In My Dreams

I feel you in my dreams. At night you come to me, your hand gliding along my skin, caressing my neck and cheek. We don't talk, but I feel your kiss on my forehead, I feel the weight of your body pressing down on mine. I grow wet, aroused, needy.

I arch as I feel your hand run the length of my body, between my breasts, over my stomach towards my pussy. I need your touch. I'm alone too much. I turn away, knowing you are but a dream, but you grasp my face in your palms and make me look at you. You tell me dream, vision or hallucination, you're here with me now and that's all that matters.

I want to dance with you. I want to lose myself into your essence, just for a little while. I want you to bring my body to life, pleasure and satisfy me.

I reach between my legs, dip into my own wetness.

I wish you were here.

Sadness starts to creep in, but I push it aside and I give myself to the part of you I can have.

Make love to me. Remind me how we used to be together, of how you used to love me.

Make my body feel all the things only you bring to it.

Bring me to life.

I run my hands up your back, digging my nails in, begging you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you as a part of me. Maybe it's silly, but I want to be one with you, whole, even just for a little while.

Somewhere in the deep ethereal space where there is no time or restraint, I feel you.

My body welcomes yours as if it were simply an extension always meant to be a part of it.

I writhe as your cock pushes inside me deeply.

My pussy contracts around you. I'm already wanting to come.

We find our rhythm, riding one another, our bodies like a graceful wave moving together, bringing us both closer to the abyss.

I'm becoming breathless. I need the orgasm. I'm so close I can feel it, right there, just out of reach. I start to cry, you fuck me harder, moving deeper inside me and it takes me that last little way over the edge where my entire body contracts and holds on the top of this glorious wave of erotic bliss.

I feel your hands on my breasts, running down my sides to my hips. You pull me harder onto your cock, plunging into me a few more times before I feel the warmth of your cum invade my body, filling me, restoring me.

I wrap my legs around you and hold you tight, as if somehow I can prevent you from leaving me that way.

After the tumult you wrap your body around mine, laying atop me in the aftermath, we are one. I feel whole and you whisper in my ear, "I will always love you."

If only that were true, but in my dreams at least, it is.