Dreams and Reality
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
674
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Dreams and Reality
Dreams and reality
By: K (Silver Wings of Demon)
Disclaimer: Just to let you know that this is pure fiction, not based on my life, or any one elses I know… And, I’m not making money off this…
Rating: NC-17 (to be sure…)
Warning: Sex, flashbacks
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The party is wonderful. It is ages ago since I had such a nice time… Ever since…
/He looks at me. At me… What is he thinking? Would he want me? No, impossible, he never saw me before, even though I’ve tried to get his attention for nearly a year now… /
I walk out. The fresh air greets me. Snow falling down. Midwinter. My favorite season. I hear steps crisp in the snow behind me. A warm hand on my shoulder… I turn slowly. His beautiful eyes bore into mine. Green. A deep green. His black hair held together.
/His hand fit so perfectly in mine. As if it belongs there. As if we belong together. Why didn’t he come to me earlier?/
Soft lips come down on mine. My first thought is that he has drunk too much. But I can’t smell nor taste a trace of alcohol.
/I can’t believe it. He kissed me. He did. He really did. Heaven, if this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Never wake me up…/
Warm breathing on my neck. The cold forgotten. My hands in his hair. Midnight black. Oh, how I want him… I pull back from him, taking his hand in my own, guiding him to my room.
/Gentle kisses, yet full of passion. We fall on my bed. His hands caressing my sides. Mine buried in his hair. Green eyes clouded with lust. My gray once reflecting the same want./
He’s lying on top of me. Careful fingers unbuttoning my shirt. His is already lying on the floor. My shaking hands unbuckling his trousers.
/Soft whispered words. If you can? Of course. I’ve wanted you for to long. I think I’m gonna die if you don’t… You’re only wearing your boxers./
His hand between my legs. Touching me through my trousers. I buck up in his hand. My head thrown backwards. Yes, make me lose my mind. Heaven, how I’ve longed for your touches…
/You gently nip my neck, my throat, licking up to my ear. My hands roaming over your back, to your hips, moving to your front, and climbing back up. Reaching your nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and finger. A soft groan escapes your lips./
Your moth descends forcefully on mine. Leaving me breathless. You slip out of your boxers. Carefully pull me out of my trousers.
/I grunt when I feel your naked body against mine. I pull you closer, so you’re really lying on top of me. You’re erection pressed in between my legs. You gently move. Rubbing it against my entrance./
A moan. Was it me or you? Or perhaps both of us…? I cling to you, my nails digging themselves in your back. But we don’t notice. To caught up in the heat of passion.
/You look my deep in the eyes. Forest green meeting stormy gray. You don’t even have to speak. I know what you want to ask. Of course you have permission. If you don’t enter me soon…/
You see the treat in my orbs. A soft chuckle against my neck. My arms still embracing you. And then I feel you enter me. I gasp. The feeling is overwhelming…
/A tear forms itself. Silently rolling down my check. Your soft lips kiss it away. I lift my hips. Urging you to move./
You gladly oblige. Trusting in me. Slowly at first, but when I move to meat your strokes, you push yourself in me harder and faster.
/By now I’m unable to form correct sentences. The only thing that leaves my mouth are moans and some incoherent gibberish. I cling to you even more than before./
I close my eyes. Feeling I’m not going to last long anymore. Why do good things always have to end so soon?
/God, yes, I’m gonna come… Please, harder, faster… I can’t take it anymore. Reaching my peek I scream your name. “Alan!” You lay down on top of me. Panting. Both of us trying to control our breathing. Silent tears are rolling down my cheeks./
Suddenly you push yourself up. Looking in my eyes. “Simon, Katie, not Alan.” You’re voice is so soft. Almost broken. You stand up and dress yourself. And I can do nothing else but just lay down on the bed. You cast me one last look. So much sadness in your eyes. And then you leave. Walking through my door. Probably to never return again. I turn myself on my belly and cry bitter hot tears.
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AN: Well, just to explain a few things: Katie was in love with Alan, they had a relation, but then he died. Katie, after a couple of years, tries to pick up her life, and goes, for the first time since it all happened, to a party. There she meets Simon. A man that looks just like Alan. The parts /between the slashes/ are flashbacks to her time with Alan. The others are happening with Simon.
Anyway, this was my first story. Hope you liked it. Please, review… : )
By: K (Silver Wings of Demon)
Disclaimer: Just to let you know that this is pure fiction, not based on my life, or any one elses I know… And, I’m not making money off this…
Rating: NC-17 (to be sure…)
Warning: Sex, flashbacks
~ * ~ *~
The party is wonderful. It is ages ago since I had such a nice time… Ever since…
/He looks at me. At me… What is he thinking? Would he want me? No, impossible, he never saw me before, even though I’ve tried to get his attention for nearly a year now… /
I walk out. The fresh air greets me. Snow falling down. Midwinter. My favorite season. I hear steps crisp in the snow behind me. A warm hand on my shoulder… I turn slowly. His beautiful eyes bore into mine. Green. A deep green. His black hair held together.
/His hand fit so perfectly in mine. As if it belongs there. As if we belong together. Why didn’t he come to me earlier?/
Soft lips come down on mine. My first thought is that he has drunk too much. But I can’t smell nor taste a trace of alcohol.
/I can’t believe it. He kissed me. He did. He really did. Heaven, if this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Never wake me up…/
Warm breathing on my neck. The cold forgotten. My hands in his hair. Midnight black. Oh, how I want him… I pull back from him, taking his hand in my own, guiding him to my room.
/Gentle kisses, yet full of passion. We fall on my bed. His hands caressing my sides. Mine buried in his hair. Green eyes clouded with lust. My gray once reflecting the same want./
He’s lying on top of me. Careful fingers unbuttoning my shirt. His is already lying on the floor. My shaking hands unbuckling his trousers.
/Soft whispered words. If you can? Of course. I’ve wanted you for to long. I think I’m gonna die if you don’t… You’re only wearing your boxers./
His hand between my legs. Touching me through my trousers. I buck up in his hand. My head thrown backwards. Yes, make me lose my mind. Heaven, how I’ve longed for your touches…
/You gently nip my neck, my throat, licking up to my ear. My hands roaming over your back, to your hips, moving to your front, and climbing back up. Reaching your nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and finger. A soft groan escapes your lips./
Your moth descends forcefully on mine. Leaving me breathless. You slip out of your boxers. Carefully pull me out of my trousers.
/I grunt when I feel your naked body against mine. I pull you closer, so you’re really lying on top of me. You’re erection pressed in between my legs. You gently move. Rubbing it against my entrance./
A moan. Was it me or you? Or perhaps both of us…? I cling to you, my nails digging themselves in your back. But we don’t notice. To caught up in the heat of passion.
/You look my deep in the eyes. Forest green meeting stormy gray. You don’t even have to speak. I know what you want to ask. Of course you have permission. If you don’t enter me soon…/
You see the treat in my orbs. A soft chuckle against my neck. My arms still embracing you. And then I feel you enter me. I gasp. The feeling is overwhelming…
/A tear forms itself. Silently rolling down my check. Your soft lips kiss it away. I lift my hips. Urging you to move./
You gladly oblige. Trusting in me. Slowly at first, but when I move to meat your strokes, you push yourself in me harder and faster.
/By now I’m unable to form correct sentences. The only thing that leaves my mouth are moans and some incoherent gibberish. I cling to you even more than before./
I close my eyes. Feeling I’m not going to last long anymore. Why do good things always have to end so soon?
/God, yes, I’m gonna come… Please, harder, faster… I can’t take it anymore. Reaching my peek I scream your name. “Alan!” You lay down on top of me. Panting. Both of us trying to control our breathing. Silent tears are rolling down my cheeks./
Suddenly you push yourself up. Looking in my eyes. “Simon, Katie, not Alan.” You’re voice is so soft. Almost broken. You stand up and dress yourself. And I can do nothing else but just lay down on the bed. You cast me one last look. So much sadness in your eyes. And then you leave. Walking through my door. Probably to never return again. I turn myself on my belly and cry bitter hot tears.
~ * ~ * ~
AN: Well, just to explain a few things: Katie was in love with Alan, they had a relation, but then he died. Katie, after a couple of years, tries to pick up her life, and goes, for the first time since it all happened, to a party. There she meets Simon. A man that looks just like Alan. The parts /between the slashes/ are flashbacks to her time with Alan. The others are happening with Simon.
Anyway, this was my first story. Hope you liked it. Please, review… : )