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A Chocolate & Vanilla Dream
My Reality
My Dream
I’m a patient confined to my hospital bed with an apparent knee injury. My Chocolate Queen, Amber, is in a white nurse’s uniform outlined in black.
My Vanilla Queen, Courtney, is in a black nurse’s uniform outlined in white. Each holding a cone of soft serve ice cream.
Amber holding a vanilla cone. Courtney, a chocolate one.
“Here baby, taste my ice cream,” Amber says.
I lick her cone. It’s orgasmic to my senses.
“Here honey, taste my ice cream,” Courtney says.
I lick her cone, sending chills all over my body.
“Which kind of ice cream do you love most, vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate or vanilla?” They asked.
“I can’t choose. I love both equally.”
Tears falling from my eyes, I sob uncontrollably.
“I realize I don’t deserve either of you, precious angels. But I love both of you with every fiber of my being.”
“Baby, don’t cry,” my angels say.
