The sun was rising as Glenn Quagmire walked his latest conquest to his front door. "Thanks for such a great night, Glenn" she said almost convincingly.
"Anytime Darlene" he responded callously.
"It's Charlene, you jerk!" Those were the last words they shared before she stormed off, and left the Spooner Street residence. Her offence didn't faze Quagmire in the least. After all, it was a typical hook-up for him, and nothing special. He was growing tired of being with the middle-aged divorcees or overweight thirty-somethings. Rarely did any of these encounters result in anything more than a one night stand. His deepest desire was to find a woman who would willingly submit herself to his sexual fantasies. The only women that slept with him did so out of low self-esteem. However none were desperate enough to try anything too out of the box. He knew that finding his perfect woman would not be easy.
Wearing his usual robe that barely reached down far enough to cover his tiger print underwear, Quagmire walked into his yard to retrieve his local Quahog newspaper. On his way back he noticed an envelope taped to his front door. It was addressed to "Mr. Quagmire". He grabbed the envelope off of his door, and continued inside his bachelor pad. After placing the newspaper and envelope on his table, he jumped back into his round bed and wiggled under the covers. Being so tired from a night of boring meaningless sex, he lay in bed thinking about his perfect woman until he dozed off to sleep.
Quagmire awoke several hours later. He was having the most vivid dream about some of the things he wanted to try with his perfect woman. He was disappointed that his dream was interrupted, until he realized that it was already the mid-afternoon. He had always been grateful that his job as a pilot took him to the most exotic places and afforded him the flexibility in hours that allowed him to have a lifestyle where he had regular trysts with women, both domestically and abroad. Given the time, he decided that he'd better get up and moving, before another night of prowling for women.
In the shower he found himself reminiscing about his dream:
He remembered the tongue that teased the tip of his penis, and then his balls, and then back again, running along his shaft. Her soft and gentle hands knew just how to handle him as she prepared to devour his cock. Her warm and welcoming mouth was like a vacuum, the way it was sucking him in. Her soft hair was perfect for gripping as he shoved himself further down her throat, creating the most heavenly sound. She allowed him to place both hands around her neck as he firmly pressed around it. She was already oxygen deprived from his cock in her throat, but the strangulation was pushing both of them over the edge. When he felt like he couldn't make a single additional thrust without releasing his seed into her throat, he paused to pull out. To his delight, she grabbed him around the waist and continued to suck on his cock. She made eye contact, to let him know that she wanted him to release inside of her. He granted her wish, and his legs trembled as his orgasm overtook him. She gulped and gulped, making sure that his entire hot load made its way into her stomach. Before she was done, she made sure to clean his softening cock with her tongue. Finally finished, she lay next to him with a sly smile, knowing that they both were satisfied. Her own satisfaction came from satisfying Quagmire.
Suddenly pulled back into reality, Quagmire found himself ejaculating in his shower stall. His dream looked and felt so real, that he was totally immersed in it. He never even realized that his hand was rubbing his cock, let alone to completion.
After finishing his shower, Quagmire was certain of only one thing. He was done chasing after women that could never fulfill his sexual needs. He was going to find his perfect woman.