I was laying on my back, in my bed, looking down the hallway.  There she was.  She was a tall and skinny half black/half white sex godess with that librarian look.  She slinked closer and closer towards me, her white buttoned down shirt gliding over her black panties and bra.  The whole time she was looking at me like a tiger about to pounce, well she did.  She hovered over my face and stared at me with an intensity of a 1,000 suns. 

She bent down and gave me a rough kiss, and as she exited bit my lip that made me feel like an extrusive lava ready to flow out.

I flipped her onto her back, and did not unlock the gaze I had on her as I took off the little clothing she had on.  I penetrated her as she showed a slight response to it, she was a taker, she could take it.  I could be extreme until dawn and she would not let me know it.  We started the workout.  Back and forth, forth and back.

Finally she was ready to errupt like Mt. St Helens.  She was on top of me, letting me know that she was the Queen.  She cam and dug her fingernails into my chest.  I exploded shortly after that.  As we were lying there, me catching my breath, she asked me why I hated her so much.  I was startled, I didnt hate her.  I just thought she needed to relax a little bit more, and I told her that.

I then woke up, I had just had sex with a friends ex girlfriend.  It was really really weird.  The chantix I have been taking for the last week has helped me curb my addiction to cigs...but has given me dreams.  Trade off I guess for a healthy lifestyle.