Some Thoughts, A Fantasy…
Dreams
(Heads up, this isn’t like my normal posts. I decided to write some soft erotic fiction, it doesn’t get too explicit, but fair warning…Let me know if I should explore more…)
The swish of a car drives by on the wet road every once in awhile.
Steady random flickering tic tac sounds pepper in between.
I sit in my chair, gazing out the window in the dim morning light, and back to the bed I had just gotten out of.
Like a radiant fire, her flowing long red hair swirls around her face, over her shoulders, and trails down just before her nipples on her steady breathing chest.
Slowly and rhythmically as she sleeps, the fullness of her round breasts rise and fall.
My eyes flow lower and across her body, the sheets loosely cover her hips and legs.
My tongue lightly parts open my mouth to moisten my lips, unconsciously getting lost in the vibrant memory of the night before, I can still taste her…
The lights are flashing, the bass pulses, ecstatic energy fills the room!
Dancing, flowing, feeling the rhythm of the music, I see her. That red hair whipping around, her arms in the air, a tight white tank top with black fishnet shirt pulled over it. Her hips swaying back and fourth perfectly with the music, the fullness of her bum bouncing back and forth captivates me.
Fuck don’t stare…
I get back into the groove moving, turn my focus away, I close my eyes and let the music overwhelm my senses again.
When I open them again, I scan the crowd around me…
I feel a hand on my back and I turn around and it’s her! I freeze like a deer in headlights for second, and she smirks and then giggles. The music to too loud to talk, but I can see the look in her eyes. We share a moment captivated in each others gaze, then her hand reaches out “come on!” and she grabs my hand, then quickly twirls me around, shaking me from my stunned look. I smile back at her, and we start to dance together…
The movements became synchronized as we got into bed together.
Just like on the dance floor, our bodies matching rhythm.
I lay back, she crawls over me, her face meeting mine and we kiss for a moment before she pulls away and starts kissing down my neck, over my breasts.
Her hands gliding up to continue caressing my breasts as her mouth lightly drags across my belly, kissing me, lower, over my belly button, lower, her chin brushes my pubic hair, lower, and I feel her soft lips meet my body again, and then they part as her tongue meets my clit…
A phone alarm starts going off “Oh shit! Sorry!”
My mind snaps out of the dream state I had replaying last night in my head, and I jump up to turn off my phone.
She starts to wake up, “It’s Saturday, what the hell?” she mutters back. Rubs her face then sits right up, those full breasts bouncing with her excited motion, “Damn last night was pretty fun huh?”
“Um, oh yeah! Of course!” I stammer out. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. We just spent the night together, and did—wild—things together for hours after we got back to my place. Something about her stunning beauty, and unflinching confidence, I was enraptured by it, and intimidated at the same time.
“Hey, you want some coffee?” I awkwardly manage to ask, trying to be cool.