Here’s a post from a guest blogger who wishes to remain anonymous:
Allie, thank you for writing about OBE sex. For too many years I have thought I was crazy with the outlandish acts that were happening to me. Because of you I know I’m still sane, even though others would like to see me committed. You can post this on your blog, but only if you leave my name out.
Here’s what happens to me when I sleep…I can feel her touch me. Her long fingers and sculpted nails lightly touch the inside of my bare thigh. Her touch sends chills through my body and makes me so hard I throb. Up and down her nails lightly etch into my skin and with every touch all I want to do is to grab her head and put her mouth over my cock. But I restrain myself. I know that she wants me to lose control and I won’t give her that satisfaction, so I white knuckle the bed sheets instead.
Suddenly her fingers stop. Nothing is going on…until a finger nail scrapes at the skin between my ass and my cock. I know I’m in a dream and that I could take control of the situation, but I tried that once and she left, not to come back for months. Her mouth is over my cock. Up and down her head bobs, she stop and traces her tongue up my shaft and under the ridge, then back down again to flick some tongue action on my balls.
Her mouth is back on my cock, moving up and down, up and down. My breathing is erratic, I can feel the room spin and a surge of energy move up my spine. I know it’s not long till I cum. She stops. I sweat. She looks down at me and smiles. Her wet pussy takes in my cock and rides me for all it’s worth – until she sucks out the last bit of life.
I wake up. I don’t have to look, I know my bed’s wet. Luckily my wife sleeps right through it. I have no idea who this woman is who visits me, but what I do know is that I don’t want her to stop.
If you too would like to me to post an OBE sex experience that you have had – I will do so and not breathe a word of your identity. Just send it to me at gypsyadvice
Have a great Memorial Day weekend!