Dream Log
Okay, this one was a bit strange. When I say a bit, I mean a lot. Snape had me against one of the book shelves in the library, and Gods did it feel good. My eyes were closed, in the dream, and when I opened them, Snape's hair was blue. His hair was Ravenclaw blue. That was an almost normal part. He paused in rubbing against me the way he was, and suddenly I'm bent over a table somewhere, with Blue-boy behind me. I look up, and there's a Gryffindor studying. The weird part of this isn't that fact that a Gryffindor is studying, its the fact that it's Black. Black, studying, in the library, while a blue haired Snape is fingering me. What thought runs through my mind at this point of the dream? 'I wonder if I can read what he's writting.'
As I start moaning from Snape's wonderful fingers, contemplating on whether Black's hand writting is legible in any direction, he hushes me. I'm getting fingered by Snape, bent over the table he's at, and Black hushes me for moaning to loud. Then Evans comes in, with Potter on a leash. I'm sorry, I didn't describe that well enough. Evans strutted in, fully clothed, with Potter crawling on the ground, nude, being lead around by a leash. She walked over to Snape, and calmy told him that Ravenclaw blue was not the most flattering color for his skin tone, as he slowly removes his fingers. I whimper, seeing as I liked the feeling of having them where they were, but hoping that he'll be filling me with something more. He does not dissappoint. He has me filled with Potter's tounge, while he slowly and carefully explained how the Ravenclaw blue enhanced his paleness, and that was the look he was going for. Evans was trying to tell him that he had looked better with the black hair. She looked down, and yanked on Potters leash. "What did I tell you about that? You do not do that with anyone other than Gryffindors."
Seeing that I was once again 'open', I guess the term would have to be, Snape rammed into me. No warning, no nothing. One minute I'm trying to catch my breath, the next I'm choking on a scream. Snape is muttering something in my ear, but I don't remember what he said. His hair was tickling my neck as he pounded into me, and I turned my head to the side to get away from it. That's when I see Evans and Potter, slowly disolving into little bubbles. Snape hit something deep inside of me, and I moaned. Black hushed me again, I had completely forgotten that he was there. There was a loud 'pop', and I knew that if I looked over to where Evans and Potter had been, there would be nothing. I looked over, and I see Black staring at me, as if seeing me for the first time. He jumped up out of his seat, his pants were open and he was poking out, hard and sightly shiney looking, as if wet. Then Lupin crawls out from under the desk, and just as he stands up, Snape comes inside of me. In my dream, he grunted when he came. Grunted!
Then I woke up. Can you belive that. He was done, and the dream ended. I can't believe that I was left out like that, I never came! Snape can be so inconsiderate sometimes.
Love,
C. L. F.
As I start moaning from Snape's wonderful fingers, contemplating on whether Black's hand writting is legible in any direction, he hushes me. I'm getting fingered by Snape, bent over the table he's at, and Black hushes me for moaning to loud. Then Evans comes in, with Potter on a leash. I'm sorry, I didn't describe that well enough. Evans strutted in, fully clothed, with Potter crawling on the ground, nude, being lead around by a leash. She walked over to Snape, and calmy told him that Ravenclaw blue was not the most flattering color for his skin tone, as he slowly removes his fingers. I whimper, seeing as I liked the feeling of having them where they were, but hoping that he'll be filling me with something more. He does not dissappoint. He has me filled with Potter's tounge, while he slowly and carefully explained how the Ravenclaw blue enhanced his paleness, and that was the look he was going for. Evans was trying to tell him that he had looked better with the black hair. She looked down, and yanked on Potters leash. "What did I tell you about that? You do not do that with anyone other than Gryffindors."
Seeing that I was once again 'open', I guess the term would have to be, Snape rammed into me. No warning, no nothing. One minute I'm trying to catch my breath, the next I'm choking on a scream. Snape is muttering something in my ear, but I don't remember what he said. His hair was tickling my neck as he pounded into me, and I turned my head to the side to get away from it. That's when I see Evans and Potter, slowly disolving into little bubbles. Snape hit something deep inside of me, and I moaned. Black hushed me again, I had completely forgotten that he was there. There was a loud 'pop', and I knew that if I looked over to where Evans and Potter had been, there would be nothing. I looked over, and I see Black staring at me, as if seeing me for the first time. He jumped up out of his seat, his pants were open and he was poking out, hard and sightly shiney looking, as if wet. Then Lupin crawls out from under the desk, and just as he stands up, Snape comes inside of me. In my dream, he grunted when he came. Grunted!
Then I woke up. Can you belive that. He was done, and the dream ended. I can't believe that I was left out like that, I never came! Snape can be so inconsiderate sometimes.
Love,
C. L. F.