b'wet dreams

It was dark, and I couldn't quite see her face. All I could see was her shapely contours, her curves silhouetted against the dim candle light shining through the cream canvas screen behind. Her hair was long, and smooth as I felt them with the back of my hand. From I was, you could faintly smell her sweet cranberry cologne...crisp, alive, fruity, light - just enough for one close enough to pick up.

The tip of my fingers very lightly brushed her shoulders, outlining her silhouette and slowly, running down to her hands rested on my thigh. She was really so smooth, and soft, and sexy, something I have never felt before. Resting her fingers on mine, my hand turned around a little, stroking the back of her forearm feeling those soft hairs on the back of palms. I could see her took her arm back a little in a reflex, as a little shockwave ran through her body as she shook a little, letting out a soft chuckle. That tickled her.

Not saying a thing, she so gently stroked my face, looking through every feature and smiled. That smile was just so lovely, so beautiful, and that one smile was all I need in a dull day to turn it into the happiest day of my life. She had her hand against the back of head, looked into my eyes. Even with that low light, I managed to catch a soft glisten from her brown eyes. They were so enchanting, so pretty, so strikingly beautiful. Very slowly, very delicately pulled me towards her.

Closing my eyes, I could feel her lips on mine. They felt small, but full, supple, a little moist, then...warm. I was starting to feel light, my world was beginning to spin...nothing seem to matter anymore. That moment, there was only her and myself, just us, nothing more, nothing mattered. She leaned closer to me and we're deep within each other...we started to kiss harder, and we could hear ourselves breathing deeper but faster. Soon, her tougue found mine, and we were feeling each other in a whole unique way; our hearts were hitting hard against on chests, our faces flushed and heated with deep passion. That moment, we wanted only each other, nothing less, nothing more. We held each other so tightly then, skin to skin, heart to heart.

After what seemed like hours, our lips parted. I could see her face again. She seemed to be blushing furiously, catching her breath after the long long kiss. Sweat was beading all over her...her arms, her legs, her neck, her chest, her bosom, and she was...glistering. I could no longer hold myself back.

Holding me close to her breasts, like a mother holding her child to sleep, she slowly lowered herself on me. It felt a little wet, and soft, and warm...very warm. I had felt nothing like that before. That moment on, I was completely lost to the world; my heart was killing me, my face burning, my breath was getting fast...too fast, my eyes were moist and lightly swelled. I wanted to cry, that moment was all I asked for... ...

I open my eyes, catching my breath a little, and found myself fully clothed and covered with sweat. Licking my lips a little, my eyes went down. I've been finding myself like this, dreaming of dreams, fantasies that will never happen, hoping for a magic that never exists or work. Even if it would, not to me. Perhaps it might be that I've lost all confidence; in people including myself because we'd care only ourselves way too much, in love - if it even exists; in hope because hopes are never fulfilled; in everything - in life.

Dreams like this only exist within themselves - dreams, or imagination, movies, Hollywood, but life. So far, I've never witnessed the very real sense of love - selfless, giving, unrestrained, unconditional. What I have seen is nothing close to that - it always involved putting self first. Love, relationships, attachments become a "profit-loss" kind of business deal - people seem to first think of how that would benefit them...a very "real" sense of how the world works I guess. Romantic fantasies are, but like a mirage in the desert. That dream served only to sadden me even more...seducing me to keep dreaming, keep sleeping... I'm tired. And I do want to go on sleeping and not get up, too taxed, too exasperated to go on anymore.

It's time to get up.