Visualize a Tiny Fantasy with Me.
Last night, I had a distinct dream about you.
Unlike my regular nightmares, I wasn't fleeing from any danger. I didn't feel the dread that typically accompanied my dreams, nor did I sense the need to relinquish control to my co-dreamers. It was simply you this time, which was a change. Strangely, it brought a sense of calm. It felt serene, even if it caused discomfort for reasons I couldn't initially understand.
We were sitting on a couch together, watching a movie. I'm unsure if we were actually looking at it since I can't recall the film's name, but it would be intriguing to know if it's something we could potentially watch together.
We grabbed positions in different corners of the couch. The seating arrangement was eerily reminiscent of a moment plagued by discomfort or distress. I crossed my arms over my chest, while you rested your head on the arm of the couch, distancing yourself from me.
Sadness permeated the air. I didn't know what had happened before this scene. The dream gradually revealed the events as it developed. However, at the time, it was unclear whether there was a prior scenario.
My mind wandered away from the movie. I skimmed through various emotions—possibly a fantasy about us, nostalgia about our interactions, but I couldn't pinpoint the exact sentiments swirling around in my head.
You appeared annoyed with yourself, and I seemed irritated. Perhaps you'd said something you regretted, or maybe I had done something that angered you. The details were unclear.
In my dream, my thoughts spiraled and I became immersed in my head. It felt like a dream within a dream. There were fleeting moments of laughter and joy, hugs that lingered a little too long, and sighs of relief. I think you were the one sighing, but it's hard to be sure. A glossy, dark grey car with a clean interior caught my attention. I said something about it being understated, and you laughed heartily, all the while blushing. Oops, it seems I'd insulted you.
You drove as I sat in the passenger seat, observing the world outside. You were a knowledgeable tour guide, sharing tidbits related to history. I was totally engrossed in your fascinating narratives.
A rabbit darted across the road ahead of us. I yelled out, grabbing your hand. You swiftly hit the brakes, and I swiftly shut my eyes, hoping against hope that the rabbit had survived. I whispered, "Did it make it across?", and your thumb massaged mine to acknowledge the furry creature's safety. I opened my eyes and saw the rabbit in the thick grass, relieved that it made it safely.
I was drained, as if my entire mental energy was consumed ensuring the rabbit's welfare. As your gaze met mine, I felt a surge of gratitude and decided it was fortunate we had avoided a potentially messy situation.
Our journey felt too short. You parked the car, and your hand slipped out of mine. I felt the urge to hold your hand a few extra seconds but decided against it. It's strange how just this simple touch felt so good, and yet it had to end.
Checking into a hotel, I found myself both apprehensive and relieved to be in a world that was "else." It's odd how I was unsure of the place I didn't want to be, but I knew we were friends for a long time; that much was certain.
You were hungry, whereas I required a shower. My anxiety made me nauseous, so I couldn't eat, so we parted. I brought my belongings into the hotel and checked in.
In a surprising turn of events, you had altered my reservation. From a cozy single room to a vast suite. You were aware that I would be staying for some time and wanted me to have enough space to avoid feeling claustrophobic in a tiny hotel room for a month. It was sweet, but it seemed like you'd planned to join me for at least a while as well.
The first thing I did was unpack. Not only my clothes, but also my personal belongings which I discretely concealed within my garments. I'm certain you were unaware of these items. Additionally, I considered displaying these items on the dresser, but decided against it since they were for my sole usage when I was left to my own devices. A sense of independence, perhaps, a temporary escape from... something challenging, yet inexplicable.
This decision did make sense. I struggle with personal challenges. It's possible you had invited me to stay as a form of monitoring. There was a fleeting glimpse of bandages and a hospital room in my dream. However, the details were vague and blurred. I massaged my wrists, trying to ward off the intruding image. Dealing with these thoughts could be postponed; my focus should be on unpacking.
You phoned up to my room and queried whether I desired any food. Referring to the mouthwatering cheesecake. You were well-informed about my fondness for this dessert. "I'm fine," I replied, my cheeks grinning. "I simply wish to rid myself of the dreariness of travel and turn in for the night."
Your friendly laughter echoed pleasantly, promoting a bigger grin from me. "How long must I remain absent?" you inquired.
"There's no need for you to disappear. The front desk can provide a key to your room as well, since you changed my reservation and all. Just retrieve it and visit me whenever you please."
"You're certain?" Your amusement flattened abruptly.
"Completely. If I'm in the shower, wait for me, suggests my reply.
"No uninvited entrances?"
"No, of course not."
"What if you seem to be in duress?" The fake concern in your voice was transparent.
I chuckled freely, a relieved smile exposed on my face. "If I appear to be in duress while jumping in the shower, it's fine to barge in then."
"I'll save you, don't fret."
I chuckled again. "I'm not worried."
"My mistake, you're never worried, Kate."
I shifted my weight in my seat and furrowed my brows. Your remark was true. "I'm not worried about drowning in the shower. Neither do I worry about you being in the shared space while I shower." My tone shifted into a playful tone. "If you feel the urge to barge in, go ahead."
"No, okay. You'll shower, bye." Your voice sounded uncomfortable. Going out of my way to turn on the TV, I inquired, "If you're okay, why the stiff posture?"
Your glance darted toward me, not turning your head though I noticed your gaze shift before it locked on the television. An enigmatic glare, was it denying irritation or even anger, or regret?
I drew my legs up onto the sofa and you half turned toward me. Your fingers brushed against my ankle. Relaxing, you placed your hand on my foot. Tension flowed away from you as your eyes glanced at my feet near yours. Maybe I instilled anxiety within you, fearing to upset me further by maintaining a distance.
Pondering the void, my thoughts were tugged back to the sofa. Feeling a tad wet with moisture, I examined you. Unease? Did your body language convey disquiet? Uncertainty? Did I somehow injure or displease you? However, there was a different meaning behind your stance.
I slid my toes in front of your leg. Initially, you tensed. But as your eyes tracked my feet, you loosened. I sensed your nervousness vanish, replaced by a sense of comfort.
My thoughts reeled back to our conversation on the couch. My hair was damp. As were yours. Was this a reminder of our shared shower experience? My brows knitted, puzzling over the situation. Are you alright?
The urge burgeoned to inquire about your emotional well-being. Yet, I refrained, questioning if I had upset you, wounded your emotions. Would your unease have the potential to grow further if I probed for clarity? Maybe my own apprehension was the reason for your unease.
I gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, even though the atmosphere felt a bit tense.
You didn't exactly flash me a warm, welcoming smile. Instead, you more so offered a half-smirk that seemed laced with relief. You placed my foot on your lap and your posture softened, causing my hands to fall to my sides. Was it really me who was uneasy? Your relaxation in response to my acknowledgment felt oddly peaceful.
You rubbed my foot and we both settled back onto the couch. You shifted your attention to the TV, sporting a cheerful smirk as I tried my hardest not to burst into laughter. My feet were incredibly ticklish and you had me on the ropes, unintentionally.
I struggled to maintain focus on the movie we had playing. Your fingers pressing into the bottom of my foot was incredibly distracting, and things got more intense as you softly brushed my toes. Have you always known how ticklish I am? I desperately attempted to suppress my laughter, fearful you'd restrain me and force laughter out of me to the point of begging you to stop. I really needed the tickling to halt pronto. This was my desired outcome, after all.
You shifted your hand back up to my ankle. Praise the heavens, you moved away from the ticklish spot and your fingers gently traced my ankle and up my lower leg. This was a pleasant sensation. The feeling of being touched so lightheartedly comforted me.
Your fingertips continued up my shin, and you pulled me a little closer to you, using my leg. It wasn't hateful, but I didn't mind it. My lip inadvertently caught between my teeth as I stifled a moan while aiming to remove my foot from your grasp; however, I accidentally curved my sole over your thigh, with my toes teetering on the edge of inappropriateness.
You firmly held my foot, guarding against any mischievous temptation. Am I teasing you? No, I wasn't aiming to annoy or tease you. I just appreciated the physical connection between us.
Part of me expected you to exit and perform some other task. However, you shimmied closer to me. "There's something we should discuss about what occurred earlier," you said, your voice sounding more raspy and deep than usual.
"Regarding?" I peered up as you regained possession of my foot, drawing me toward you with it.
"We can't pretend that didn't transpire."
Huh, what happened? I don't recall... "Remind me of what specifically we need to talk about?"
You approached me aggressively, capturing my attention. "Cut the bullshit. You're well aware of what you suggested."
Really? "Enlighten me?"
You employed a tight squeeze on my face, drawing me toward you roughly. Not soft or kind, but somehow, it sent shivers down my spine and awakened pleasure within me. "I'm going to do what you want," you whispered, your breath tickling my neck. "My answer is yes. It's been yes for quite some time, but if you didn't already comprehend that, then you're utterly clueless."
What exactly did I propose?!
Your lips brushed my neck, inciting a whimper from me. This was not what I had anticipated. We weren't supposed to trespass any boundaries, yet your intense gaze and potent grip were arousing me unexpectedly.
Just what did you say 'yes' to?
Your lips felt soft against my skin and my arousal heightened.
I shivered as you straddled me, my heart pounding fast. You loomed over me, demanding my attention with intensity in your eyes and strength in your holds. Could I have asked you to engage in sexual intercourse? Was that what you were replying to?
Your lips pressed gently against my skin and my breath quickened. Your hands secured mine effortlessly, further emphasizing the dominance in your actions. I pouted mildly and you offered the faintest smirk. The keen sadness in your eyes made it difficult for me to determine if your actions were merely adhering to my command or if you craved to do what you were doing but thought I'd stop you. It was challenging to tell.
You kept staring at me, your eyes scanning mine as your grasp tightened. I had no clue what you were searching for, but you didn't appear to find it. At least, your facial expression and demeanor didn't change if you did.
Your tight hold on my wrist contrasted with the gentle kiss you placed beside my lips.
Then, I was back within my thoughts, back inside the dream within a dream. I stood in the shower, lazily washing the fragrance of outsiders and traveling from my skin. I exhaled, feeling content under the hot water. My hair was up; I didn't intend to wash it.
My hands caressed the lathered suds over my chest and down my sides, and I paused when I heard the hotel room door open. My eyebrows lifted, and I waited, listening. Would you test my invitation or go wait on the couch? The period between the door closing and you moving again appeared to last forever, but the bathroom door handle twisted gradually. Was you attempting to conceal that you tested me? Afraid I'd become upset?
The door opened, and a gust of cold air cleared some of the steam. "You're welcome to enter, if you'd like," I suggested, attempting to sound nonchalant, but you didn't speak.
Your silhouette darkened part of the partially transparent shower door, but you still remained silent. Leaned back against the sink and crossed your arms over your chest. I rolled my eyes and opened the shower door slightly. The glass became clear again, and you instantly raised your gaze.
"Jesus, Liz, what if it wasn't me?"
"Would hinge on how attractive I found the intruder, I suppose." I smirked and you frowned for a moment before smiling.
"You are so..."
I interrupted you, didn't genuinely want to hear the conclusion of that statement. "Would you care to join me?" I questioned, feeling as though I'd said it just before, but hoping it would alter the subject. Changing the focus kept your internal discourse from lingering.
It took a moment for you to interpret the gravity of my remark, but you did, and your eyes returned to me. Were you taunting me? Assessing if I'd dismiss it as a joke and I didn't want you in the shower with me? I smiled and lowered my gaze then stepped back under the water.
The glass lost its opaque covering and whether you joined me or not, you could observe me and I could observe you. One of us was considerably less vulnerable than the other.
Was I unnerving you by being so blunt and forceful? Perhaps. But I maintained my gaze slightly away, a gentle smile on my countenance. How else could I persuade you I meant what I utter? How could I coax you to join me? I considered my choices, but while I did, you began unclasping your shirt's buttons.
Where would this lead? I wasn't there to... carry on any actions, so why was I pushing it so fervently? Glimpsing what you would perform? Would you cease it prior to we transgressed limitations? Would I? Had no idea, but desired to uncover.
I steered clear of looking directly at you. Didn't want to frighten you. Your cuffs were undone, then you removed the button-up. I attempted to deny my smile, or observing. Keeping a single eyebrow from raising in curious appreciation was tricky.
The t-shirt beneath your button-up came off, then you discarded your shoes and tugged them off. Your socks were discarded next, and then your belt. Your clothing ended up on the sink alongside your shirt and your underwear gathered on the floor at your feet.
Your hands concealed yourself as you stepped into the shower with me. I reached around you and closed the shower door again. My hand pressed against your abdomen for support, and you quivered; a suppressed moan nearly escaped as your hand relocated to my wrist. Initially, it felt as though you were going to move my hand, yet I met your gaze.
You weren't much taller than me, but the disparity felt substantial as I looked up at you. I tucked my head to the side, and your thumb caressed my wrist. I shivered; an ominous thought pervaded my thoughts, and I withdrew from your touch.
"Is this too much, too fast?" I inquired, brushing aside the uneasiness. Maybe bypassing any questions first.
Your lips pressed against mine, yanking me from my fantasy memories and returning me to the sofa with you, back to the primary dream. "Yes," you said. Too much, too soon?
The closeness of our lips made it difficult to regenerate my thoughts in that exact moment. As your tongue penetrated my mouth, I was taken aback by how intimately you intertwined with me. My clothing consisted of denims and a simple T-shirt, while yours did as well. However, I remained unsure whether or not you were dressed underneath.
Your body lay atop mine, and you extended your hand until it slipped beneath my shirt. As I tensed up, you passionately groaned against my lips, leaving your fingertips to brush across the lower slope of my breast. Countless butterflies fluttered all at once, igniting my desire.
In response, I instinctively initiated a kiss. I cupped the back of your neck and brought you towards me. The heat you exuded was comforting, and your hand ascended, fully encompassing my breast by way of a soft squeeze. Why had we opted for clothes following the shower? I craved to be nude under you. It wasn't the purpose of my presence, but it's what I yearned for.
When you broke contact, I protested.
Smiling, you inquired, "What are we doing, Kate?" Instead of touching my cheek, your hand rested there.
"Whatever we want,” I remarked.
"And if I long for something other than to injure you?"
I smiled and retorted, "Whatever you desire, then."
Your hand once more retrieved my cheek, pressing your lips against mine. We revisited the shower, and the development of our relationship became more distinct in my mind.
"No," you stated. "It's not too swift." For a moment, you gazed into my eyes before we exponentially averted our gazes. "But it's quicker than expected."
"I'm not a fan of slowness."
"Or gentleness," you divulged.
I leaned into your palm and your thumb moved against my lower lip. "Tenderness can be enjoyable," I mumbled, a known weakness of mine that you were aware of. My mouth opened slightly, and your thumb prodded it before you lowered your lips to mine.
Though I anticipated you would kiss me once more, your cheek brushed mine, and your lips mystifyingly channeled warmth against my earlobe. "I aim to spend a considerable duration of time with you. Relish it," you declared. Delighted by this, I desired the same.
Surprisingly, you were cognizant of the desires I held. I might've thought you hadn't paid attention, but you apparently had. Over the years, we had discussed our respective pleasures and tastes extensively, and you seemed to have retained the information. Had I been convinced you hadn't comprehended? Most do not listen. But apparently, you had.
I wriggled and moaned as your lips were instilled against my jaw. Then your teeth grazed across my neck while your thumb caressed my tongue, engaging my lips in an ongoing struggle for dominance. Losing my dominance contributed to my willingness to comply with your directions. If you led, I would follow unquestioningly. We would've excellently participated in those absurd corporate team-building retreats. If you had instructed me to gallop, I would've done so.
You extracted your thumb… then I resumed my position on the couch with you. You gathered my jaw in your hand, exerting a potentially bruising hold on it. Your lips returned to mine, and we entangled each other momentarily before you scratched my lip and removed my shirt. My breasts were not large or provocative; they were simply modest—yet, that failed to impede you.
"Displaying disdain for you is no longer an option," you asserted.
The sensation of your fingers caressing my breast through the remaining piece of clothing resonated with the feeling of the shower.
When I stepped into the shower room, our reflections looked back at us from the mirror on the wall. You stood there with one hand cupping your erection, pressing it against your stomach. An impulse inside urged me to press back against you, but I let it go and let you take control, with you reaching for the doorknob to close it again.
Our history was known to each other. You well knew my weak points, and I could not help but appreciate the way you exploited them. To be touched by my own desires by someone else's hand was a tantalizing reminder of how I wished to submit.
My hair was brushed back by your other hand, running through my locks and making a path from my left shoulder to my right. You possess me with a rough grip at times, but you can also be so gentle. It's these dualities in your touch that drive me crazy.
"Oh man..." I muttered in a watery monotone. The other hand drifted across my chest before landing on the handle of the shower wall. Your lips were dripping with water as they met my left shoulder, leaving prickly points of moisture standing there. Your lingering kiss sparked the desire to wrap my arms around your neck while my other hand traced the bottom of your spine.
You grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me closer, leaving a mere hint of a wet mark where your teeth had sunk into my shoulder. I hung on to the shower wall with my free hand, cinching my knees together as you stroked your hand up my stomach and down to my breast. The rest of my world dissolved as you steadied yourself between my thighs.
"Please..." my lips could barely form the word.
"What is it, Kate?" you purred in my ear.
"Fuuuuckkk..." the feelings of anticipation built up to this point were surely apparent in the sweetness of that one-syllable word. But they could not compare to the way they felt when you began to nibble and suck on my shoulder. I couldn't tell if the move was deliberate or not, but I braced against the shower wall and ran my other hand over your shoulder to show my feeling. Suddenly, you had changed your approach to hold back, requesting my thoughts.
"I want you to... feel my pleasure..." I whispered breathily.
Your fingers slid through my hair, your fingertips promiscuously dancing along my skull as your other hand reached around again to grasp my scarred breast. I held you tight as your hips met mine.
"Rough... or... gentle?" You whispered, knowing exactly what I wanted.
I turned my head, bobbing up and down onto your shoulder and biting my bottom lip. I was too caught up in the feel of you to answer. Instead, I sunk downward, my back arching to expose my vulnerable sexuality.
"Yes," I moaned, my eyelids fluttering with anticipation.
You know my desires and they make my tongue lick its lips.
I slid my hand around your waist, gripping tightly and urging you further into my hands. my fingers were trembling with desire as they came to rest on your hip. Your other hand found my breast, kneading and twisting it until I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed you into my pussy and as we met, I could feel every muscle at once vibrating with our shared euphoria. The back of my heel was flat against the wall, knees weakened.
"This is what I wanted..." you sighed against my jaw, your cock still thickly nestledered between my thighs. I loved this show of force, I craved this. You are so strong, my heart beat faster and faster with each cycle.
"I need to fuck you," I panted, my lips trembling.
"Do you?" you purred, capturing my jaw and stabbing me with a playful smile.
"Take me," I breathed, all the power and fierceness you had used on me before was transferred into my skeletal system.
My heart beat faster as your fingers roots combed through my hair like rays of light, swaying and waving with your every action. I gulped and slid our hands away from the wall to wrap around you. Slipping your fingers across the calf of my leg, gripping it tightly, you plunged deep into me, provoking the lubrication of my deepest need.
As always, your lips pressed to the back of my jaw when your fingers released my leg and brushed across my hip to check my readiness. I closed my eyes and imagined your stiff cock pounding into my wet neediness. Your unforgettable touch on my breasts and the feelings you hand unleashed surfaced prominently.
This is my nature, being toyed with but secretly craving dominance. You had fulfilled it during our entire relationship, but never like this, never so entwined with raw hunger. "Would you like to be my captor?" you asked innocently.
I stood in a single movement, finding strength the moment you allowed it. You had given me a taste of total control, and there was no turning back. My eager hands held you near as our intimate dance began anew.
To keep myself standing, I struggled as my legs shook. My heels struck the shower floor, forcing you to penetrate me even deeper. I loved the sensation of pain. My fingertips traced the back of your hand, caressing it softly. Your touch was delightful, teasing, maddening, yet incredibly satisfying. Your hand let go of my hair and went to my waist, wrapping around me. The only thing holding me together was you.
Your thrusts slowed down, and I begged, "No, no, stop, but please don't..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, but please don't."
Without missing a beat, you reverted to your powerful, almost painful thrusts. I was on the brink of another orgasm, and you knew it. Capitalizing on my eager anticipation, you delivered a climax that left me reeling and almost collapsing.
Sliding out of me, you guided me to the floor in the shower. My legs still shook haphazardly. Once I collected myself, I gazed at you as you wanked your cock. I didn't resist, opening my mouth and sliding it over your dick. It felt so good, having your hands in my hair. They tried to restrict my movements, adjusting the pace. I didn't want it gentle. I wanted rough.
"Please, I want...," I couldn't complete the sentence. You slowed me down, limiting my movement. I begged, "Please, more, Sir," but you continued to resist.
I motioned for you to go faster, gradually taking more of you into my mouth. Your hands clutched my hair, urging me closer to your cock. I surrendered to your desires. Spurred on by your arousal, my mouth groped your dick. You were close, and I wanted to push you over the edge.
You held back and I felt helpless. I wanted to suck you off, but you wouldn't let me. I did as you instructed, my tongue swirling around the underside of your shaft. Your hands rubbed the back of my head, encouraging the movement.
I could sense you were close. Instructionally, you breathed, "Touch yourself, please."
I nodded and my hands rubbed my sensitive areas. You kissed my lips and neck, liking my skin. When I spread my pussy, you watched with keen interest. My ass rocked against yours in response. You leaned in for a kiss. My hips moved involuntarily, yet rhythmically, over your rigid cock. You groaned, and I cried out in pain. You lifted my head up and proclaimed, "This feels good, I didn't expect this."
I was essaying to increase my momentum to include your shaft in my movement, but you held me back. I was aroused by your determination. I whined in desperation. You revealed, "I want you too."
I rotated my hips, feeling each hard thrust. You enveloped a nipple with your lips, nibbling and tugging it. My body tilted forward to provide easier access, and your hand slid down my waist to support me.
Gently you asked, "Cum on my face, want me to taste it, Sir," and you nodded in agreement. My hands seized your dick, determined to bestow your virility on my mouth.
You guided me down onto your lap, but then you entered me. It was the perfect blend of tenderness and roughness. Your prowess and control compelled me to yield to your every demand. The sensations were extraordinary, too much, yet satisfying. You leaned forward to kiss me.
"Don't worry," I assured, "you're in full control, Sir."
Without warning, your thrusts intensified. I wailed, my breasts arched and presented themselves. My hips moved off your lap, positioning myself above your erection. You thrust upwards, propagating unimaginable pain. I begged, "Cum now, Sir, please."
You held back. Your hands began to squeeze my hips, speeding my movement with the same intensity as yours. You thrust aggressively into me. "Kate," you groaned, "Touch yourself."
I nodded, gripping my pussy to alleviate the tension. You lay back and I rode you on your lap. You held my breasts. You teased, offering your tongue to play with and heighten the sensation. My breaths were labored.
I was close. My hands found your nipples and massaged them, pushing and pulling them. You looked up at me, one hand held the nipple, the other manipulated my body. I was unexpectedly overcome by an upsurge of passion that made me break away from your nipples. I gasped, looking up at you. My brows furrowed as my breathing intensified. "Cum for me, Sir," I begged, and your head dropped momentarily.
You gripped your cock as you gushed, pushing into my body. Our bodies shook. "Kate," you breathed. The sight of you cumming overwhelmed me. I begged, "Please, blow on me, I'm close."
You did. Your mouth covered one of my nipples while your fingers pinched and teased the other. I sighed, "Cum on me, Sir."
You complied, and your hand rubbed your cum and my juices all over me. I tilted my head back, moaning. You caressed my breasts and trailed your fingers down my torso, ending in my pussy.
I wrapped my arm behind your neck, bringing you close to me. Our lips met passionately, creating a connection as my tongue demanded access to you. You moaned, and I moved my wet, slick pussy over your cock repeatedly. Our kisses deepened and our breaths became hurried. My fingers grew rougher on your clit, resulting in a painful grip on your hips. I moaned into your mouth, causing you to pull me down hard just as my orgasm hit, squeezing and pulling at you as I moved my hips and whimpered next to your ear.
You climaxed soon after me, emitting rhythmic grunts that coincided with each burst of cum you released deep within me. We parted our lips but remained close, breathing heavily. The soothing water flow surrounding us was a welcome sensation.
I was the one who disrupted the moment. "Do you not love me?" I asked, sadness filling my voice.
You didn't answer, but your shoulders slumped as you sighed.
..
'Yes,' you'd said as you lay over me on the couch.
My gaze shifted to your eyes, and tears threatened to cloud my vision. The body language on the couch was of fear and disappointment. This dream was multilayered and confusing, making it difficult to track the 'dream memories' from the dream that began when I stepped into it. Everything felt unclear, except for us on the couch mentioned earlier.
You looked angry, and I didn't even know you had removed one of my jeans' legs while I had been contemplating and attempting to remember what I had asked you. You continued your aggressive thrusts into me, and my back arched. Your hand was on my neck, squeezing gently, enough to let me feel it, but not enough to hurt.
You'd said yes, so were you punishing me at this point in the dream for the following reasons: making you admit it, me asking if you didn't love me, me wanting you not to love me? I didn't quite understand why, but it was evident you were angry, and you were taking out your anger on my body by satisfyingly penetrating me.
I entwined my leg behind your back and pulled you closer to me. "I'm sorry," I assured.
Your hips began to move more erratically, and your hand loosened from my neck as you lowered yourself onto me. You struggled to speak but managed a simple response. "Why?"
"Because I share the same feelings and I'm aware I'm not supposed to."
Your thrusts picked up speed as if to answer me. "Why?"
My hands entangled in your back, yanking you down to me. "Because I feel the same and I know that's not supposed to be the case."
You kissed me passionately, your hips pushing faster, driving your cock even deeper inside me. I whimpered in pleasure, and you pinched my ass, lifting me so that you could sit up. You relished watching your cock stretching me open. You filled me completely, and I was stretched to my limit. Your hand moved to my hip, lightly grazing my clit, causing me to arch my back and bite my lip.
You came inside of me for a second time, but you made sure to make me finish with deep kisses and gentle finger movements. Then, we collapsed together on the couch, abandoning the movie we were watching for more intimate exploration.
..
Your soft lips touched my ear, and you murmured something unclear. I stop speaking and listen intently. "Did you fall asleep?"
"Ah, no. I was just checking something online."
That wasn't surprising. "Something more exciting?"
"Yep."
"When will you share it with me?"
"Give me a minute here, okay?"
I sigh and nod, even though you can't see me. "Yeah, okay." I recline on the couch and run my hands through my hair. A few moments later, my phone dings, and I glance at the screen. It's an image from your computer: a flight reservation and a local hotel. The dates were barely a week away.
I jolt upright. "It was only a dream..."
"Yes, but it was a wonderful dream."
"I know, but..."
"And we have no other obligations, right?"
"Right, but..."
"And we don't have anyone else in our lives right now, correct?"
"Yes, but..."
"And I do love you."
I soften at this. We're friends. We work great as friends. "This isn't a good idea..."
"No, but I'm going to make it one because my desire is completely overwhelming."
I sigh. You chuckle. "It could endanger our friendship though."
"It won't. I won't let it."
I struggle with your logic. "But..."
"Because I won't."
I sigh once more. You laugh.
Oh my, those hearty laughs of yours are simply delightful. "Indeed, sir."
There's a slight movement as you adjust yourself. "Sure, I do enjoy that."
I can't help but grin. Well, I sure hope we'll carry on with that once things get going. Hopefully, you're as eager as I am... "I am too." My tone is gentle, and there seems to be a contented sigh from you. Is that what I think it is?
Absolutely. We'll be reunited soon.
