Dream Diary
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,708
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Jude Law in Michigan
A/N: This diary will consist of literary interpretations of my dreams. Thus sometimes the connections won\'t make any sense, and sometimes the dreams will spill from one to another. If you think the dreams are hot or you\'ve had something like it, let me know!
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It was sunny. I was with my aunt who lives in California in a home that was strange, yet familiar to me. Sunlight streamed through the large windows and I could feel the heat on my skin. I was speaking with my aunt, who had a guest... Jude Law. Except it wasn\'t Jude Law the famous movie actor, it was just him, a person. She introduced us, and we talked with each other for a little while. We were really having an engrossing conversation, and it was impeding on everyone else\'s, so we moved to a room that he had in the house.
The room was darker, no windows, lit by only a small table lamp in the corner. When we had left the living room to come here, he had taken my hand, and I felt an insistence as he had led me here. As we continued speaking as we stood, he kept moving closer and I started forgetting what I was going to say.
Without warning he pushed his body against mine and kissed me forcefully. I could feel the warmth of his body, much like the sun that had been spilling through the windows. Jude pulled away for a moment, the look of shock in his own eyes reflecting that in my own. Out breathing was ragged, and I could feel his hand trailing down my side. Without a word I pulled him against me and we began kissing again, his tongue delving into my mouth and I was enraptured.
He pressed against me, and I could feel a bookcase pointing into my back, but I didn\'t care. I moved his head to the sensitive spot on my neck, the one that makes me go completely weak in the knees. He nibbled and sucked, and I lost my balance from the effect he had on me. The bookshelf fell over and he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
He continued there, his hands stroking my suddenly bare chest. My shirt had disappeared, but I didn\'t care. I was fully against him and his hands scratched down my back as he continued a trail of fiery kisses down my neck and throat and down the valley between my breasts. I wrapped my legs around him as nibbled on my earlobe.
And then we were in the living room again and my shirt had returned. He looked at me as we all continued the conversation. What had happened was still a fresh memory and the tingling senasation was still coursing through me. The others in the room knew, and they were not happy. We had to leave.
We were now in a field, and we continued our passionate kissing. He grabbed me by the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair and brought me to him for another kiss.
When I opened my eyes, he was pulling me along with the same insistance as before, but this time I was being pulled to the Canadian Border which for some reason went through Cobo Hall (in Detroit). We had no place in America, and people were not happy with our being together. I was lucky, because I had my birth certificate with me, so we would have no problems with Customs. We were just about to cross the border...
...And then I woke up.
A/N: A lot of these will end with \"...And then I woke up\" because we all know that dreams usually end right when they\'re getting really good. This is the dream I had last night, so you know how disappointed I was when it ended. You should know too... I usually orgasm in my sleep about once a week, so when the dream ends prematurely... I\'m VERY disappointed
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It was sunny. I was with my aunt who lives in California in a home that was strange, yet familiar to me. Sunlight streamed through the large windows and I could feel the heat on my skin. I was speaking with my aunt, who had a guest... Jude Law. Except it wasn\'t Jude Law the famous movie actor, it was just him, a person. She introduced us, and we talked with each other for a little while. We were really having an engrossing conversation, and it was impeding on everyone else\'s, so we moved to a room that he had in the house.
The room was darker, no windows, lit by only a small table lamp in the corner. When we had left the living room to come here, he had taken my hand, and I felt an insistence as he had led me here. As we continued speaking as we stood, he kept moving closer and I started forgetting what I was going to say.
Without warning he pushed his body against mine and kissed me forcefully. I could feel the warmth of his body, much like the sun that had been spilling through the windows. Jude pulled away for a moment, the look of shock in his own eyes reflecting that in my own. Out breathing was ragged, and I could feel his hand trailing down my side. Without a word I pulled him against me and we began kissing again, his tongue delving into my mouth and I was enraptured.
He pressed against me, and I could feel a bookcase pointing into my back, but I didn\'t care. I moved his head to the sensitive spot on my neck, the one that makes me go completely weak in the knees. He nibbled and sucked, and I lost my balance from the effect he had on me. The bookshelf fell over and he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
He continued there, his hands stroking my suddenly bare chest. My shirt had disappeared, but I didn\'t care. I was fully against him and his hands scratched down my back as he continued a trail of fiery kisses down my neck and throat and down the valley between my breasts. I wrapped my legs around him as nibbled on my earlobe.
And then we were in the living room again and my shirt had returned. He looked at me as we all continued the conversation. What had happened was still a fresh memory and the tingling senasation was still coursing through me. The others in the room knew, and they were not happy. We had to leave.
We were now in a field, and we continued our passionate kissing. He grabbed me by the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair and brought me to him for another kiss.
When I opened my eyes, he was pulling me along with the same insistance as before, but this time I was being pulled to the Canadian Border which for some reason went through Cobo Hall (in Detroit). We had no place in America, and people were not happy with our being together. I was lucky, because I had my birth certificate with me, so we would have no problems with Customs. We were just about to cross the border...
...And then I woke up.
A/N: A lot of these will end with \"...And then I woke up\" because we all know that dreams usually end right when they\'re getting really good. This is the dream I had last night, so you know how disappointed I was when it ended. You should know too... I usually orgasm in my sleep about once a week, so when the dream ends prematurely... I\'m VERY disappointed