Valentine's Dream
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,039
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.
Valentine's Dream
Valentine Dream
I wake up to the sound of silence, the kind of silence that is extremely rare here, in the middle of the city, with the planes, trains and automobiles, sirens and all the other noise from the house itself. It is Valentine\'s Day, and, it is snowing!
It\'s early, about 5:30, but I still notice the absence of the usual background noise immediately. I get up and look out the window, am at at how pretty it looks outside when it\'s covered in the fluffy white stuff. There is at least 2 inches already, and it\'s still coming down. I pull the curtains back, so I can see out, and relax on the bed for a while, just enjoying watching it fall from the sky.
It doesn\'t take me long, though, to get restless with the anticipation of getting out there in it. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning, practically bouncing with the joy.
Adding to this wonderful gift is the fact that it is actually Saturday, and I don\'t have to do a thing, don\'t have to go to work. That realization just makes me even more eager to go out and immerse myself in the silence. I can\'t sit still anymore, so I get up and get started on the day early, making coffee, check my e-mail and surf the net for a while, waiting impatiently for daylight. By the time I\'ve gone through my usual morning routine, it\'s starting to get light outside, and it\'s time to *suit up*.
I bundle myself up in 3 layers of clothes, gloves, earmuffs, thick hood and scarf wrapped around my head. I look like the little brother in the movie \'A Christmas Story\' (one of my favorite scenes!). I laugh at myself when I look in the mirror, and excitedly head outside. I start walking, amazed at how quiet it is.
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~~ As I walk, I picture him with me, holding hands, enjoying the peace together. I get a bit homesick, wishing we were in the mountains, walking a path along a creek. The only thing you can hear there is the sound of the water. That is as close to heaven as I have ever been, it is incredible, the feeling of being so small and minute, but at the same time feeling like one with all of it. ~~
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If I close my eyes as I am walking alone, I can almost make myself believe for a brief minute or two, that we are really there.
I long to share the beauty and history of my home with him, to see his face light up, to see him truly enjoying himself and at peace, and to feel myself do the same.
I drift between enjoying the small examples of beauty that are actually surrounding me, and daydreaming of where I really want to be. The trees in the yards that were bare and brown, now look surreal, heavenly, covered in white. There is no wind, and the snow is so light, and falling slow enough that it clings to even the daintiest of leaves and branches. Then I think of how the snow looks on the mountains of home, the massive granite rocks covered in it.
I look up and watch it fall towards my face, landing in my eyes, and blinking becomes a game, seeing as much of it as I can, while trying to keep the flakes from hitting my eyes.
Then I lean over and pick up handfuls, making a snowball and throwing it out into the deserted street, remembering past snowball fights, and making myself even more homesick. I think it is almost more of an appreciation of knowing the beauty of home that I have now, than actually being homesick. Either way, I feel wistful, melancholy. I let myself get drawn back into the daydream again.
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~~ Walking the path behind town, along the creek. Just a leisurely stroll, maybe linking arms, kicking the snow around and just talking quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace. Pointing out places and telling stories of the history of different buildings, and landmarks, and personal memories of a childhood I cherish.
They have added benches along the path, and we stop and sit down for a few minutes, just listening to the creek. Maybe tossing in a twig, or leaf, watching it flow away with the water. Looking at his face, into beautiful blue eyes, and feeling like we are the only two people in the world.
As I look in his eyes, I feel the haze move in. That incredible feeling of being in a bubble, where nothing outside matters at all. All that matters are the two of us, and the connection we share. He smiles at me, with a look of contentment, something so rarely seen. I feel very honored that he would share that with me, it\'s like a precious gift. I feel myself getting lightheaded, my mind swirling around in circles. Anticipation, contentment, euphoria like nothing else. He sees it, knows what that look means, and leans in and kisses me gently, sweetly. He puts his arms around me, and pulls me close, and we just look at the water, again, enjoying the silence, together.~~
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I realize I have been walking the neighborhood for quite a while, covering many blocks, my toes starting to get very cold. Time to head back, enjoy some hot chocolate and warm up. I hate to go inside. It is so rare for me to be that happy to be outside walking, I don\'t want it to end, but my toes protest, so back to the house I go.
Shaking off the snow covering me on the front porch, I walk in, pulling off hood, scarf, muffs, gloves, shoes, jacket and 2 layers of clothes. Making myself some hot chocolate, I open all the curtains, and just sit and enjoy the view while bundled up in a blanket.
I have turned off everything I can in the house, to make it as quiet as possible. TV\'s, fans, computer, I wish I could unplug the refrigerator, but that would be a bit much, so I deal with the humming.
Finishing up my hot chocolate, I snuggle down on the couch where I can watch the snow fall. Toasty warm and peaceful, I drift off into a light sleep.
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~~I slowly start to stir, in that hazy place between sleep and fully awake. I feel his warm, hard body curled up against me, a strong arm wrapped around me, holding me to him. Careful not to move and disrupt the wonderful feeling of waking up in his protective embrace, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me are glass double doors, and on the other side of them it is pure, angelic white everywhere. Through the pine trees I can barely make out the ridge of the mountain in front of us, the sun just barely out, a kind of glow that you only see through a light snowstorm. I lay there, still as can be, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back, watching the snow fall in front of me. There are no words to describe how perfect these few moments are to me.
I reach my arm back and over him, turn just a bit, and look at his face, so peaceful in sleep. I hate to wake him, so I just look for a while, soaking in the feeling of him being there with me. Soon though, I can\'t stand it anymore, I have to share the beauty outside. I wiggle myself around to face him, never leaving his hold on me, and run my fingers across his cheek, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss. His eyes start to open, as his arm tightens around me, pulling me as close as I can get.
Then he looks towards the doors, and sees the snow. I see his eyes light up, and a slow, lazy smile cross his face. \'Beautiful\' is all he says, then looks down at me and kisses my forehead.
He turns me over, so I can see the snow again, moving me up a bit on the bed as he does. The arm around me moves down, as he reaches between my legs and lifts my leg up and back over his, and gently runs his fingers between my legs, teasing me. He takes my hand, and brings it behind me, putting it on his hard cock, and I grasp it, lazily pumping it as he continues to ready my body for him. I don\'t need it, I was wet the moment I woke and was aware of his presence, but he continues anyway, drawing out the anticipation and pleasure.
His talented hands bring me to my first release of the morning quickly, gently. As I climax, all I can do is say \'Please\' and he slides himself into me. The position we are in allows him to hit just the right spot, \'his spot\' on every thrust, and I am quickly rolling in the waves of another orgasm. When I am at the peak, he grasps my inner thigh, holding me open and close to him, and the added resistance and power of his thrusting makes me gasp at how deep inside of me he is. I realize that my orgasm has not stopped, but turned into an even, constant flow of intense pleasure, unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I hear moaning, and vaguely realize it is me.
He is in no hurry, going deep on every slow thrust, drawing out the pleasure until I think I can\'t take any more. He whispers in my ear \'It\'s all for you baby, all for you.\' just before he buries himself deeper than he has ever been before, roaring out his pleasure as he fills me.
We lay there for a while, still joined together, recovering, and watching the snow. We doze off for a while, then, with a gentle hand running thru my hair, up and down my back, he wakes every nerve in my body.
We take our time getting out of bed, lazy and sated, we are in no hurry to do anything. He builds a fire in the fireplace, while I make coffee. Sitting on the hearth, enjoying our coffee, the beauty of the snow, the heat of the fire, and the presence of each other, we talk of nothing in particular.
Finally we decide to dress, and go out for a walk. My daydream from earlier finds it\'s way into this dream, and we are walking along the path by the creek. After we sit for a while, we start to head back, and end up getting into a snowball fight. Laughing and running, playing like a couple of kids. I haven\'t felt this happy and free in so long, I can\'t remember. Have I ever been this happy? I don\'t think so.~~
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I awaken on the couch, clutching my blanket to my chest, a lazy smile on my face as I try to stay in the dream. I lay there and allow myself to relive it in my mind, trying to grasp that happy feeling and keep it wrapped around me like my bla. I . I look up and see that I have slept most of the day away.
The snow is melting, almost gone. It saddens me to see it go. It may have all been dreams and daydreams, but even still, it was the best Valentine\'s Day I think I have ever had. So vivid, I can still close my eyes and feel a hint of the peace that surrounded me.
END
I wake up to the sound of silence, the kind of silence that is extremely rare here, in the middle of the city, with the planes, trains and automobiles, sirens and all the other noise from the house itself. It is Valentine\'s Day, and, it is snowing!
It\'s early, about 5:30, but I still notice the absence of the usual background noise immediately. I get up and look out the window, am at at how pretty it looks outside when it\'s covered in the fluffy white stuff. There is at least 2 inches already, and it\'s still coming down. I pull the curtains back, so I can see out, and relax on the bed for a while, just enjoying watching it fall from the sky.
It doesn\'t take me long, though, to get restless with the anticipation of getting out there in it. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning, practically bouncing with the joy.
Adding to this wonderful gift is the fact that it is actually Saturday, and I don\'t have to do a thing, don\'t have to go to work. That realization just makes me even more eager to go out and immerse myself in the silence. I can\'t sit still anymore, so I get up and get started on the day early, making coffee, check my e-mail and surf the net for a while, waiting impatiently for daylight. By the time I\'ve gone through my usual morning routine, it\'s starting to get light outside, and it\'s time to *suit up*.
I bundle myself up in 3 layers of clothes, gloves, earmuffs, thick hood and scarf wrapped around my head. I look like the little brother in the movie \'A Christmas Story\' (one of my favorite scenes!). I laugh at myself when I look in the mirror, and excitedly head outside. I start walking, amazed at how quiet it is.
********************************************
~~ As I walk, I picture him with me, holding hands, enjoying the peace together. I get a bit homesick, wishing we were in the mountains, walking a path along a creek. The only thing you can hear there is the sound of the water. That is as close to heaven as I have ever been, it is incredible, the feeling of being so small and minute, but at the same time feeling like one with all of it. ~~
********************************************
If I close my eyes as I am walking alone, I can almost make myself believe for a brief minute or two, that we are really there.
I long to share the beauty and history of my home with him, to see his face light up, to see him truly enjoying himself and at peace, and to feel myself do the same.
I drift between enjoying the small examples of beauty that are actually surrounding me, and daydreaming of where I really want to be. The trees in the yards that were bare and brown, now look surreal, heavenly, covered in white. There is no wind, and the snow is so light, and falling slow enough that it clings to even the daintiest of leaves and branches. Then I think of how the snow looks on the mountains of home, the massive granite rocks covered in it.
I look up and watch it fall towards my face, landing in my eyes, and blinking becomes a game, seeing as much of it as I can, while trying to keep the flakes from hitting my eyes.
Then I lean over and pick up handfuls, making a snowball and throwing it out into the deserted street, remembering past snowball fights, and making myself even more homesick. I think it is almost more of an appreciation of knowing the beauty of home that I have now, than actually being homesick. Either way, I feel wistful, melancholy. I let myself get drawn back into the daydream again.
******************************************************
~~ Walking the path behind town, along the creek. Just a leisurely stroll, maybe linking arms, kicking the snow around and just talking quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace. Pointing out places and telling stories of the history of different buildings, and landmarks, and personal memories of a childhood I cherish.
They have added benches along the path, and we stop and sit down for a few minutes, just listening to the creek. Maybe tossing in a twig, or leaf, watching it flow away with the water. Looking at his face, into beautiful blue eyes, and feeling like we are the only two people in the world.
As I look in his eyes, I feel the haze move in. That incredible feeling of being in a bubble, where nothing outside matters at all. All that matters are the two of us, and the connection we share. He smiles at me, with a look of contentment, something so rarely seen. I feel very honored that he would share that with me, it\'s like a precious gift. I feel myself getting lightheaded, my mind swirling around in circles. Anticipation, contentment, euphoria like nothing else. He sees it, knows what that look means, and leans in and kisses me gently, sweetly. He puts his arms around me, and pulls me close, and we just look at the water, again, enjoying the silence, together.~~
******************************************************
I realize I have been walking the neighborhood for quite a while, covering many blocks, my toes starting to get very cold. Time to head back, enjoy some hot chocolate and warm up. I hate to go inside. It is so rare for me to be that happy to be outside walking, I don\'t want it to end, but my toes protest, so back to the house I go.
Shaking off the snow covering me on the front porch, I walk in, pulling off hood, scarf, muffs, gloves, shoes, jacket and 2 layers of clothes. Making myself some hot chocolate, I open all the curtains, and just sit and enjoy the view while bundled up in a blanket.
I have turned off everything I can in the house, to make it as quiet as possible. TV\'s, fans, computer, I wish I could unplug the refrigerator, but that would be a bit much, so I deal with the humming.
Finishing up my hot chocolate, I snuggle down on the couch where I can watch the snow fall. Toasty warm and peaceful, I drift off into a light sleep.
**********************************************
~~I slowly start to stir, in that hazy place between sleep and fully awake. I feel his warm, hard body curled up against me, a strong arm wrapped around me, holding me to him. Careful not to move and disrupt the wonderful feeling of waking up in his protective embrace, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me are glass double doors, and on the other side of them it is pure, angelic white everywhere. Through the pine trees I can barely make out the ridge of the mountain in front of us, the sun just barely out, a kind of glow that you only see through a light snowstorm. I lay there, still as can be, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back, watching the snow fall in front of me. There are no words to describe how perfect these few moments are to me.
I reach my arm back and over him, turn just a bit, and look at his face, so peaceful in sleep. I hate to wake him, so I just look for a while, soaking in the feeling of him being there with me. Soon though, I can\'t stand it anymore, I have to share the beauty outside. I wiggle myself around to face him, never leaving his hold on me, and run my fingers across his cheek, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss. His eyes start to open, as his arm tightens around me, pulling me as close as I can get.
Then he looks towards the doors, and sees the snow. I see his eyes light up, and a slow, lazy smile cross his face. \'Beautiful\' is all he says, then looks down at me and kisses my forehead.
He turns me over, so I can see the snow again, moving me up a bit on the bed as he does. The arm around me moves down, as he reaches between my legs and lifts my leg up and back over his, and gently runs his fingers between my legs, teasing me. He takes my hand, and brings it behind me, putting it on his hard cock, and I grasp it, lazily pumping it as he continues to ready my body for him. I don\'t need it, I was wet the moment I woke and was aware of his presence, but he continues anyway, drawing out the anticipation and pleasure.
His talented hands bring me to my first release of the morning quickly, gently. As I climax, all I can do is say \'Please\' and he slides himself into me. The position we are in allows him to hit just the right spot, \'his spot\' on every thrust, and I am quickly rolling in the waves of another orgasm. When I am at the peak, he grasps my inner thigh, holding me open and close to him, and the added resistance and power of his thrusting makes me gasp at how deep inside of me he is. I realize that my orgasm has not stopped, but turned into an even, constant flow of intense pleasure, unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I hear moaning, and vaguely realize it is me.
He is in no hurry, going deep on every slow thrust, drawing out the pleasure until I think I can\'t take any more. He whispers in my ear \'It\'s all for you baby, all for you.\' just before he buries himself deeper than he has ever been before, roaring out his pleasure as he fills me.
We lay there for a while, still joined together, recovering, and watching the snow. We doze off for a while, then, with a gentle hand running thru my hair, up and down my back, he wakes every nerve in my body.
We take our time getting out of bed, lazy and sated, we are in no hurry to do anything. He builds a fire in the fireplace, while I make coffee. Sitting on the hearth, enjoying our coffee, the beauty of the snow, the heat of the fire, and the presence of each other, we talk of nothing in particular.
Finally we decide to dress, and go out for a walk. My daydream from earlier finds it\'s way into this dream, and we are walking along the path by the creek. After we sit for a while, we start to head back, and end up getting into a snowball fight. Laughing and running, playing like a couple of kids. I haven\'t felt this happy and free in so long, I can\'t remember. Have I ever been this happy? I don\'t think so.~~
*****************************************************
I awaken on the couch, clutching my blanket to my chest, a lazy smile on my face as I try to stay in the dream. I lay there and allow myself to relive it in my mind, trying to grasp that happy feeling and keep it wrapped around me like my bla. I . I look up and see that I have slept most of the day away.
The snow is melting, almost gone. It saddens me to see it go. It may have all been dreams and daydreams, but even still, it was the best Valentine\'s Day I think I have ever had. So vivid, I can still close my eyes and feel a hint of the peace that surrounded me.
END