Reality - Off The Page Vol 1 Part 5
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For most, dreams are usually left as just that…a fantasy, a chunk of imagination spun by your own mind to entertain yourself. Answering so many of those ‘what if?s’ that seem to pop up around every turn. But every now and again there are moments where you truly do need to clip yourself to check whether or not you are dreaming. It was rigid for me to believe that what had happened with my and I wasn’t just a heat dream. To have the man who made me also be the one who took my innocence was a pretty exciting thought. I mean I’ve had so many thoughts about him for as lengthy as I can remember, I was practically beside myself the entire time it was happening. But now that I’m sitting alone in my apartment and all my mind wants to do is revisit those newly created memories I made with , I’m not truly sure what to do with all of this information. Usually when my mind heads into a madness like this, I find it helpful to write down my thoughts, just to get them out of my head and onto paper. I haven’t done it in a while, but periodically it’s a process that just gets shove upon me whether I like it or not. At first-ever I kind of fought to primarily put it on the page but ultimately I found my explosion and I was able to mentally walk myself thru it. I will say however, that there was something highly cathartic in scribbling a pen to paper and physically scraping out what I didn’t want to observe there as opposed to just deleting it in a digital copy. It was all part of the process. When I observe Crimson shift into my peripheral vision, my mind once again remembered that wasn’t the only family member I’ve been personal with. To be honest, I was sort of expecting that our corporal intimity would help lead to me and my becoming closer again. That this would somehow be the nectar to help us come back together. I could sense my cheeks getting larger flush as he peered directly into eyesight, his dark puppy eyes contrasting the bright copper hue of his utter facial hair making him view as uber-sexy as ever. I certainly wasn’t in a place where I dreamed any feedback about what I was writing, so I was a bit shy to share it with my big bro. Sure enough he didn’t want to hear any bit about my practice with , but rather dreamed to widen his own practice with me. I mean, it was rigid to say no to someone I have perceived so safe around knowing he would never do anything to hurt me. Only a loser would be so prompt to leave behind that Crimson had such a big man sausage that it caused my gash to seep splooge all up into my unshaved pubic hair after I groundpounded my into my mattress. The couch was squeaking for precious life as my laid back and allowed me to take utter manage of his pulsing tower of a cock. There was so much friction from my figure hair polishing up against his that only added to the other fluid flowing underneath my waist. I’m fairly certain some of the jizm that leisurely dripped out of my newly fucked slot transferred over to his unshaved pubic hair at that point. And I truly enjoyed that my and I matched a lil in that way. Despite the fact that my dreams may have only been about and not Red, didn’t switch the fact that we were ultimately bonding in a way that would bring us closer. Or maybe we have become more than just what we once were? Either way, I’d be facing this fresh reality perceiving closer to my than ever before.
For most, dreams are usually left as just that…a fantasy, a chunk of imagination spun by your own mind to entertain yourself. Answering so many of those ‘what if?s’ that seem to pop up around every turn. But every now and again there are moments where you truly do need to clip yourself to check whether or not you are dreaming. It was rigid for me to believe that what had happened with my and I wasn’t just a heat dream. To have the man who made me also be the one who took my innocence was a pretty exciting thought. I mean I’ve had so many thoughts about him for as lengthy as I can remember, I was practically beside myself the entire time it was happening. But now that I’m sitting alone in my apartment and all my mind wants to do is revisit those newly created memories I made with , I’m not truly sure what to do with all of this information. Usually when my mind heads into a madness like this, I find it helpful to write down my thoughts, just to get them out of my head and onto paper. I haven’t done it in a while, but periodically it’s a process that just gets shove upon me whether I like it or not. At first-ever I kind of fought to primarily put it on the page but ultimately I found my explosion and I was able to mentally walk myself thru it. I will say however, that there was something highly cathartic in scribbling a pen to paper and physically scraping out what I didn’t want to observe there as opposed to just deleting it in a digital copy. It was all part of the process. When I observe Crimson shift into my peripheral vision, my mind once again remembered that wasn’t the only family member I’ve been personal with. To be honest, I was sort of expecting that our corporal intimity would help lead to me and my becoming closer again. That this would somehow be the nectar to help us come back together. I could sense my cheeks getting larger flush as he peered directly into eyesight, his dark puppy eyes contrasting the bright copper hue of his utter facial hair making him view as uber-sexy as ever. I certainly wasn’t in a place where I dreamed any feedback about what I was writing, so I was a bit shy to share it with my big bro. Sure enough he didn’t want to hear any bit about my practice with , but rather dreamed to widen his own practice with me. I mean, it was rigid to say no to someone I have perceived so safe around knowing he would never do anything to hurt me. Only a loser would be so prompt to leave behind that Crimson had such a big man sausage that it caused my gash to seep splooge all up into my unshaved pubic hair after I groundpounded my into my mattress. The couch was squeaking for precious life as my laid back and allowed me to take utter manage of his pulsing tower of a cock. There was so much friction from my figure hair polishing up against his that only added to the other fluid flowing underneath my waist. I’m fairly certain some of the jizm that leisurely dripped out of my newly fucked slot transferred over to his unshaved pubic hair at that point. And I truly enjoyed that my and I matched a lil in that way. Despite the fact that my dreams may have only been about and not Red, didn’t switch the fact that we were ultimately bonding in a way that would bring us closer. Or maybe we have become more than just what we once were? Either way, I’d be facing this fresh reality perceiving closer to my than ever before.
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