A Dream or a Memory
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,014
Reviews:
3
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.
A Dream or a Memory
A Dream or A Memory
She had been sitting there, next to his bed, for what seemed like hours. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, not even for a moment. The Writer would not accept that she might lose him…it just wasn’t possible. Their love for each other was so strong, she was sure that no matter what…she could bring him back to her. She was exhausted, she could barely sit up any longer. Looking around she realized that they were totally alone. It was the middle of the night. Slowly, very carefully, she didn’t want to hurt him, she climbed up into the hospital bed and lay down beside him. She put her leg over his, her arm across his chest, careful not to dislodge any of the leads connecting him to the monitors. The Actors head was bandaged, they had shaved off all his hair, his crowning glory. His face was so swollen even she barely recognized him when she first walked in to the Hospital room. The Writer snuggled her face close into the side of his neck, nuzzling him, delicately kissing, litely licking his neck, tasting him. God how she loved this man…how would she go on without him…losing him was unthinkable. Gradually, as she lay there, whispering softly, lovingly in his ear, she knew he could hear her, she wanted him to know she was still there…he was not alone. The Writers eyes were so heavy, so red and swollen from crying, she began to drift off to sleep.
The Actor had been working all day…in the unbelievably hot sun. He was dirty, grimy, sweaty. The Writer had been waiting for him all day. Lying in the lounge chair by the pool all she could think about was getting her hands on him. What was taking so long? The moment she heard the sound of the Launch approaching the beach, she was on her feet. The Actor jumped off the bow of the little boat, turned and pushed them off and they were on their way. Quickly, anticipating her welcome home he headed off down the little path to the Cottage. The first thing he did, was scoop her into his arms and kiss her hard…laughing, tickling her, as he licked her mouth sloppily, then plunging his tongue deeply, seeking hers. At first she pulled back, away from him. “Eeuuww…you stink, you’re so gross…” she said, laughing, pretending to try and get away. “You love it….” He replied. Breaking free she ran and dove into the crystal clear cool pool…stripping off his clothes he followed her catching her by the ankles, pulling her back to him. She squealed, kicking, feigning displeasure at being caught but actually wanting to fuck his brains out…she’d been unable to think of anything else all day long. Pulling her back to him was easy, she didn’t put up much of a fight. He put his arms around her back…held on to her tight. She wiggled and squirmed laughing but he wouldn’t let go, he pulled off her tiny bikini top. The Writer laughed again splashing him. The water was cool but not cold, it was invigorating actually, “ What could be better than this?” he thought. His erection was growing as she wiggled in his arms, rubbing up against his naked body. She could feel how hard he was….she was dying to just slip him inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist would make it easy, tearing her bikini bottom off made it easier.
She gasped breathlessly, as he slid in effortlessly. “Tell me what you want…” he said, staring into her eyes, smiling slyly…”Come on, say it…” he insisted. Dirty talk had always been easy for him with her, it made her uncomfortable. The Actor knew this, so he teased her and encouraged her to do it whenever he got the chance. It really turned him on to hear her say the words.
“I know you want to, I know you want it…say it, or I’ll stop…” he began to pull out of her. “No, no, don’t…” she begged. “Say it then…what do you want?” they were both laughing, he was tickling her. “Ok, ok…I want you to fuck me….” “Say it again…tell me, what else? Come on baby…I know you want it…I want to hear you say it!” “Ok…fuck me…fuck me hard.” She said, a bit softly but with conviction.
“That’s it…that’s what I want to hear….then… what then…? Tell me….!” He sternly insisted. “I can’t….you know…I just can’t say it.” “Ok…I’ll say it then…. I’m going to eat you…while your still full of me…I’m going to make you come…again and again…until you beg me to stop! Is that it? That’s what you want…isn’t it?” The Writer nodding her head in agreement…she was arching, leaning back in his arms as he began thrusting forward deep inside of her. She was squeezing her legs together tightly around his waist, bucking slightly, he knew she was beginning to climax. He slowly walked over to the side of the pool, carrying her, she protested “Noooo….don’t stop now….” Pleading, aching.
He lifted her up on the edge, pulling her hips close, spreading her legs. As she suddenly realized what he was doing, she lay back on her elbows, pushing her pelvis forward so he could reach her with his mouth. As she rested her legs on his shoulders, he pulled her close, his tongue found her soft, warm and tasty. He nibbled on her, licked her, fucked her with his tongue…She could feel the texture of his scruffy little beard…against the freshly clean shaven skin of her…. She came again…he stayed there…looking up…watching her face… “MMMMmmmmmmm” he murmured, devouring her like a sweet ripe Georgia peach, delighting in the taste of her and her pleasure. The Actor’s long hair was hanging down, partly covering his face. She reached forward, held it back, so she could watch him… “Ooooohhhh….” She sighed, heavily, throwing her head back. Squeezing her legs together, the spasms of exquisite pleasure, were uncontrollable. Finally, when he was done…he looked up at her…licked his lips ….laughed and pushed back in the water off the side of the pool.
After regaining some semblance of composure she slipped back in the water and pursued him. He was swimming on his back. The Writer swam right up on top of him, easily lying on top while he floated on his back. “Now you….!” She said, her eyes twinkling, delighted with the thought of it, still not able to say it. He was laughing again, nervous laughter, this was their first oral encounter…it was incredibly sensuous and just a bit unnerving.
“Ok, who am I to argue…what ever you want babe…I aim to please.” Swimming on top of him, her bare breasts, hard nipples rubbing up against his chest, his belly. Her hands sliding all over him, slid down, feeling he was already hard, she smiled, wasn’t surprised! Gradually she pushed him into the low end where the steps led into the pool. He floated back until he was on the second step, his body from about the hips up was out of the water. The Writer could see the Dragon Fly tattoo he’d designed especially for her on his hip. This always turned her on, even more, if that were possible. Taking him in her hands, gently at first she began by gliding up on him….kissing, licking, nibbling on his nipples. This always made him crazy, she knew that. The Actor leaned back on his elbows on the steps, closed his eyes tilting his head back, face turned up to the sun…just enveloped in the pleasure of it all. Slowly enjoying every inch of him, she made her way down, taking him into her mouth. She bit him, he jumped slightly, she nibbled on him, he was watching her, sucking air between his teeth, biting his lower lip. She ran her slippery hands and tongue up and down, he was throbbing…she could feel it.
She looked up at his face wanting to watch as he came…thrilled with the pleasure she was giving him. He thrust his hips slowly but methodically, carefully. Finally, he reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair holding her to him. She reached around behind him, pulling him to her at the small of his back, keeping him in her mouth, she was kneeling on the steps of the pool between his legs. With several final spasms he came to his climax, collapsing back against the steps, she collapsing on his chest. . Incredibly, he was still hard and erect. The Writer continued to caress him…Slowly, his hands were stroking her hair. The Writer looked up at him, smiling…he smiled back…leaned forward and kissed her on the top of her head.
They just lay there together, feeling totally fulfilled. Eventually, they fell asleep…right there…on the steps in the pool. When she finally opened her eyes…she couldn’t believe what she saw. The Writer was lying in the hospital bed, next to The Actor, it had only been a dream…or had it? No, that was an actual memory…she was sure of it. Holding on to him, and her memories, she was filled with dread and profound sadness…she began to cry.
She had been sitting there, next to his bed, for what seemed like hours. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, not even for a moment. The Writer would not accept that she might lose him…it just wasn’t possible. Their love for each other was so strong, she was sure that no matter what…she could bring him back to her. She was exhausted, she could barely sit up any longer. Looking around she realized that they were totally alone. It was the middle of the night. Slowly, very carefully, she didn’t want to hurt him, she climbed up into the hospital bed and lay down beside him. She put her leg over his, her arm across his chest, careful not to dislodge any of the leads connecting him to the monitors. The Actors head was bandaged, they had shaved off all his hair, his crowning glory. His face was so swollen even she barely recognized him when she first walked in to the Hospital room. The Writer snuggled her face close into the side of his neck, nuzzling him, delicately kissing, litely licking his neck, tasting him. God how she loved this man…how would she go on without him…losing him was unthinkable. Gradually, as she lay there, whispering softly, lovingly in his ear, she knew he could hear her, she wanted him to know she was still there…he was not alone. The Writers eyes were so heavy, so red and swollen from crying, she began to drift off to sleep.
The Actor had been working all day…in the unbelievably hot sun. He was dirty, grimy, sweaty. The Writer had been waiting for him all day. Lying in the lounge chair by the pool all she could think about was getting her hands on him. What was taking so long? The moment she heard the sound of the Launch approaching the beach, she was on her feet. The Actor jumped off the bow of the little boat, turned and pushed them off and they were on their way. Quickly, anticipating her welcome home he headed off down the little path to the Cottage. The first thing he did, was scoop her into his arms and kiss her hard…laughing, tickling her, as he licked her mouth sloppily, then plunging his tongue deeply, seeking hers. At first she pulled back, away from him. “Eeuuww…you stink, you’re so gross…” she said, laughing, pretending to try and get away. “You love it….” He replied. Breaking free she ran and dove into the crystal clear cool pool…stripping off his clothes he followed her catching her by the ankles, pulling her back to him. She squealed, kicking, feigning displeasure at being caught but actually wanting to fuck his brains out…she’d been unable to think of anything else all day long. Pulling her back to him was easy, she didn’t put up much of a fight. He put his arms around her back…held on to her tight. She wiggled and squirmed laughing but he wouldn’t let go, he pulled off her tiny bikini top. The Writer laughed again splashing him. The water was cool but not cold, it was invigorating actually, “ What could be better than this?” he thought. His erection was growing as she wiggled in his arms, rubbing up against his naked body. She could feel how hard he was….she was dying to just slip him inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist would make it easy, tearing her bikini bottom off made it easier.
She gasped breathlessly, as he slid in effortlessly. “Tell me what you want…” he said, staring into her eyes, smiling slyly…”Come on, say it…” he insisted. Dirty talk had always been easy for him with her, it made her uncomfortable. The Actor knew this, so he teased her and encouraged her to do it whenever he got the chance. It really turned him on to hear her say the words.
“I know you want to, I know you want it…say it, or I’ll stop…” he began to pull out of her. “No, no, don’t…” she begged. “Say it then…what do you want?” they were both laughing, he was tickling her. “Ok, ok…I want you to fuck me….” “Say it again…tell me, what else? Come on baby…I know you want it…I want to hear you say it!” “Ok…fuck me…fuck me hard.” She said, a bit softly but with conviction.
“That’s it…that’s what I want to hear….then… what then…? Tell me….!” He sternly insisted. “I can’t….you know…I just can’t say it.” “Ok…I’ll say it then…. I’m going to eat you…while your still full of me…I’m going to make you come…again and again…until you beg me to stop! Is that it? That’s what you want…isn’t it?” The Writer nodding her head in agreement…she was arching, leaning back in his arms as he began thrusting forward deep inside of her. She was squeezing her legs together tightly around his waist, bucking slightly, he knew she was beginning to climax. He slowly walked over to the side of the pool, carrying her, she protested “Noooo….don’t stop now….” Pleading, aching.
He lifted her up on the edge, pulling her hips close, spreading her legs. As she suddenly realized what he was doing, she lay back on her elbows, pushing her pelvis forward so he could reach her with his mouth. As she rested her legs on his shoulders, he pulled her close, his tongue found her soft, warm and tasty. He nibbled on her, licked her, fucked her with his tongue…She could feel the texture of his scruffy little beard…against the freshly clean shaven skin of her…. She came again…he stayed there…looking up…watching her face… “MMMMmmmmmmm” he murmured, devouring her like a sweet ripe Georgia peach, delighting in the taste of her and her pleasure. The Actor’s long hair was hanging down, partly covering his face. She reached forward, held it back, so she could watch him… “Ooooohhhh….” She sighed, heavily, throwing her head back. Squeezing her legs together, the spasms of exquisite pleasure, were uncontrollable. Finally, when he was done…he looked up at her…licked his lips ….laughed and pushed back in the water off the side of the pool.
After regaining some semblance of composure she slipped back in the water and pursued him. He was swimming on his back. The Writer swam right up on top of him, easily lying on top while he floated on his back. “Now you….!” She said, her eyes twinkling, delighted with the thought of it, still not able to say it. He was laughing again, nervous laughter, this was their first oral encounter…it was incredibly sensuous and just a bit unnerving.
“Ok, who am I to argue…what ever you want babe…I aim to please.” Swimming on top of him, her bare breasts, hard nipples rubbing up against his chest, his belly. Her hands sliding all over him, slid down, feeling he was already hard, she smiled, wasn’t surprised! Gradually she pushed him into the low end where the steps led into the pool. He floated back until he was on the second step, his body from about the hips up was out of the water. The Writer could see the Dragon Fly tattoo he’d designed especially for her on his hip. This always turned her on, even more, if that were possible. Taking him in her hands, gently at first she began by gliding up on him….kissing, licking, nibbling on his nipples. This always made him crazy, she knew that. The Actor leaned back on his elbows on the steps, closed his eyes tilting his head back, face turned up to the sun…just enveloped in the pleasure of it all. Slowly enjoying every inch of him, she made her way down, taking him into her mouth. She bit him, he jumped slightly, she nibbled on him, he was watching her, sucking air between his teeth, biting his lower lip. She ran her slippery hands and tongue up and down, he was throbbing…she could feel it.
She looked up at his face wanting to watch as he came…thrilled with the pleasure she was giving him. He thrust his hips slowly but methodically, carefully. Finally, he reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair holding her to him. She reached around behind him, pulling him to her at the small of his back, keeping him in her mouth, she was kneeling on the steps of the pool between his legs. With several final spasms he came to his climax, collapsing back against the steps, she collapsing on his chest. . Incredibly, he was still hard and erect. The Writer continued to caress him…Slowly, his hands were stroking her hair. The Writer looked up at him, smiling…he smiled back…leaned forward and kissed her on the top of her head.
They just lay there together, feeling totally fulfilled. Eventually, they fell asleep…right there…on the steps in the pool. When she finally opened her eyes…she couldn’t believe what she saw. The Writer was lying in the hospital bed, next to The Actor, it had only been a dream…or had it? No, that was an actual memory…she was sure of it. Holding on to him, and her memories, she was filled with dread and profound sadness…she began to cry.