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You | You feel as though you are falling through a void. You are naked and in an empty endless abyss. You can feel your body being supported by invisible tendrils. You are not sure how, but somehow even though these writhing tenticle-like protuberances seem to be coming out from every direction to hold your body, you still feel like you are falling. | ||
The thrashing tendrils, like those of a sea-anenomy, begin to touch you all over your body, entering into every orifice. In particular you notice how they seem to focus on your pussy, they feel SOOO good in your 34 year old cunt. The amazing feelings they are giving you is about the only thing keeping you sane in this strange world where you feel you have no control over anything, at least you can focus on that one very pleasurable sensation. | |||
You begin to thrash around due to your experiences. Suddenly, you realize you are not fighting with alien tentacles, but with the blankets of your own bed. Your entire body feels heavy, you ache all over. You feel cold and wet, your sheets are completely soaked with a cold sweat that seems to sap the heat from your naked body. You feel as though your mind is in a fog. You feel that something happened the day before, but you cannot clearly remember anything from last night. All you remember is being so incredibly sexually satisfied like never before in your life. Even when you had your husband alive giving you wonderful sex in your raging teen-age years, you somehow get the strange sensation that this was even better than anything Blake could have ever made you feel. But for some reason, all you remember is that the sex took place, you cannot for the life of you remember who it was with or what they did to make you feel so wonderful, all you can remember is that it happened and all you know is that your pussy is aching for more. | |||
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*[[2T4U/Ellen/Morning/Try and get your bearings about what is going on right now|Try and get your bearings about what is going on right now]] | |||
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Latest revision as of 07:14, 30 December 2015
You feel as though you are falling through a void. You are naked and in an empty endless abyss. You can feel your body being supported by invisible tendrils. You are not sure how, but somehow even though these writhing tenticle-like protuberances seem to be coming out from every direction to hold your body, you still feel like you are falling.
The thrashing tendrils, like those of a sea-anenomy, begin to touch you all over your body, entering into every orifice. In particular you notice how they seem to focus on your pussy, they feel SOOO good in your 34 year old cunt. The amazing feelings they are giving you is about the only thing keeping you sane in this strange world where you feel you have no control over anything, at least you can focus on that one very pleasurable sensation.
You begin to thrash around due to your experiences. Suddenly, you realize you are not fighting with alien tentacles, but with the blankets of your own bed. Your entire body feels heavy, you ache all over. You feel cold and wet, your sheets are completely soaked with a cold sweat that seems to sap the heat from your naked body. You feel as though your mind is in a fog. You feel that something happened the day before, but you cannot clearly remember anything from last night. All you remember is being so incredibly sexually satisfied like never before in your life. Even when you had your husband alive giving you wonderful sex in your raging teen-age years, you somehow get the strange sensation that this was even better than anything Blake could have ever made you feel. But for some reason, all you remember is that the sex took place, you cannot for the life of you remember who it was with or what they did to make you feel so wonderful, all you can remember is that it happened and all you know is that your pussy is aching for more.