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By *heodone OP Man
2 weeks ago
Queensferry |
My lover Paul was fixing Velcro cuffs to my ankles and securing them to the end legs of the bed, keeping my legs spread wide.
I was naked and on my back.
Paul was naked too and I watched his cock, semi hard, swing as he moved around me.
He had brought me to a weekend party made up of men of different sexual inclinations, except they were all gay or bi.
I was there as one of the compliant submissives.
When he had finished Paul sat on the bed next to me, leant forward and kissed me, letting one hand touch my cock.
I wanted him between my thighs but I knew I would have to wait.
I was there for the pleasure of others.
He dimmed the light, lit a few incense sticks and with one final kiss, left the room.
I lay in silence.
Somewhere in the house I could hear music, not loud but just audible, rhythmic, pulsating.
I lay spreadeagled for ages, waiting for someone to enter the room.
No-one came and slowly I fell asleep
I began to dream.
It was a dream of tongues, mens’s tongues, all over me, in me.
An infinite number of tongues licking me, my feet, toes, legs, nipples, neck.
Pushing into every orifice.
A huge tongue filled my mouth, not human in size
My mouth was wide open and it was filled with this massive, wet, warm organ.
I couldn’t see who or what it belonged too.
All I could see were disembodied tongues.
I felt them on my balls and cock and then a long thin tongue slid and flicked behind my balls, snaking its way to my anus.
It teased my hole briefly and then slithered inside.
It was long and thin and seemed to penetrate deep inside my body
I squirmed with fear and delight.
And then I sensed weight in me.
I opened my eyes and realised that now I was not dreaming.
A man was in too of me |
