Merry Go Round

I had a dream last night that I was flying.

My hands were bound out to the sides, and my legs were bound far apart. There is a small binding of rope around my waist that is attached the the frame on either side.

I was tied to a large square that had no middle. The one side had been attached to a round metal pole by several circular clasps.

I felt a push and started slowly circling around the pole. I try to look at my captors but I am already spinning to quickly and the faces are blurring.

I hear the crop hit me before I feel it. Gasping as I twirl around the pole completely helpless.
The crop keeps randomly finding targets, striking nipples, bum, back and mound. I am squealing and laughing, but am so off balance I can not struggle.

They spin me a little faster, again I feel the crop but now there is more. A tawse is smacking hard into my ass cheeks and I am reduced to whimpering and begging. I hear laughter from the people encircling me.

Now it gets harder as a strap has joined the crop and tawse, the strikes are coming faster as they have spread out around me. I am starting to scream every time I know I am getting near that cursed strap. The person wielding it recognizes it and starts circling with me giving me hard swats on my ass the entire time I am circling. The only pauses are when the crop or tawse strike.

I am gasping and pulling hard against my bonds, when the quirt joins in. I groan and my mind swirls away in the dizzy bliss of being spun and the joy of the strikes that come from the quirt.
My breasts are swollen and heavy, engorged in the passion of pain.

The strap has moved to the front and is slapping against my mound randomly. I am laughing wildly as I spin around feeling the quirt striking my ass.

At once I am stopped dead. A blindfold is tied around my eyes and darkness descends. Then they begin spinning me the other way. I am rotating backwards now and each strike to my ass is harder.

Sharp gasp as I feel something sting across my side. And again! Down the middle of my tummy a sharp cut sensation. Then along the underside of my arm. I am screaming and babbling and begging them not to cut me to shreds. The cuts are random against my thighs.

Stinging blows of sharp points against my ass. I am crying behind my blindfold and begging them to let me go. The torment continues and I feel cold hard steel against my swollen mound. My labia are parted and cold steel touches my clit.

I scream as I orgasm and feel my wet juices soaking my thighs, hearing low chuckles around me.

And then I am spinning, I can hear only the sound of the pivoting and feel a cool breeze against my skin.

Warm hands are caressing me, the twirling has stopped and I am being unbound. Weakened and helpless I am held and carried to a bed where I am laid down and the warm hands continue the gentle stroking.

Their hands are untying the blindfold..

I awaken.

Dirty Dreamer

I have vivid sex dreams, the kind that I awake from gasping, humping at my sheets and orgasming. They intensify as my sexual desires wax and wan like the moon cycles. They also increase in potency when I know I am going to play and am looking forward to it with anticipation.

My Dream

He is naked as I have undressed him at the door, pulling his willing body from his clothing as quickly and efficiently as I can. I am greedy and clothing hampers getting what I want. And I want it so badly, I have to be careful not to injure his clothing.

I laugh as I grab him by his rather erect member (I am not the only eager one) and lead him to the sex nest I have prepared.

Toys and lube are in easy reach, the sheets hide a waterproof mattress cover (I intend on soaking this space in my orgasmic squirt) towels are stacked neatly, safer sex supplies are plentiful.

I instruct him to lay on his side, with his head at the bottom end of the bed. I apply lube (vanilla mm) to his dick and nestle in beside him.

My pussy is in his face and my lips are wrapped happily around his cock. Blissful as I feel him slide well lubed fingers (all four of them) into my pussy and stretch me. I squirt immediately and blush knowing I likely flooded his face and the sheets. Groaning at the pleasure that sweeps through me I apply my energy to sucking on his vanilla flavored dong. Licking his sac and sucking his balls into my mouth as I push a lubed toy into his ass.

I hear him groan in ecstasy and he fucks at the toy. He is such an ass whore and I adore it. I fuck his ass as I lick and such his dick.

His mouth is on my clit and his fingers are milking my g-spot. I shudder and cry out as I squirt and gush and nearly drown him.

He is shaking hard and suddenly freezes as he has a p-spot orgasm. I nibble and suck at his balls until he comes back down to earth.

I need his balls slapping at my ass as he buries his dick in my pussy and he is quick to respond. Flipping me onto my back and resting my legs on his shoulders, he pumps his rock hard shaft into me and I cum in a great gush over him. He is stroking hard and fast and I am squirting every few strokes, blissed out and cumming in multiples as he fucks me.

Suddenly he stops and pulls out of me.

Flipping me over and sliding a thumb in my ass, he wiggles some lube inside me and then his cock is in my butt and I am cumming again. I rock back hard against him and he meets each thrust eagerly.

I wake up my hand in my pussy and I am squirting all over my fingers.. Ah I can not wait until this is no longer just a dream!

The hands

In my dreams I envision myself surrounded by white light. The room is white, I am clothed in a white silk dress and there are many people in the room. They are all clothed in white, their hands and faces the most noticable parts, stark in the contrast.

Hands that are pale and nearly as white as the sleeves they extend from. Hands that are dark as midnight and striking against the pure background. Hands that are tanned from the sun, some are older and some seem very young. Large and strong, small and delicate. Lovely hands, some with the softest skin and others hard and calloused. I adore them all and want to kiss the palms and fingertips.

Faces, so bright and clean and fresh, none wear makeup, just thier bare skin glowing with their natural beauty. Male and female, pale and dark, and the lips, oh those beautiful lips. Some are full and pouty, while others are thin and pale. Each capable of a soft smile, a harsh word, a spoken command, a kiss...

The hands are undressing me, taking off the white dress, as my hands carress soft cheeks. Oh here is a man with stubble how delicious as the sharp hairs rasp my fingers. And now a woman with skin so soft I want to cry at being able to touch her. The lips are smiling, they are all smiling and I am touching my fingertips to their lips. So soft.. how gentle.. naked now they stand me before them and look at me. I am not ashamed and do not try to cover myself. I hold my head high and meet each of thier gazes. Those eyes, so pretty, blues that sparkle like a winter sky on a cool crisp morning. Green's that reflect life, the colour of spring grass, fresh and green. Brown's that make me ache for the depths of their promise, as trees, and the earth glow deep within. Hazel eyes drawing me near, that rich golden hue that surely comes from the sun.

Mesmerized, they descend on me, carressing my skin. I am enfolded in their embrace. The hands stroking and rubbing and seeking all my hidden places. I hold nothing back, surrendering myself to their questing touch. I am laying back, and they are parting my legs, fingers sliding like rich silk over my limbs, my breasts. I am trembling and they feel it. Their eyes are all on me, as one they quiet me and invite me into the cool wide world they have created.

Floating and drifting, completely at peace, in and of myself. Fingers carressing my nipples and mound. Hands sliding over my rib cage, under my back. I have no time to wonder how, there is so much sensation and so much pleasure in this. Lost in my own skin, unbelieving that I can exist in such glorious light. Hands cupping and carressing my vulva, parting this sacred space and pulling me open to their universe of touch. I am willing and sigh, content as all the energies gather and build inside me.

Breathing deeply, there is a man on one side of me and a woman on the other. Blue eyes and brown. I do not know whose hands are touching me where and I do not care. With reckless abandon I look into their eyes and allow my juice to flow over the questing fingers that fill and fulfill me.

Wave after wave, it is not a storm, but an undying ocean. The tide ebbing and flowing and I am one with it.