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My heart beckons for Him
Its rhythm is the leader in a procession
My blood circulation is rapid like rush hour traffic
Its thick,hot,and sweet 
My mind is on repeat
As if I am viewing my thoughts of Him
On a large movie screen
My nose is nostalgic
Which causes my eyes to water
My face stretches into a smile
Its recalling all of the things 
That love about Him
The safety in His embrace
That cannot be duplicated
The soft kiss of His lips
That causes the moisture in my pussy
The gentle whisper of His voice into my ear
That creates my nipples to hardened then elongate 
The way His hands caress my body is spiritual 
Our energy connection is beyond explanation 
This is our situation 
The Universe brought us together
By divine manipulation 

~Dream~

Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~truly a grown woman

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Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats

Dear Diary:
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum. 
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really.  It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either. 
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus. 
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers. 
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed. 
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded. 
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking. 
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested. 
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza. 
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with. 
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty. 
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage. 
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear". 
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber. 
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now. 
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good. 
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~

FridayThe13Th Bday Reflections

Long Time Cummin,From a Mistress Prospective by~Dream~

Long Time Cummin(From A Mistress Prospective)

It was nice him seeing again

my Dear long lost friend

such a busy man

so considerate of him

calling to see how I've been

checking up on how I was doing

I said to him "I've been very busy"

He said that he missed me

declared that he would like to see me

I said "anytime for you

my Dear friend"

Actually,I was impressed

no flattered

it was I, that HE

wanted to spend his

free time with

We scheduled an 8pm

late dinner date

We arrived simultaneously

at the place

where we always meet

The staff know us by name

our table seating is always

the same

We greeted with a long hug & a french kiss

He pushed in my chair

which reminded me

how he was such a gentleman

A few minutes went by

we didn't speak

just stared into

each others eyes

I wanted to break the ice

However,I was not going to be the one

who would speak first

When we last conversed

things were hostile

Tonight I wanted to remain amicable

all I could do was sigh and smile

I didn't want to risk

my mouth getting a foot in it

I propped my chin with my closed hands

moved in

Anticipating his chosen words

He cleared his throat and asked "do you have a curfew"

I said "no-the kids are gone for the summer

so-yes, I can stay out as late as I want to"

He said-"You look exceptionally good and its really nice seeing you again

seems like its been so long. I was afraid

that you wouldn't pick up the telephone

because of your last message to me"

""I never want to see you again

and I think its better that we split

and no longer speak""

I said-"you know I was mad at you

and I always say things in the heat

things I lash out at you"

(I always had a rebuttal, that pertained words that I didn't mean)

He said "how are the kids

and how's life been treating you

is there a new love in your life

if so, has he been good to you"

I said "the kids are doing just fine

and I'm not stating if there's someone

new in my life"

I said,"how are your sons&the wifey?"

(He's always up in mine

forever being so nosey)

I said "is she finally treating you righteously

or is she still gettin on your nerves nightly?

He said "well, you know things haven't changed

she's still bitchin & carrying on the same way"

I said "oh I see, thats the reason for this

late night gathering

the marriage between you two

is still being lived out unhappily"

I said,"So sorry to hear that your marriage still is not taking

a pleasant path"

He said "its okay, I am with you, which is where I want to be at"

I said "Excuse me, I'll be right back"

He said "I'll miss you when you're gone

so please hurry back

I want you to sit on

whats rising here in my lap"

I walked away from the table

switching my ass

strutting & occasionally giving a look back

While in the restroom, I fixed my hair

touched up the makeup on my face

puckered my lips restoring the MAC "Nymphette" lip gloss

He loved to taste

I checked myself making sure nothing

was out of place

the pheromones still remained

my antiperspirant still doing its thing

I glanced in the mirror for one last time

said to myself, "You sexy mutha...lets go out here & finish wowing

this man and once again, spring this nicca...so he'll spend

his very last dime on you, his Princess"

I laughed aloud and whispered,"His Seductress"

I approached him slowly from behind

kissed his ear & frontal lobe

grabbed between his thighs

I thought inside...my next move-he'd certainly be ready to go, if he didn't

we'd surely give this establishment a show

I placed my G-string panties

in his front suit pocket

He yelled to the waiter--"TICKET!"

I corrected him-"HE meant, may I get the check please"

He reached for the pocket that held my precum saturated panties

and began wiping the sweat

from his brow & forehead

He yield to give them a long deep inhale

I erotically watched, now utterly amused

As he quickly shoved my panties

into his Calvin Klein boxers

massaged himself with them

He licked at his lips

looked at me

I brushed my hair to one side

seductively ran my fingers down my neck

to my buxom breast & fondled one of my erect nipples

thru my dress

He leaned into me

with his lips

he gave my arm & chest two small pecks

He whispered into my ear

using his naturally sexy baritone

"I want you sooo bad

it wasn't one night

that I did not think of you

when my wife and I made love

all I could do was think about you

I tried to get her into the things

that you and I do

she just wouldn't budge

Babygirl,you really DO NOT know

how bad I missed you

dammit woman, you just drive me wild

with all that you do"

He said,"I am sorry for not taking you seriously, I was stupid brushing

off your needs"

I smiled & bashfully blinked my eyes

to confirm that I had agreed

with all that he said

I grabbed a linen napkin

from the table

to catch the remaining sweat

held & kissed his left hand

while he wrote his signature

on the credit card slip

with the other hand

I thought to myself

This man is oblivious

what I, his Mistress

had in store for him

It was so obvious

that he was lacking

It was all of me, that he had been missing

I am the one who would have

to take care of him

continue to fill in the gaps

fulfilling all his freaky fetishes

always being more desirable

And one could only imagine

what would transpire

the rest of the night

with this man
whom I've nicknamed

The Sexually Deprived Husband 2b continued....~Dream~

Dear Diary,August 14

Dear Diary:


Its Sunday morning and the kiddies are all gone to Mothers for the day. I am fresh out of the tub, had to soak my body. Its been awhile since I was able to just sit and soak in a hot tub of water without no interruptions. 
I am in bed listening to Xscape "Tonight" first song that came to mind when I woke up this morning. The full moon from last night left its glow on me. You should see the grimace on my face, my eye's are greener than ever, my hips feel like jewels. I cannot help but get out my bed and slow wind to the music. 
After another night of passion and pleasure, the lust is running heavy in my veins today. Last night full moon sex was very magical. I felt like howling at the moon due to going a week without  my Vitamin "D". 
When he walked through the door, I felt a rush, I almost stumbled in my stiletto's walking toward him in a short sexy contemporary dress....wearing no panties underneath. (Yes, I was looking for trouble.) I wanted to rip his shirt off him then work my way down to his waist, using only my teeth to maneuver his clothing off his caramel body. I held back, I had to model about for a lil bit....you know, the Diva in me, had to show off the goodies before we indulged. 
Besides if I had touched him, I knew that I would not be able to change into something a lot more provocative. I had promised that I would wear my fishnet body stocking for him this time, so I had to hold back a week's worth of desire. 
The body stocking added to the arousal tremendously. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed receiving what he gave me. I knew he wanted to get a little more rough with me. I was mentally preparing myself for the moment where he turned into this beast, but he confirmed what I had suspected..."I had to catch myself"he calmed down for me,he said. I was willing to take anything that he was serving, that was just how horny I was. 
Now usually, I am the Dominatrix Dream when I am wearing the body stocking. But for some odd reason, I allowed him to take over me.
Our minds and body were encapsulated, the universe was ours. The sex is extraordinary, nothing like I have ever had. 
The mental connection is super cool to intellectual and the physical attraction is powerful yet contained (my only fear is, what will happen when its fully unleashed, will it be like a paranormal experience....I warrant its presence).
When he inserted his dick in me, my body shivered from sure pleasure. My nipples peaked even harder. I held onto the back of his head, licked at his lips,soft as petals. As he slow stroked  my pussy, I felt the electricity...very intense, like I had stuck my finger into a light socket....a lil pain, but a lot of pleasure, although it hurt....I had to repeat because it felt so damned good. 
I held back my tears of happiness, spread open my thick thighs to feel every movement. I grabbed at his muscular thighs, and firm buttocks as my pussy opened to compensate his growth. 
He gave me a half  neck full of roses, I wanted more...harder and deeper into the skin.  They make pretty presents to look upon later in the week when I am craving more. All I have to do is touch my neck, the sensation comes and makes me wet instantly. 
I am gently touching my clit, wishing it was his tongue gracefully tasting me. He has the art of oral sex mastered;however, he does not top my Certification in Seduction and my PhD in Fellatio. I spoiled him with chocolate Redi-Whip and my reverse extreme suction. I showed him how much I had appreciated the time and thought that he has put into me. I sucked his big strong black dick down to his chocolate covered balls. My tongue massaged his perineum, I would have went further, but I wanted to make sure he was okay with it. Retrospectively,he would have let me stick my tongue into his ass. He is just that open minded, next time....my tongue will venture further. 
We changed the sheets, made the bed, and still messed up my $300 comforter. I skeeted through the top blanket onto the comforter down to the freshly changed linens. My snapper pussy was squirting all over that caramel cock. I had him convulsing with this orgasm, his dick just would not stop cuming. 
I stood with my hands on my hips, all I could do is shake my head....I wanted to say "well,well,well,now what...who are u again,and where did you come from,and take me to your leader"lol. Instead, I kept silent and took my third shower of the evening. I sung in the shower, not one broken note and smiled like the Cheshire cat.  
Daddy cock had conquered the pussy once again, hands down.....he did that. My "feathers" were fluffed too, my stance is perfect and my ass is radiating. Two ego's were majorly stroked,so full,there was no room for anyone else. He left with the usual, a deep tongue kiss and hug  good night. But last night, this roosters' chest was swollen more than normally. Because he knew that he gave his hummingbird what she needed to have a good night of quality sleep. 
Hummmm.....but my eye's are still greener than ever, I batted them when I closed the door. See, its that look and smile combination that seals my Dream magic. Along with letting him know he is greatly appreciated and its all about him when he is with me, one of my secrets to keep him wanting more. I do want him as much as he wants me,I have my moments throughout the day, but I contain myself by getting occupied with other duties. I have to, in order to ward off the festering sexy thoughts of him. 
Now I am playing "Softest Place on Earth" by Xscape, ready to cum.
Good bye for now
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary,July 4th,2011

Dear Diary:
Today is a holiday and I woke up way early,I have no plans today. I did the cook out thing yesterday with my homegirl and her family. It was nice to be surrounded by real folk, these people never met me in their life yet they extended the greatest kindness to me and my children. Also, they invited me to become part of their family. I was happy inside and out, to hear that. My family isn't as big, they live right around the corner, and do not speak to me. Sad but true, I manage. I have no problem creating a world without those who tend to use and hurt me. I am very good at that. 
Fortunately, I do not rely on other people to make me happy. I have to make myself happier on other levels. Its not always in a sexual form. Providing for my family, brings much satisfaction to me. Having a good heart, I believe is the key to happiness and less stress. 
This new no bullshit diet I am on is awesome. I totally enjoy telling the time wasting men who text and call me to bug off. They do not buy or rent my content. They talk my ear off about their fantasies about me. They all allege that they are "real friends" and "not like other guys"sure,sure George,heard that one before. You are no different than a fan, you just want to fuck,let's keep it real. 
I really am amused by the men who think I am impressed with their cars,or economic status,none of that shit phases me. Wow,how bitchass they get when they get a "no" from me,like "fat bitch,who are you to turn me down"lmao! Reality check guy, I am Dream and I am not a regular chick,you got me fucked up.com,lol....I am so not a lowly fat chick who jumps at (give it up the first night&get ass for FREE) dinner nights. I am not the one.
I have no time for crazy male drama crap, I am focusing on new innovative ways to make money. Creativity and success is all I eat and breathe. Sexuality, and being provocative is just part of the gumbo. 
My Captain Save Em days are over,fellas trying to step to me,better have their shit together. I am not speaking of his FICO score,nor how his 401K is vested,and how many pairs of Jordan's he own. I am talking about his mind&heart composition,and have simple stuff like his own car and place for starters. That is not too much to ask. Because a guy can fuck til sunrise, but if he does not have his own,its not a good combo for a woman who does. And a man who is financially stable does not mean he's a prize catch,especially if he has a fucked up personality. 
My kind of guy is laid back,not too uptight. He's the kind of guy who I can joke with and share my fears with. He's not a horn dog, he is sexual but not all about getting the pussy. He is a gentleman, he is genuinely concerned for me. He respects the fact that I have cut back on the wifely privileges because he wants to earn them. He isn't worried about my occupation or my past, he wants to be my future. 
When sex with him does occur, its something cherished. I am not treated like those before me. He takes his time with the seduction. He makes sure I am pleased to the utmost. He puts in work, his tongue is the guide. He's not lead solely by his dick, his mind assist in seducing me. He learns all my pleasure spots,without asking. He nibbles on my neck,massages the knots out of my back,rubs on my booty just a little. His sweet kisses are impeccable, they make me wet as the mere thought of him. 
When I am with him, I feel helpless like a child, as the spider to the fly. Yet, I am the Queen bumble bee, and He-the spider. The big booty bee, frozen in the fetal position, he puts his venom deep in me. Immobile like a coma patient, I want to move,but I cannot. I want to ride his well hung dick. I want to cum all over it. I wish I could take the lead,but I can't,I enjoy his power over me. 
That is the man of my~Dreams~.
Happy 4th of July!