Blackberry Dreams

I awakened a short time ago very hot and turned on. It was a dream about hands, tongues, eyes and you in my head.

I am in my herb garden feeling the plants tickling my legs as I walk among and through them -- crushing some leaves in passing. The scent of the rosemary, savory and lemon thyme is thick and cloying. The air is still and heavy with humidity. I am drawn to the lower part of the back yard. In my dream there is a stand of trees and undergrowth that is left wild for the birds, rabbits and squirrels.

At this hot time of the year the wild area can be in deep shade and some parts are totally hidden. It’s almost like a little cave in my dream. Thinking I hear someone call my name I turn and a figure is before me. All I can clearly see are his eyes and hands. There is no fear because somehow I know him, so I smile and walk forward. It is you.

Who arranged this? How did this happen? Suddenly, I am next to you in your arms. Your fragrance is as mine, only stronger, as if you had slept in the herb garden – all piney and sweet.

You take my hand and tell me you want to show me something. We walk into a glade I don’t know is there and it is full of blackberry brambles sagging with ripe dark purple fruit each as large as a thumb. You reach and pick a handful and began feeding me.

Each bite you put in my mouth you squeeze a little harder so that juice begins to escape from my lips, sliding down my neck and chin. The berries are warm from the sun and incredibly sweet. Wanting a taste you decide that the juice on me would be better than the berries in your hand.

You come to me and begin licking my lips, face, and chin and down my neck. Then, as I tilt my head back, you take more berries and squeeze the liquid into the hollow of my throat. The dark glimmering pool is still warm and as you suck it into your lips you breathe more heat onto my skin. The blackberry juice becomes liquid fire and sluices down my breasts and belly curving around my pussy and between my legs.

You pull me towards you into the sun-freckled shade. We fall on our knees facing each other in the torpid heat of the day. Our hands are full of berries and we slather them over our bodies and taste the sweet, black-purple pulp with the salt of each other’s skin. Then, from nowhere, a hundred tongues and twice as many hands appear, stroking and licking me. I can no longer touch you. I am frozen by all the sensations smothering my body.

The hands, your hands, push me back to the green scented carpet under us. Tongues are lapping on me everywhere! More pulp, more tongues and your eyes are fixed on mine. You want something from me but I don’t understand what it is. Your hands are in my hair, taking it from blonde red to purple red in a few strokes from the fruit. Your purple lips slash against mine, chewing on me. Hands are all over my body, playing with my nipples, pinching and tweaking them, tickling the inside of my thighs, kneading my ass, rubbing my feet. More pulp is massaged into my feet and legs, tongues licking it off, but leaving the stain behind.

I am dripping with sweat and desire. My pussy is twitching but yet no tongues or hands have touched me there – everywhere but there! Your eyes are smiling at me. I think you have turned me into a female version of Tantalus. I want and want and want…

You begin to feed my mouth again and then suddenly my legs are spread and your hands, without touching me, begin to put berries inside me! I am stunned, almost embarrassed, but don’t want it to stop, so I say nothing. Protest nothing. Now each berry begins to turn into a penis, bowing before entering me.

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