Dream Lover
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I'm lying on the couch clutching a large soft pillow, and watching a good movie. The main character is being tortured by deep feelings for a man, whose interest in her is somewhat passive. I know how she feels. I've been trying to get you to notice me for weeks, but your work seems to consume all your time and attention, and although you are polite and somewhat
attentive, there is no spark.
I close my eyes, thinking of you, and suddenly as if summoned by my desires, you appear in the room, and move to join me on the couch. I sit up slowly, and you seat yourself in the warm spot left by my upper body. Your arm reaches out to encompass me, and I lean against you, resting my cheek on your chest, my open hand on your arm. You bend to gently kiss the top of my head brushing your lips against my silky hair. You breathe deeply, taking in the scent of cinnamon that clings to my hair from my baking, earlier. You think to yourself that I smell delicious, and a small sigh escapes from you.
I feel your pulse increase it's beat as I slowly slide my hand up your arm to your shoulder, and let my fingers tickle down your chest, and play around your hardened nipple, rubbing it through your shirt. You stroke my upper arm with your warm palm, and let your fingers graze the side of my breast sending tiny shivers up my spine. Your closeness excites me, makes me long for a more thorough touch.
I shift my weight slightly away from you, and raise my leg until my knee is along your thigh. I push upward, raising my body, and swinging my other leg over until I am straddling your lap, and looking directly into your very surprised eyes. My lips meet yours, gently touching, meshing together lazily at first until there is a familiarity, then with greater and greater urgency. My tongue ventures out to part your lips, and search out the warmth hidden behind them. It finds a soft, moist place, welcoming, with probings of it's own.
I feel a passion building slowly beneath the surface, a flame growing hotter and hotter until I am consumed by it's intense heat, and my head grows dizzy. All thought and reason abandon me as you carefully unbutton my blouse, and your fingers caress the lacey delicacy before you. You long to taste my flesh, and allow your tongue the luxury of tracing along the rise and fall of my ample cleavage.
You breathe in my womanly passion and it fuels your flames higher, hotter. Your hands push against my back, pressing me against your mouth as you sample my pale fragrant flesh. It yields to your gentle manipulations, like a ripe peach, and you quickly move a hand to cup my breast and push up with your fingers, down with your thumb to release me from my garment.
Taking my puckered nipple in your mouth, you suckle gently. Your tongue traces circles around the hard little nub, and flicks across the surface in an attempt to excite me further. You know it's working when I emit a deep sigh, and arch back against your hands.
I moan gently again when your hand slides down from my breast to brush lightly between my open thighs as your mouth continues to excite me. You like the sounds you cause to pass through my lips, and you massage lightly over the thick material of my jeans, wooing me into sexual submission. My nerve endings tingle, and I feel a warmth spread through my pelvis. My hips begin a slow rhythmic undulation against your hand, and I
feel the longing grow more and more urgent. My body plays against you, and I moan louder and louder as you intensify your seductive touch. I want you so much.
Your mouth still warms my breast as you vary the touch of your tongue on my hardened flesh. My nerve endings are on fire, and I feel tiny electrical jolts run up and down my spine. My body arches severely as you hit a tender spot. My hands holding your head, running my fingers through your thick curly hair, willing you closer, caressing you.
I feel my body growing moist with the dewey glow of arousal. The blood pulsing in my veins, sending energy to my most intimate parts, making my lips tingle with want of you. You stop momentarily as if reading my mind, and engage me in a deep sensual kiss. Our tongues dance together, touching, teasing, loving.
My hunger for you grows. I feel a tug, then the gentle vibration as you lower the zipper on my jeans. My pulse quickens, and I grow dizzy with the thought of your fingers inside me. Your hand slides slowly down inside my panties, cupping my warm mound, pausing to feel my moist heat against your palm. We sigh deeply, in unison, as your fingers begin to move, massaging my silky smooth lips. You feel my essence lubricating your fingers, and you dip the tips in, and begin a slow circular motion around my sensitive spot.
I moan somewhat urgently as your fingers woo me, drawing a fire from within I never knew existed. I feel something building inside my body, something unknown. Something wild and animal-like. It travels up through my core, rising quickly, growing stronger, until it escapes in a long low cry, into the still air of the dimly lit room.
The light from the TV screen flickers across the ceiling as you lower me to the couch and lay your body over me. My body shudders for what seems an eternity as you caress my lips, my eyes, my fingers, with an eager mouth. You raise your body and gently tug at my jeans, pulling them down over my hips and sliding them off my outstretched legs. My panties follow close behind. Yours are next. Then you quickly remove your shirt, revealing your broad chest and strip what remains of mine from me. My lacey bra falls to the floor in a quiet heap as my passions are aroused once more, and I entertwine my legs with yours.
We wrestle to find the right position, kissing, touching as the process continues. You can wait no longer, and your big strong hands grasp my wrists, holding them against the soft cushions. You look deep into my eyes and without a word, claim me for your own. You can hold off no longer. Your body rises over me as I spread my legs, allowing you to slide into me, arching high off the couch as you hit your mark, and bury your shaft deep within my rosey, pink folds.
My body shudders with pure joy as I feel you slide in and out, varying your motions to give me the most pleasure. You are sooo good. So gentle and loving, yet strong, and forceful. We writhe rhythmically together, our bodies undulating in a sensual wave, rising to the peaks, and crashing downward, only to rise again until we both reach the crest of a tidal,wave. I feel you explode inside me, and it triggers a release of my own. I cry out your name as my uncontrolled spasms pull at your manhood, and you experience my orgasm with me. The thought of it causes multiple reactions within me, and you cover my body with your hot flesh waiting until they subside.
My hands travel the length of your body, touching, massaging your shoulders, back and buttocks, never getting enough of the feel of you until I drift quietly off to sleep.
I awake to the steady hum of the television. A test pattern stares back at me from the screen, and I quickly realize you are gone. I lay clutching the pillow once again, clothes intact. It was only a dream.
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Written by claws4/Laura Dee
October 1999
Copyright � in Canada
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