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By Jon Bohor, who is a dreamer, and a writer too.

She is tall and athletic, with short blonde hair tipped with a silver tint. She is a figure skater. You can tell by the muscles that ripple through her beautiful legs as she walks. She has a sweet girlish face. Her eyes are bright; they dart around the room playfully. She wears a touch of eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick. She licks her lips and they stay wet.
He thinks of her pussy lips wet, with the hair around them trimmed short and neat like the hair on her head. He thinks how nice she looks in her sequined skaters costume, so tight fitting.
She puts a hand to her mouth and bites at her fingernail. The hand is strong, with long fingers, but the skin on it is so smooth. He thinks of her hands stroking his chest, playing with his hard cock, her smooth fingers stroking its smooth skin. He wants to push his cock into her wet pussy, rub it against that place deep inside her. He wants her to be sensitive there, so he can please her that way.

*My Dream*
He takes off her skaters costume first. All her skin is smooth and firm and lustrous, healthy. Her pussy lips are glistening, naked with the hair around them trimmed (just as I knew they would be.) While he undresses, she just sits on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply, watching him. She wants to be passive with him. Her beautiful bright eyes flicking over his body make him hard. As he walks toward her she gazes at his stiff cock.
He kneels between her perfect legs and they kiss deeply, her breasts and tight tummy pressed against him. He reaches between her legs and finds her mound and touches it. It's the first time he's touched her there and she says "ohh".
He kisses her neck. She rubs her smooth hands on his smooth chest. She's very wet now. He pushes her back onto the bed and spreads her outer lips and licks her, sweet and sour and feminine. He spreads her inner opening, slippery and smooth. He teases and strokes her clitoris with his tongue, she is squirming, she puts her hands to his head but he breaks away and reaches around her legs and holds her wrists, and then plunges into her with just his tongue. She struggles against him as he teases her, twists her wrists around in his hands. She moans and then holds her breath and then comes, struggling all the way through it.
She rests -- still breathing hard, her toned muscles working. He watches her. He thinks of her on the ice, competing. The spectators can see her bare legs and arms, but none of them have seen her naked breasts, or her beautiful pussy. He thinks of her figure skating, as she spins into the air, of her walking down a busy street barefoot and naked -- his cock glows with heat, hard against her thigh -- and he knows she could do that with the same dignity and the same Eros that she does fully clothed.
She sits up, her eyes still bright and sparkling, and he stands between her legs. She takes the head of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it gently, gently, rubbing her tongue on the underside. Pleasure swirls up through him from her tongue. He feels her teasing the first drops out along the underside. He strokes her hair, feeling the shiny places where the frost is. Sometimes her eyes are closed, sometimes looking up at him. She sucks deeper, her eyelids fluttering, her lips leaving little lipstick marks on the smooth skin of his cock. He feels his cock gripped as if by velvet.
They pull away from each other and she opens the condom and rolls it onto him, brushing against his balls looking up into his eyes. They both know how she wants him.
He puts the pillows across the middle of the bed and she lies on them face down, her bottom thrust up, so passive for him. She parts her perfect legs and he can see her pussy, shiny and wet again. He mounts her, poised over her on his hands and knees, and probes for the place with his cock. It takes a long time to find it, but he wants it that way and when he finds it he pushes inside. She is warm and slippery and tight inside. He pushes in as far as he can -- to feel it down the length of his cock.
They move and push and find their rhythm. Her muscles grip him in spasms as her athletic body rocks toward him. His elbows tremble with every burst of pleasure. She thrusts her firm bottom against his belly, massaging him there. She rubs her breasts with her hands, her cheek against the mattress, and then props herself on her elbows so that as they rock, her breasts brush against the sheets. She just wants him to fuck her and fuck her until she comes.
Her hands are clawing at the sheets and she gathers up a handful in each hand, and she holds her breath but this time exhales it all in a wrenching cry, trembling all over. She comes for a long time, gasping, squirming as he thrusts into her. The muscles of her pussy twitching around his cock send him -- and he thrusts hard against her, as deep as he can -- where he comes, feeling his cock pump inside her, his elbows suddenly shaking wildly, unable to support him. He lets himself down on her and feels her smooth warm skin against him, and they strain against each other for the last of the orgasm.

He looks at her across the room as she reads. She has a long firm body and a sweet face with hints of make-up. Her eyes flick up to meet his; and, seated as they are, fully clothed as they are, not moving any muscle, he gets hard; and he knows she is getting wet.