Dream Time

The dream comes back to me in flashes. A hotel room, I can’t tell which one…

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I awake, heart pounding, breathing hard. I lie still, concentrating hard. I’m confused. I can feel you still on my skin, taste you in my mouth, smell you. But I can’t be with you – I’m sure I’m at home.  I keep my eyes closed hanging on to the sensations, feeling the throbbing between my legs subside: the warm moistness of my desire seeping down through my lips.  I lay still and listen intently – no it is not your breathing I hear – I do not feel the heat that I know comes off you in waves. I’m at home, in the one bed I never imagine you in.

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This Time…

I take a good look in the mirror and I hope that he will be proud to be seen with me – ironic considering our circumstances.

It’s been such a long time since we have seen other face-to-face I’m really not sure what to expect. We have spoken on the phone, e-mailed, flirted, laughed and I think I know the feelings we have for each other are still there. But is the chemistry? Deep-down I know it’s all good, but it’s a complicated situation and one that an over-thinker like me can tie myself up in knots over.  What if he doesn’t want me like he used to?

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The First Time

He was captivating. More than once he noticed her watching him, he held her gaze – almost daring her to act.

Despite her internal protestations that she would block-out her feelings and ignore him, throughout dinner she found herself studying him; the way he sat, the jokes he told, the way his full, soft lips formed words, the light catching his pale sapphire-grey eyes. He was captivating. More than once he noticed her watching him, he held her gaze – almost daring her to act. She felt molten when locked into these moments. The others faded from the room. It was as if they were completely alone. Continue reading “The First Time”