Author's Note: This was based off a sex dream I had the other night.
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I'm your typical 27 year old woman who has those crazy sex dreams. Everyone has those erotic dreams. I've had a few but none compare to the one I had about an angel. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years. He was cheating me for 3 months and I found out in the worst way: in the act. I wasn't as broken up about it as I probably should have been.
The truth is that the spark of passion had been missing in our relationship for some time. We were at that point where we were more like roommates instead of lovers. I hadn't felt sexual in 6 months. I didn't know what it was.
I drowned my sorrows in cookie dough ice-cream and watched "Supernatural". I'm not a girl who likes Rom-Coms. Always thought they were shallow and stereotypical. You could predict every ending. Where's the fun in that?
I was wearing my Victoria Secret night shirt, hugging my favorite pillow watching Dean beheading some monster when I must have fallen asleep. What happened next still gets my panties a little damp just thinking about...
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I woke up tied to the bed post. My hands and wrists were bound by some golden rope though my legs were free. I was wearing nothing but my underwear and black stockings. I was still in my bedroom but the windows on the terrace were wide open, the night air blowing into the room and the moon light streaming through. The cool autumn breeze made my nipples pucker.
I was confused. This must be a dream but it doesn't feel like that entirely. Then I heard the flapping of wings from outside. A night owl taking it's midnight flight I thought but then a shadow cast in the moonlight, a large shadow.
Out on the terrace I saw the figure of a man with wings. An angel? But he wasn't like the angels I grew up with. Nothing like those Precious Moments figurines my Catholic Aunt likes to collect. He seemed more formidable, dangerous even. What did the Bible say? Angels were instruments of God's Wrath? Delivering divine salvation or retribution?
This angel was of a strong build. The angel's skin was flawless, hairless, exquisite in its perfection. He regarded me with me with rich gold eyes that made me catch my breath with their intensity. He had big black wings making him look even more intimidating. I was petrified as he approached me. I marveled as I watched his wings retracted into his body.
The corner of the angel's mouth curved upward slightly as he peered down at me. I struggled against the golden ropes that bound me but the angel only chuckled, bemused by my terror.
He touched me. His hand was like a brand on my skin as he stroked my arm then walked down, dragging his hot hand along my body, surveying the landscape of my fair skin leaving a trail of heat blooming in his wake.
I was stunned when I realized where he was headed. The angel smiled as he parted my legs. I didn't protest. My voice had died in my throat or I just lost my voice. I didn't struggle anymore either. The angel locked eyes with me as he slowly rubbed my pussy. The heat of his palm felt so good it were as if he was pouring heat into me.
I sighed as I felt his lips imprinting on my thigh. I could feel myself getting moist with excitement. The angel teased me a while longer getting me wetter and hotter. His tongue traced along my inner thigh avoiding the one place I wanted his mouth to go.
I finally found my voice but it came out in whimpers. I bucked my hips signaling for the angel to satisfy me. His golden eyes glittered with mischief as he took hold of the elastic of my now soaked panties and slowly pulled them off.
The angel's muscles gleamed in the moonlight like the dream this all was. Finally he settled himself between my thighs, inhaling the musk of my arousal as if it were some flower in a bouquet. Once his tongue touched my folds I was lost. My muscles tingled as hot sensations pulsed through me, making my limbs feel like water.
The angel took his time kissing my pussy softly, sensuous as if he was kissing my mouth. His tongue parted my folds and began massaging my inner labia. My clit throbbed as I felt his nose rub against it. I was in heaven when he kissed it. I groaned and bucked my hips, fucking his face as he buried it in my forbidden paradise. I could feel myself approaching my orgasm as he gently switched from sucking to licking my pink pearl of pleasure.
The ropes were digging into my skin as I writhed in rapture. I squeezed the angel's head between my thighs as my orgasm rippled through my body like an earthquake. My mouth formed an "O" as the sensation surged though me.
Just when I thought he was done, the angel gently lapped at my folds, licking me clean. I watched as my love nectar dripped from his cleft chin. He smiled wickedly at me and I still couldn't find the words to speak. He gently massaged my pussy while nuzzling against my thigh, planting sensuous kisses through the nylon that made me dizzy.
What I love best about being a woman is our ability to have multiple orgasms. I was still a wreck from the first orgasm but the angel wasn't done with me. His fingers stroked me, sending me into shivers of ecstasy again. I bit my bottom lip I was so turned on.