had ever looked upon but she was extremely athletic, being a three
sport star in college. Now I guess it would be best to tell you about
myself; 5' 5", 132 lbs, fair skin, almost no hair on my body except on my
head, light redish blonde hair. My only problem was that I was nowhere near
the athletic type she was, and really didn't want to be. To tell you the
truth I really think that mom was expecting a daughter, because all the
time during her pregnacy she never once wanted to know if I was a boy or
girl. At birth they had already gave me a name; Kelli, instead she got a
son. It had to be changed to Kelly in the hospital.
All of course moms friends had already bought hundreds of dollars of
baby clothes and you guessed it, everything was in pink. At that time mom
and dad didn't have the money nor way to get everything exchanged so mom
just used what she had. I was dressed in pink for the first two years and
by then no one cared what I wore so it continued until I was enrolled in
school. I could remeber my early school days going home and changing into
my nice feminine things so that I could play and help mom.
This went on everyday till I reached my last year in high school at
which time mom tried her best to tell me that men didn't dress this way. By
now mom was single and as she said , it would be for the rest of her life.
That it was wrong and society looked down on people that had these types of
desires and likes. Instead of going away to the state university I stayed
and attended the local community college and still would not let go of my
dressing habbits. By now mom was single and as she said , it would be for
the rest of her life.
Part 2
My life has fast forwarded to my now approaching 25th birthday and
I'm sitting with my 44 year old beautiful mom and eating the cake she had
baked for me. The as she looks over at me she smiles and tells me that my
dress was one of the new ones she had ordered from dress shop in town. Yes
here I was dressed to the nines, tight form fitting stretch knit dark green
dress, black seamed stockings, garters, black stretch lace panties and
matching bra complete with realistic breast forms, and a full black slip,
with black and green 4" heels. My hair which I always wore sort of long was
done up in a bun and with the perfect amount of makeup on I couls pass
better than most real women could. We sat there talking just like two
girlfriends that had been apart from each other for years and was catching
up on our lives.
I looked at her and said that even though it was my birthday I wanted
to take her out for dinner, and that she had something in her bedroom that
she would want to wear. She gave me that very puzzled look and went to find
out exactly what it was, and yes it just happened to be that same style of
dress I had on but in her favorite color, purple. Well she just couldn't
help but say yes and started getting ready for our girls night out. We had
reservations at the top restruant in town and then prceeded to go out
dancing. Mom said she couldn't believe that I could actually dance so
fluidly in heels but I told her that I had put in lots of practice. As we
both danced with a few very good looking men that night our drinks never
went empty as tow more would always be waiting. Mom had met Sam, a good
looking tall athletic man who looked to be about 40 and I thought I was
even luckier. Matt had to be around 26, and built like a man of steel. Even
though it was getting late mom didn't want to leave but she also knew if
they found out my secret there would be hell to pay. We bid our goodbyes
and told mom gave them her home number and said that we would defintely
like to get together again soon.
It was long after that night that our phone was ringing off the hook,
and we were invited to a party at a large company, Sam and Matt both would
be our escorts that evening. Everything went perfect up until the party
started to lose its appeal and we decided to leave. Mom joined Sam in his
car and I drove our car with Matt next to me. I knew I had to do or say
something that would let Matt know that I wasn't exactly who I was or who
he thought I was. It took me ten minutes to get home and another ten to
explain, being afraid that I would get the hell beat out of me once he
knew. Matt looked straight into my eyes and said the simplest two words; so
what. Not even thinking what would happen or how we would end up that night
I leaned forward and kissed him. Our kiss was soft, simple, and sensual at
first then it semed to turn lutfull and and all out sexual. Our tongues
went wild searching for each others licking , sucking, nibbling, and
tasting. Our hands were all over each other by then and undoing our
clothingalmost as fast as we could. Matt sensed that we should slow down so
he stood up and asked me to lead him to my bedroom where we both began to
undress each other. After undressing Matt I began to slowly lick his
nipples and down his stomach till I was completely on my knees before
him. Now I was eye to eye with something I had been dreaming about since we
had met, an extremely thick, long , slightly up turned 8 1/2" cock. First I
knew that I couldn't take it all into my mouth so I just concentrated on
the head, licking slowly over the thick purple plumb shaped head. You could
even hear a pop as my mouth would come off his cock every other suck. I
could hear Matt moan softly as I tried to do my best, and the more I sucked
and licked his moans got louder and louder. Within minutes Matt hsoved hard
and sank his entire cock down my throat and spewd hot thick, creamy, ropes
of cum down my throat. At which time I had no choice but to swallow every
drop. As Matt pulled back slowly he lifted me up and kissed me deeply and
let me know that tonight was far from over.
I asked Matt to make himself comfortable on my bed as I went to my
bathroom and came back wearing my sexiest teddy. Crawling on my bed and up
on top of him, I straddled his hips and again kissed his cock which jerked
to full attention. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him to make
me feel like a woman. I smiled as Matt wet two fingers and spread my ass
cheeks and began to ease them up inside me, loosening my girlish asspussy.
Then i felt his hands take hold of my hips and slowly pull me down onto his
hard thick cock. It was if the whole room was on fire as he worked his
cockhead into me. Stopping only to allow me to adjust to his size, then
inching inside deeper and deeper. As Matt began to fuck me in slow upward
thrusts I could feel him stretching my insides to their fullest and I knew
this wouldn't be the last time. Once all the way inside me Matt started to
fuck me with long, slow, deep thrusts while telling me to squeeze my cheeks
at the same time and ride his cock. I was so tight that Matt and I didn't
last for more than a few momentsbefore we both started spewing hot cum. His
deep inside me and mine all over his stomach and chest.
Part 3
I awoke the next morning laying naked in bed when mom burst into my
room carrying our breakfast wearing her sexiest night gown. She walked over
and said that I should at least wear a nightie to bed, and started
laughing. For some reason my eyes just wouldn't tear themselves from moms
breasts. I couldn't even help myself to keep from licking my lips at which
mom noticed right away. She stopped laughing and slowly opened her gown
pulling it back just to her shoulders, asking me if I liked what I was
staring at. Yes I replied I did love everything about her and would always
love her but not as a son nor as a daughter. We started to discuss what and
where our feelings were taking us and just how far it would go. I let her
know that I would do anything in this world to make her the happiest woman
alive. With that she got up off the bed and left my room and me in complete
dissorder. Within minutes later she told me to close my eyes and lay back
and not to look at all no matter what. I could feel my bed give way to her
weight as she came up between my legs and told me to spread my legs wide
for her. Then I felt a cool slick gell being aplied to my asshole and her
fingers rubbing it inside me . Mom then helped me lift my legs up high and
I felt a thick round object being pushed deep inside me and moms wieght on
top of me. She whispered into my ear that we really didn't need another man
around the house and that we could from now and live as lesbian lovers. Mom
began to fuck me with slow strokes which really turned me on more than what
Matt had done the night before. She whispered how much she loved me and how
much she loved me being a female and wanting me. All this, she whispered as
she made love to me over and over that day. We didn't even leave that bed
till the next morning and only then to eat and build our strength up for
more love making. That was four years ago and we still make love like two
rabbits, at least thats what Mellanie (mom) says.
Well theres my second story, only this one is just a figmant of my
imagination. So if you enjoyed it please let me know and hopefull I can
come up with more, respnd to--- buckyone252@yahoo.com
thank you for taking time and reading it, and have fun. LOVE KELLI !