Always Wondering
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,237
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Always Wondering
Disclaimer: Everything I have written is purely fictional and means no harm.
Always Wondering
I wish you could have seen me today at 6 a.m.; all tousled hair and naked skin.
I came home late yesterday. Too tired to watch TV or have dinner. Too tired to remove my make-up. Too tired to even take off my clothes. But you know me, as soon as my head was on my pillow, I was drifting into dreamland, my last heart-felt thought having been of you.
My mind must have been working in overdrive. I had lots of dreams. Dreams of nonsense, dreams of terror, dreams of love and yes, you probably already know this: dreams of lust.... Dozens of fragmented scenes and blurry faces filled my night. I wandered through every place I’ve ever visited, talked to everyone I’ve ever known. Maybe it wasn’t just a dream, but a journey. I was traveling through my life. Destination unknown, yet not unexpected. Where else could my brain take me but to you?
Leaving all the blurriness behind, your smiling face came into focus, bringing warmth and light to the scene. A tingle ran through my body and I could almost feel that I was about to wake up.
Have I told you that you’ve been my secret weakness for quite some time? “You and Me” has been a constant thought for me. You and me together, you and me forever. And I know you’re thinking right now that you’d never say “yes”, but what if I told you that you already have? Oh yes, in my dreams, a thousand times. In dreams that always feel so real, that my heart aches next morning when I wake up and you’re not still there; asleep by my side.
Yet today, there we were. I, lingering between sleep and awareness. You, right there, standing at my bedroom door, smiling shyly at me.
Disregarding the sudden rush of adrenaline in my veins, I was able to produce what I think is my sexiest smile and lifted my bed covers for you. With a deep breath of resolution, you slowly walked towards me, all confident and nervous at the same time, and I watched you, my heart doubling its rhythm, my hands anxious for that first and still unknown touch.
Once you were surrounded by my arms, I reveled for a while in just enjoying your presence. Feeling that my arms hurt no more, because having you within them had brought peace to both my soul and body. And as the seconds went by, contentment and joy shaped my dreamy face into a grin. I took a deep breath, full of your scent and sighed. Still in silence, I reached out for your hand. What’s that for a first touch? Intimate enough? And yet sweet?
In this peace, your perfume slowly, but steadily began to work its magic on me. Like in the cartoons, it had a body all its own, using elegant fingers, it drew me closer and closer to you, until I was burying my face in you hair, finding my way through your curls and reaching your neck, just as your hand decided to take mine for a little trip.
This part proved to be difficult. We have never touched like this. My imagination had little to work with; just your laughter and scent would have to be enough to give me the feel of your bare skin, the warmth of your body, the exact curvature of your figure... My brain did an excellent job.
As our lips came together, sending my mind into a bliss, I took my time disposing of our clothes. You lost your T-shirt first, and then your bra. Mine proved to be trickier- perhaps because it was real? And still tasting your mouth, more clothes were discarded, until all that was left was your fair skin against mine.
Every bit of the thrill I had foreseen became real at that very moment, when your pale fingers became (just like every night) the first female fingers to ever slide along the soft curve beneath my breasts.
Gently, so as to not fully wake me up, I began touching myself with your hands. And even though this same thing has happened many times before, I couldn’t help but wonder. Would you really touch me like this? Would you not shy away from my eager body arching up to you? Would you caress my breasts and then take them into your mouth with the same mad desire as I would take yours… feeling your nipples harden against my tongue?
My hands raking up and down my thighs steered me away from those worries. I noticed then, that I was already moaning and whimpering... shivering at every drop that leaked from my slit and wet my sheets, paralyzing my very heart, disposing of every coherent thought, screwing my face into an expression of pain.... wondering, always wondering how much longer till your hand would finally be between my legs... always wondering if you’d be willing.
Paying no attention to the possibility of the answer being “no”, my body became more demanding, and your hands finally obliged. With my hips furiously thrusting against your fingers, I finally found my release... a single cry on my lips: your name... and a single image within my brain: your eyes. And as I breathlessly rode the last waves of my orgasm, as I finally lay limp in my bed, as I finally opened my eyes... I couldn’t help but wish that you had been able to see me today at 6 a.m. ... so that I would not have been alone.
accio
A/N: As I am not a native speaker, I would greatly appreciate your reviews. Please, be kind to the author, but not to the story / style / grammar, etc.
A/N: lichrm, D, amore and SlyterinsWench… I love you all.
Always Wondering
I wish you could have seen me today at 6 a.m.; all tousled hair and naked skin.
I came home late yesterday. Too tired to watch TV or have dinner. Too tired to remove my make-up. Too tired to even take off my clothes. But you know me, as soon as my head was on my pillow, I was drifting into dreamland, my last heart-felt thought having been of you.
My mind must have been working in overdrive. I had lots of dreams. Dreams of nonsense, dreams of terror, dreams of love and yes, you probably already know this: dreams of lust.... Dozens of fragmented scenes and blurry faces filled my night. I wandered through every place I’ve ever visited, talked to everyone I’ve ever known. Maybe it wasn’t just a dream, but a journey. I was traveling through my life. Destination unknown, yet not unexpected. Where else could my brain take me but to you?
Leaving all the blurriness behind, your smiling face came into focus, bringing warmth and light to the scene. A tingle ran through my body and I could almost feel that I was about to wake up.
Have I told you that you’ve been my secret weakness for quite some time? “You and Me” has been a constant thought for me. You and me together, you and me forever. And I know you’re thinking right now that you’d never say “yes”, but what if I told you that you already have? Oh yes, in my dreams, a thousand times. In dreams that always feel so real, that my heart aches next morning when I wake up and you’re not still there; asleep by my side.
Yet today, there we were. I, lingering between sleep and awareness. You, right there, standing at my bedroom door, smiling shyly at me.
Disregarding the sudden rush of adrenaline in my veins, I was able to produce what I think is my sexiest smile and lifted my bed covers for you. With a deep breath of resolution, you slowly walked towards me, all confident and nervous at the same time, and I watched you, my heart doubling its rhythm, my hands anxious for that first and still unknown touch.
Once you were surrounded by my arms, I reveled for a while in just enjoying your presence. Feeling that my arms hurt no more, because having you within them had brought peace to both my soul and body. And as the seconds went by, contentment and joy shaped my dreamy face into a grin. I took a deep breath, full of your scent and sighed. Still in silence, I reached out for your hand. What’s that for a first touch? Intimate enough? And yet sweet?
In this peace, your perfume slowly, but steadily began to work its magic on me. Like in the cartoons, it had a body all its own, using elegant fingers, it drew me closer and closer to you, until I was burying my face in you hair, finding my way through your curls and reaching your neck, just as your hand decided to take mine for a little trip.
This part proved to be difficult. We have never touched like this. My imagination had little to work with; just your laughter and scent would have to be enough to give me the feel of your bare skin, the warmth of your body, the exact curvature of your figure... My brain did an excellent job.
As our lips came together, sending my mind into a bliss, I took my time disposing of our clothes. You lost your T-shirt first, and then your bra. Mine proved to be trickier- perhaps because it was real? And still tasting your mouth, more clothes were discarded, until all that was left was your fair skin against mine.
Every bit of the thrill I had foreseen became real at that very moment, when your pale fingers became (just like every night) the first female fingers to ever slide along the soft curve beneath my breasts.
Gently, so as to not fully wake me up, I began touching myself with your hands. And even though this same thing has happened many times before, I couldn’t help but wonder. Would you really touch me like this? Would you not shy away from my eager body arching up to you? Would you caress my breasts and then take them into your mouth with the same mad desire as I would take yours… feeling your nipples harden against my tongue?
My hands raking up and down my thighs steered me away from those worries. I noticed then, that I was already moaning and whimpering... shivering at every drop that leaked from my slit and wet my sheets, paralyzing my very heart, disposing of every coherent thought, screwing my face into an expression of pain.... wondering, always wondering how much longer till your hand would finally be between my legs... always wondering if you’d be willing.
Paying no attention to the possibility of the answer being “no”, my body became more demanding, and your hands finally obliged. With my hips furiously thrusting against your fingers, I finally found my release... a single cry on my lips: your name... and a single image within my brain: your eyes. And as I breathlessly rode the last waves of my orgasm, as I finally lay limp in my bed, as I finally opened my eyes... I couldn’t help but wish that you had been able to see me today at 6 a.m. ... so that I would not have been alone.
accio
A/N: As I am not a native speaker, I would greatly appreciate your reviews. Please, be kind to the author, but not to the story / style / grammar, etc.
A/N: lichrm, D, amore and SlyterinsWench… I love you all.