she, i

she
was a little bit drunk

i
unbuttoned her jeans

she
ran her nails across my hip

i
knelt at the end of the bed

she
kicked her panties aside

i
licked her inner thigh

she
danced side to side

i
breathed on her sex

she
took hold of my hair

i
nibbled and teased

she
writhed and danced

i
quickened my pace

she
hummed

i
pressed

she
moaned

i
sucked

she
shook
, and shook
, and shivered

i
tempered

she
glowed

i
kissed

she
shone

we
held
, our embrace
, through the night

let’s run away

there’s a large rug on the floor in front of the fire. several blankets. scattered pillows and cushions. and you. naked, entangled in them. entangled in me. i look into your eyes and touch your face. i kiss you. we melt together. we make love. and we make real, our love. everything, everything is natural and connected. familiar. you breathe my skin and i twirl your hair in my fingers. lay on my chest and hear the fire crackling. this world, this snowed in world, is nothing but warm. the fire, our skin, our being.

yeah, i’ll run away with you, to there.

Karla

I had a dream, about a giirrl named Karla. It was a sexy, sexy dream. In this dream, Karla was naked in a pool, but she was shy. I went to Karla, and kissed her knee. She must have liked being kissed on the knee, because she let me push her legs apart. Karla’s pussy was shaved, and was quite large. Her lips were swollen and red, and she looked quite delicious. I kissed along her thigh, but when I got to her pussy I woke up.

Since I woke up with a hard-on, I pressed it into my partner’s back, and woke her up. We fucked, hard, for about ten minutes. I like wake-up sex, and so does she. I didn’t tell her about Karla, and her red swollen pussy lips, because she is also friends with Karla on Facebook. We’re both friends with Karla’s fiance too.

I think I’ll keep my dream about Karla a secret. This is the third time I’ve had a sex dream about her. I hope there are more.

Stranger, part 1

From her vantage point, Rachel could see him more clearly this time. He was cooking over an open fire, which now shed more light on his bare chest than the fading light did. Just like the past three days, he was alone, and there were no signs that anyone else was with him in this secluded part of the forest.

She was lost in watching him.

Who was he? Why was he here? And what was it about this stranger that kept Rachel coming back to hike the same mountain trail, day after day?

During the past two nights, Rachel had awoken from the most erotic dreams. This man, this sexy, shirtless, all-alone-in-the-forest man had invaded her dreams to such an extent, that Rachel would wake up with her fingers already invading her sex. She awoke while touching herself the same way the stranger did in her dreams.

She’d felt nothing like it before.

She dreamt of the back of his hand across her cheek as her tucked her hair behind her ear. She dreamt of his rough fingers under her skirt, as he pressed her back against a tree. Rachel even dreamt of the smell of the open fire in his hair, as he kissed her neck.

Rachel wanted to find out more about this intoxicating man. No, she didn’t just want to, she needed to.