My dream that night was charged with sexual longing. In this dream, Richie appeared in the place where I first met him. There was no sight of the market women bidding wares, the only sound was that of the rustling wind. The place seemed darker , I was stark naked , I wore nothing at all and he was stripped to his waist. The dream version of Richie smiled up at me, inviting, luring me to him.

I stepped closer and placed my hands on his chest. My breasts brushed his hand and he quietly placed his hands on my bare back and covered my lips. It wasn't a hungry kiss, it was mild, easy , sweet , comforting and yet longing. I reached out to his pants and in a wagged moment dropped them to the floor. Then it happened.

He swept me off my feet and laid me on the ground. His fingers rested on my breasts as he began to handle them. By this time, I was completely wet and my whole body was on fire. I couldn't concentrate with what he was doing to my body. His fingers were moving faster, he left them and came down to my clitoris.

He began to suckle it. I felt the wet heat of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue...



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