Sunday, May 21, 2006

This morning...

Your arms wrapped around me...your lips pressing against my neck...

I'm sore. We practically tore each other apart last night.....

I am surprised by your gentleness now, as you lightly stroke my breasts...

I turn in your arms and press my lips against yours.

I love kissing you baby.

Your fingers trail down my back and grip my ass.

I fling my left leg over your body, straddling you.

I stretch and purr.......and open my eyes to an empty bed.

I gasp as I realize I am alone.....it was just a dream.

*sigh*

Vicodan makes me dream about sex. It's torture.

7 comments:

Me said...

Oh but torture can be such a double-edged sword can't it...

sweet pleasure of fantasies on one side - sharp pain of reality on the other.

CS

LL said...

I drank until I puked and passed out, and when I woke up this morning, I puked again. I would have been better off with your vicodin.

James Scolari said...

mmm. i love sex dreams.

Unknown said...

hmmm I don't dream anymore; I'm always just toast when I go to bed. Maybe I need some vicodin LOL...

WDKY said...

Mmmm... that sounded rather nice. You can stay over ANY time!

Suze said...

Evie, was the Freak still fishing. I'll be right over. ;)

Blondage said...

Suze, he's back, but come over anyway!

WDKY....ok, I'll be right over for one of those "four" nights.....

Lisa, vicodan makes me dream mostly about sex, but sometimes it gives me creepy dreams too. Ick.

Bare Frame, email me damnit!

LL, if it was legal, I'd mail ya some.

Cuddleslut.....indeed. OOmph.

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