Little Spoon

*Author's Note: This story being shared is an actual dream, not a mockery of Transgendered individuals. Please note that his dream is filled with subconscious desires and is no way being used as a form of disrespect to those who are Transgendered.

Thank you,

JR

I dreamt of you last night.

I dreamt that we went to bed as we always did when we had the house to ourselves, tired and naked. I am tucked under our clean sheets, breasts exposed, and reading 30mins past the time you fell asleep. Shutting the light off I rolled over to your side of the bed, you getting to be little spoon for a change. You curled into me and let out a slight sigh of contentment. At the feel of your smooth back pressed against my chest and soft cheeks perfectly fitted in the crook of my thighs and stomach, pressed against the curls of my vagina I became aroused. I rocked my hips in slight sparse patterns as not to wake or frighten you. To my surprise, you pushed back against me and lowered my hand from your barreled chest down to your penis and guiding my hand in a stroking motion. So, I did. Your moans became less contentment and more for pleasure, I rocked my hips at a steadier pace. You didn't stop me, but you stilled, so I did too. You guided my hand again to continue stroking you and pushed against me rocking your soft ass up against me. Granting me the permission I so desired, so I continued to move with you.

My vagina began to sweat and swell with desire as I moved with you. I felt as though I would cum even though you hadn't touched me. The feeling was so tight and overwhelming between my thighs I began to keen in tandem with your subtle moans. I pulled back slightly to look between us at the swelling I felt only to see that the pulsating feeling was an erect penis unfurling from between my legs and pushing up against you. Precum glistening at the very tip. I stopped stoking you, laid on my back, and began stroking myself unbelieving istanbul escort of what I could and was doing.

At the sudden loss of sensation, you looked over your shoulder and also took notice of my erect penis. You studied me a moment before rolling over and taking one of my taut nipples into your mouth and suckling. Flicking your tongue back and forth across the sensitive skin, I grabbed at your hand and slid it down to my erection. You stopped suckling, looking me in the eyes as you began stroking my achingly stiff penis, and my back arched in reaction to the stimulation. It felt different, a constant pumping and thrusting ripple of yearning instead of the inward radiating pressure I was used to. This seemed more intense. I kissed your mouth and you swallowed my whine before releasing your grip on me and turning back over. My heart all but quit beating and I had assumed it was too much for you and you were wanting to go back to sleep and awake to the return of my vagina.

I began to move closer to you so that we could spoon again and return to sleep but you place a hand on one of your cheeks and spread yourself to me. I could see your rim flexing in and out from anxiety. I froze, unsure of what to do.

"Please," you looked over your shoulder. My eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, you gave a slight nod before facing the wall again.

I scooted closer to you, using a mixture of saliva and precum, I coated your anus with the slick mixture that had glazed my fingers. I pressed my breasts against your back, my hips arched out and the swollen head of my penis poised at your entrance.

"I've never done this before," you whispered nervously.

"Neither have I, stroke yourself," I gently suggested, and you did.

I kissed down your back for reassurance as I slowly pushed my way in. It was just as you once described to me, a warm-slick sleeve. A lightning bolt of ecstasy escort bayan surged through me upon entry. You let out a whimper and from personal experience, I knew it hurt. So, I waited inside you until I was granted permission to continue.

"Alright," you whispered again, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

"Are you sure?" concern thick in my voice.

"I'm still hard," you assured me.

Wrapping an arm around you, I slowly began to thrust. I had never felt so close to you in all the time we'd been together.

"Wait," you stopped me.

"Am I hurting you?" I was concerned yet again.

"No," you answered, "I want to see your face."

So, I pulled out and you rolled onto your back and lifted your legs. You were right, you were still hard, very hard. I tucked a few pillows under your lower back and then leaned down to get a closer look at you.

"What are you doing?" even in the dark I could hear you blushing. In response I pushed your cheeks apart and stuck my tongue inside you, probing and exploring. I could taste myself on and in you, it made my erection jump with self-satisfying pleasure. You let out a low growl.

"Are you ready?" I got back up on my knees and you nodded.

I stroked myself a few times and then gently thrust back inside you. This time you didn't whimper, you let out a throaty sound and reached for my breasts, rolling my nipples between index finger and thumb. I leaned my head back and I thrust in and out of you, carefully but with enough force to satisfy us both.

You were soft and clenched around me as I backed in and out of you, your eyes never leaving mine. I watched you as you let your body absorb the shock waves of intense emotion and vulnerability, relinquishing control, and submitting to the feeling of both pleasure and partial confusion.

I ran my hands down the insides of your thighs caressing the soft skin before sliding Bostancı escort my hands down and around your hips to anchor myself. You released your hold on my bouncing breasts just long enough to reach down and spread your cheeks further allowing me to thrust deeper into you. I bit my bottom and took what you offered to me. Your nostrils flared and I leaned forward to kiss you, your hands finding their way back to my chest. You met me thrust for thrust and our tongues dances and a waltz with one another. I could feel your heart pounding, penis throbbing, chest heaving, and lungs panting between us. The ions in the air seemed to rearrange themselves as I leaned back on my haunches and used longer strokes as I tried to take in more air. Both of us struggling to breathe yet not concerned.

Your grip tightened around my breasts and you spoke between clenched teeth, "I think I have to cum."

Unsure if you were asking me, I answered, "Cum."

And as if that were what you needed to hear your erect penis bucked wildly and let out a small eruption of glittering ecstasy that precipitated onto your stomach. At the sight of your orgasm, my abdomen tightened, and I could feel my erection pulsing inside you. I could hardly move as colors burst from behind my eyes, you pulled my thighs to you and tighten around me. It was strange, intense, and yet oddly arousing that for once I was filling you instead of the other way around. My seed spilled inside you, hot and in spasms. I waited until I felt emptied and spent before pulling out. You clenched around me and I shivered at the overstimulation.

After using an old t-shirt to wipe off your stomach you pulled me to you pressing your dry lips to mine, pulling all of the remaining breath out of my lungs.

"I love you," you whispered to me.

"I love you too," sleep began to overtake me as my eyelids fluttered shut and my flaccid penis began to curl back into itself, revealing my vagina.

When I awoke, I ran a hand between my legs to feel my vagina slick with wanting and you sound asleep at my side. I smiled at the remains of that dream pooling between my thighs before rolling over to spoon with you. I big spoon and you, little spoon.