(Thanks BlueStarGrrrl for your editing assistance with this story)
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I am sitting working on one of my paintings and, in my head; suddenly you are there, wearing a muted silk gown, carrying two cups of coffee, ever-thoughtful.
Approaching me from behind, you lean forward to glimpse what I am working on and as I sit back, I feel you pressing up against me; a dream so vivid that I am aware of the smell of you and the feel of your humid breath against my neck.
Reaching up, my hands close gently around your neck and I pull you closer, twisting my head to kiss you, your mouth warm and soft beneath mine. Your tongue presses against my lips and I open them drawing your tongue into my mouth, sucking at it as my tongue teases yours.
The gown is loose and it half falls from your shoulders revealing your breasts. I can't resist reaching over to touch one and feel the smoothness of you; I then stroke the nipple, dark and swollen. My hand closes round your breast, fondling it, kneading it, perfect. Your arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as we continue to kiss. I can feel your body through the thin material of the gown, aware of the warmth of your buttocks against my thighs.
You break away from this kiss and then offer your breast to me, pulling my head down to take the nipple in my mouth. Tasting your flesh, warm, and the puckered nipple in my mouth causes my cock to harden instantly within my pants. Pressing against you, as you move your buttocks on my lap, teasingly aware of the rising desire within me.