Page 32 of The Secret Club
Wednesday 7pm – 4hrs, MM&MM/FP, DP $5,000
Thursday 4pm – 5hrs, FP/MP&FM, Voyeurism $6,000
Saturday 1pm – 6hrs, MM/FP, BDSM $8,000
Saturday 8pm – 4hrs, MM/FP, Sploshing $4,000
Sunday 5pm – 12hrs, MM/FP, Pet Play $15,000
And the list goes on. Which one shall I apply for next…
THE AMBER JOB BOARD
17
My older sister has just turned 40 and threw one of the best 1920s parties I’ve ever been to. So much so, I don’t actually remember getting home and going to bed. Luckily for me, my parents took my children home with them to have a sleepover so that me and James could continue partying until the early hours of the morning.
I must be in the deepest sleep that alcohol has induced me to be in. You know the one where you pass out and wild horses running past wouldn’t wake you up. A classic tequila coma.
I am however having one of the most realistic dreams I’ve ever experienced. I’m floating on something soft, it’s nice and cosy and warm. I’m naked, I can feel something so soft between my legs. Is that the clouds? No, not clouds, it’s something warm and wet like someone is lapping between my legs. It feels like the most delicious tongue between my thighs. I move my hips upwards in my dream to reach closer to the feeling giving me pleasure. The devilishly naughty tongue works its way in-between my pussy lips to my entrance and then up inside my lips just stopping for a languishing slow lick at my sensitive bud. Again, and again my dream tongue laps and licks at melike I’m the most delicious ice-cream and they are savouring every single taste of me.
My legs are trembling at each tongue stroke that lavishes my clit, wanting more. This dream is without a doubt the most sensual I’ve ever experienced but damn I need more. This is hell chasing an orgasm. I can’t speak or reach out to ask, I’m too deep in slumber. My body is yearning, screaming for more.Please dream tongue, lap at me faster or something more.
My dream gods are listening to my prayers, I can feel something entering me, moving shallow in and out of my centre. That’s what I need, the something more. An intensity is building inside of me, it’s wracking my body full of tension and pressure. The lapping at my pussy moves up so that it’s focused solely on my clit. I don’t think I can take any more, the pleasure is becoming too much, my nerve endings feel like they’re going to combust. But dream orgasm is close, so close I can almost feel it throughout my entire body, building until I cannot take any more and I combust. Nerve endings fire with pleasure rolling over me in beautiful sensual waves of bliss. I’m floating on the cloud even higher than before as the last licks of pleasure stroke my body.
I feel a warm liquid drip out from between my legs as whatever was inside me is removed very gently. This is without a doubt the best dream I have ever experienced. I breathe deeply in my slumber until I feel something much bigger than before nudge my entrance. It’s warm and very slowly edges into my body, each tiny movement makes me consider if I’m dreaming or feeling. Can I feel in a dream? Something is slipping deep inside me; I can feel my body accommodating the intrusion and expanding around it. It doesn’t hurt, quite the opposite, it feels nice, really nice.
As I lay on my cloud, I feel nothing else on or around me except a warm rod inside me that is silently edging closer and closer to my cervix. I feel full but completely relaxed. Is mydream continuing? Just as slowly, I can feel the rod gently pull out of my body. Oh no, I feel empty, I don’t want to feel empty as my core clenches around nothing.
To my relief the rod enters me again, ever so slowly and gently filling me up to the hilt. I like this feeling; I want to keep this feeling like this as I move my hips to keep the intrusion inside me. It works as the rod doesn’t leave my core but moves quicker to reach my centre, a whimper escaping me at the sensation.
I hear someone shushing me from somewhere far far away, maybe I imagined it.
I writhe on my cloud; I don’t know what is happening, but it feels so good I don’t want it to stop. The rod is now moving gently but faster in and out, wracking my body with a desire I don’t know what to do with. What is happening to me? The motion and the fullness is beginning to build something deep in my core, it’s making me breathe a little faster, making me tip my hips to meet each quiet thrust. My centre is throbbing with an ache that is sparking the most amazing dream orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And then it’s here, rushing through my bloodstream and filling my body with the most out-of-body orgasm I’ve experienced. I cry out in a moan that almost wakes me but it’s too delicious on my cloud floating and orgasming, I never want to wake up. The rod continues to thrust through my climax, stretching it out to an intensity that only heaven would experience.
And then the rod stills, deep into the depths of my core. It pulses covering my insides with hot liquid and I hear the lightest of groans. A man’s voice? Or God himself?
I whimper again, what is real and what is dream? I hear a gentle shhh as the rod is slowly removed and a gush of warm liquid flows onto my cloud. Do I need the toilet? Should I force myself to wake up? I’d rather not, it’s warm and cosy in my dream, where only good feelings happen. I’ll go to the toilet inthe morning. I feel heavy in sleep and floaty in body—now is not the time to wake up. I roll onto my side and feel covers pulled up over me. Did I do that?
When I wake up in the morning, my mouth is dry, my eyes are bleary and my head doesn’t feel like lifting off the pillow. What a party. I focus my foggy brain and see two baby blue eyes staring at me and a mop of blond hair.
“Morning, dancing queen,” comes the husky voice of my husband James. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling like I danced and drank the night away, that’s for sure,” I croak as I pull my forearm across my eyes now remembering just how much I had to drink last night.
Then the questions barge into my brain one after the other.How much did I have to drink? Why did I hit the tequilas? Thank goodness I wasn’t sick. Or was I sick? When did we leave? How did we get home? When did we get to bed? Did I even have any water last night? But oh-so much fun. Hopefully I’m not the only one who feels like this…
I look at James a little closer, he doesn’t look half as bad as I feel. “How are you doing right now?”
“I’m feeling ok, I had a near miss with the shots and managed to avoid them, unlike someone else I know…”
I cringe. “Oh god, who gave me the shots? Ineverdo shots.”
“That would be your brother-in-law. If it makes you feel any better, you were in good company with your sister and all her friends. I stuck to beers all night which I think was a good thing so I could order us an Uber home.”
“Thank goodness. Clearly I wasn’t getting us home.”
“And you weren't sick in the Uber so I take that as a win.” James laughs good naturedly. I always spew in the taxi home if I’ve had one too many—which doesn’t happen hardly ever at all now I have my own kids, but I certainly let my hair down last night.
