Right now I’m sitting at Starbucks under a dark sky. That’s just the introductory line. Where I am right now doesn’t matter, but so you know, I have a grande Mocha, and Jeff Martin’s Exile and the Kingdom playing via headphones. So I’ve got pen and paper to write a fantasy, but the more I think about it, the harder it seems to write. So I’m not going to make anything up, I’m going to tell you what keeps me awake at
.night
Before I go on, let me say this is fantasy; I can have what I want. I can choose from different futures, play them out. Mostly, this is all assuming we live together. So you’ll
.please forgive me for jumping ahead
;So at night I can lie awake for some time before falling asleep. I think of many things
.of problems, solutions, desires… this starts with the thought of sharing a bed
I’m asleep that night; I might be working the next day. It would be 3 AM and you have just had your bath, and when you come in you try not to wake me, but as you undress, I stir, and as you climb under the covers I know you’ve come to bed. I imagine you sleep in men’s black satin boxers. I sleep naked. You pull the covers up and you shiver a little. I pull you closer to me and my warmth, closer to my bare chest and press myself against you. Your skin is fresh and firm from the hot bath, cool and smooth under my hand. I’ve run my hand up between your soft breasts and my arm holds you, and you’ve
.taken my hand. I rest my head against you
?Is your hair slightly damp, or do you dry it
The warmth under the covers slowly increases and your body begins to relax. You begin to breathe easy. I move my legs so my thighs press beneath your own, I feel the soft satin. I am more awake now, but I am peaceful, you’re in my arms. There isn’t anything
.else in the world but this moment and its sensation
?And what do I feel
I hear the soft rain outside and I hear you breathing. I feel your chest rise and fall. The heat building in my hand, snug in your bosom, the hand you’re holding. My head is tucked into your neck, your cool hair on my face, perfumed. I exhale, hot breath, it travels and spreads over your neck, down your back, further; I think you must feel that
.too
My lips are already pressed to your shoulders, and grateful for this moment, I kiss, softly. You respond with the cutest little sigh, and squeeze my hand that you hold to
.your chest, and you interlock our fingers
Do I kiss you again? Do I gently squeeze your fingers? Do I grow hard against your satin
?boxers
?Or does the warmth and peace take us both to sleep
This is what I imagine at 5 in the morning. It’s just in my mind, but it can feel real, so long as I don’t stop, so long as I don’t feel the cold just a foot away. This is possible. Do you think like this? Do you think about arguments too? What great fights we could have. I do, and how I would I say I’m sorry, how I would make it better. But now, at 5 in the
.morning, thinking of you pressed against me, I’ve grown hard
For me, that night, you turn to face me, and trying to keep out the cold air you move
.slowly; you move in so close your nose touches mine, our lips touch
Sometimes I think of how I would feel if I let you down, made you mad, and you were not talking to me. How would I approach you, how would I get you to tell me what was
.wrong. What kind of pain we could inflict
But in this dream, I want you to kiss me, so so gently; so sweetly; a sweet moment. You do. The perfect moments of togetherness that make everything else worthwhile, make
.all other complaints trivial
In this waking dream I run the tips of my fingers up your back, I hold your neck, soft shaved hair tickles my finger tips. I love the feel of your muscles under the skin. I run my fingers through your hair, or along the line of your jaw up around your ear. I hold you
,firmly, and we kiss harder. We both exhale. You dig into my back, not so hard it hurts
.but passionately, you pull our bodies closer together
.Maybe the rain starts to fall harder
The hot air escapes the covers, and with it the trance scent of your excitement. It would
.drive me wild
Its morning in reality, the morning light is growing, but I have given into the fantasy, and
.I massage myself under the covers
In the future, in the fantasy, I can almost sense every detail, from the intoxicating scent of your body, feeling the sliding flesh, breathing you in, taking my time in this ever
.escalating dream
,In reality, the covers get in my way, so I take them down below my hips. It is freezing
.but I don’t care
The future, the fantasy, it flips back and forth, focusing on you breathing and sounds that you make; then to between your legs, hot and wet; the feel of pubic hair; Kissing
.your inner thigh; lost in your lips; teeth biting; deep kissing; deep inside you
I’m pinning your hand to the bed above your head, the other I have beneath you clasping
.your shoulder, forcefully, almost violently. We are lost in the moment, overcome
Back in reality I am nearly there. I want to come but I don’t want it to end. So I slow
.down. I shouldn’t, I have to get up for work, but I slow down
You’re on top of me now with the covers halfway up your back. You’re leaning down low over me, your forehead resting on mine, you are moving back and forth. I’m flipping between sensations; looking into your eyes, or our eyes close and our lips pressed together, you might bite my lip. It’s hot inside you. You are so wet I am gliding. I can tell you are close. You take sharp breaths, you make desperate little moans. The thought of your coming climax sends waves of pleasure up my body. And in my fantasy we come
,together. Clutching each other in an embrace far too powerful for any other moment
.and we are absolute
.In reality my heart is thundering in my ears
In my mind, we haven’t moved since, but you have placed your hand on my chest, you’re
.feeling my heart pound
Maybe you fall to my side, my arm beneath you, your head on my shoulder, we then pull the covers up. I gently stroke your arm, just lightly touching you. Maybe we talk, or
.maybe just remain silent – peaceful – exhausted
.I know I hold you for a long time. And as the sweat dries we fall asleep
.In reality, I’m calm, thinking of you in my arms
At this moment I'm sitting at Starbucks under a dim sky. That is only the initial line. Where I am at this moment doesn't make a difference, however so you know, I have a grande Mocha, and Jeff Martin's Outcast and the Kingdom playing by means of earphones. So I have pen and paper to compose a dream, however the more I consider it, the harder it appears to compose. So I'm not going to make anything up, I'm going to let you know what keeps me wakeful at
.night
Before I go on, let me say this is dream; I can have what I need. I can browse distinctive fates, play them out. For the most part, this is all accepting we live respectively. So you'll
.if it's not too much trouble excuse me for hopping ahead
So around evening time I can lie conscious for quite a while before nodding off. I consider numerous things; of
.issues, arrangements, fancies… this begins with the considered sharing a bed
I'm snoozing that night; I may work the following day. It would be 3 AM and you have quite recently had your shower, and when you come in you make an effort not to wake me, but rather as you disrobe, I mix, and as you move under the spreads I know you've come to bed. I envision you rest in men's dark glossy silk boxers. I rest stripped. You pull the spreads up and you shudder a bit. I pull you nearer to me and my glow, nearer to my exposed mid-section and squeeze myself against you. Your skin is new and firm from the hot shower, cool and smooth under my hand. I've run my hand up between your delicate bosoms and my arm holds you, and you've
.grasped my hand. I lean my head against you
?Is your hair somewhat sodden, or do you dry it
The glow under the spreads gradually increments and your body starts to unwind. You start to inhale simple. I move my legs so my thighs press underneath your own, I feel the delicate glossy silk. I am more conscious now, yet I am tranquil, you're in my arms. There isn't anything
.else on the planet yet this minute and its sensation
?Furthermore, what do I feel
I hear the delicate downpour outside and I hear you relaxing. I feel your mid-section rise and fall. The warmth working in my grasp, cozy in your chest, the hand you're holding. My head is tucked into your neck, your cool hair all over, perfumed. I breathe out, hot breath, it voyages and spreads over your neck, down your back, further; I think you should feel that
.as well
My lips are as of now squeezed to your shoulders, and appreciative for this minute, I kiss, delicately. You react with the cutest little moan, and press my hand that you hold to
.your mid-section, and you interlock our fingers
Do I kiss you once more? Do I delicately crush your fingers? Do I become hard against your glossy silk
?boxers
?On the other hand does the glow and peace take us both to rest
This is the thing that I envision at 5 in the morning. It's equitable in my brain, however it can feel genuine, insofar as I don't stop, inasmuch as I don't feel the chilly only a foot away. This is conceivable. Do you think this way? Do you consider contentions as well? What extraordinary battles we could have. I do, and how I would I say I'm sad, how I would improve it. Be that as it may, now, at 5 in the
.morning, considering you squeezed against me, I've become hard
For me, that night, you swing to face me, and attempting to keep out the chilly air you move
.gradually; you move in so shut your nose touches mine, our lips touch
Now and then I consider how I would feel on the off chance that I let you down, made you frantic, and you were not conversing with me. How might I approach you, how might I inspire you to let me know what was
.off-base. What sort of torment we could cause
In any case, in this fantasy, I need you to kiss me, so tenderly; so sweetly; a sweet minute. You do. The ideal snippets of harmony that make everything else advantageous, make
.every single other protestation insignificant
In this waking dream I run the tips of my fingers up your back, I hold your neck, delicate shaved hair tickles my fingertips. I cherish the vibe of your muscles under the skin. I run my fingers through your hair, or along the line of your jaw up around your ear. I hold you
,solidly, and we kiss harder. We both breathe out. You dive into my back, not all that hard it harms
.in any case, energetically, you pull our bodies nearer together
.Perhaps the downpour begins to fall harder
The hot air gets away from the spreads, and with it the stupor fragrance of your energy. It would
.drive me wild
Its morning as a general rule, the morning light is developing, yet I have given into the dream, and
.I knead myself under the spreads
Later on, in the dream, I can just about sense everything about, the inebriating aroma of your body, feeling the sliding substance, breathing you in, taking as much time as is needed in this ever
.raising dream
,In actuality, the spreads get in my direction, so I bring them down underneath my hips. It is frigid
.however, I couldn't care less
The future, the dream, it flips forward and backward, concentrating on you breathing and sounds that you make; then to between your legs, hot and wet; the vibe of pubic hair; Kissing
.your internal thigh; lost in your lips; teeth gnawing; profound kissing; profound inside you
I'm sticking your hand to the bed over your head, the other I have underneath you catching
.your shoulder, compellingly, brutally. We are lost at the time, overcome
Back in all actuality I am about there. I need to come however I don't need it to end. So I moderate
.down. I shouldn't, I need to get up for work, yet I back off
You're on top of me now with the spreads most of the way up your back. You're inclining down low over me, your brow laying on mine, you are moving forward and backward. I'm flipping between sensations; investigating your eyes, or our eyes close and our lips squeezed together, you may chomp my lip. It's hot inside you. You are so wet I am skimming. I can let you know are close. You take sharp breaths, you make edgy little groans. The thought about your coming peak sends rushes of joy up my body. Furthermore, in my dream we come
,together. Gripping each other in a grasp excessively effective for whatever other minute
.furthermore, we are outright
.Actually my heart is thundering in my ears
In my psyche, we haven't moved following, yet you have put your hand on my mid-section, you're
.feeling my heart pound
Perhaps you tumble to my side, my arm underneath you, your head on my shoulder, we then force the spreads up. I tenderly stroke your arm, just daintily touching you. Possibly we talk, or
.possibly simply stay noiseless – serene – depleted
.I know I hold you for quite a while. Furthermore, as the sweat dries we nod off
.In actuality, I'm quiet, considering you in my arms
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