You know I miss you. I miss you everyday. Some days life is just very busy and those days push you in the background. Some days I miss you intensely. You know the feeling, distance does this to both of us I think. Even though we talk, you know its not the same as being with you. I cant wait for the distance to end.
I guess its one of those days where I cant stop thinking about you. I guess I was thinking about you when I drifted off to sleep today. I dreamt about us. Well to be more precise, I dreamt about you. I remember dreaming about a context and a setting but to be honest its faded into the background already, Ill try to reconstruct it for you, though the only thing I can firmly recall is the way you felt (and made me feel-the way you always feel --dream or no dream).
We were in a room. I was lying in bed turned towards you. You were sitting on a sofa next to a wall, mundane I know. We were talking, just catching up after a tiring day I guess. Routine but lovely.
You sat there looking at me, and smiled. Halfway through my sentence you smiled. I know what that smile means, you always get a faint smile right before...I dont know if you know this. You got up, walked towards me, still talking. Your voice had already changed to reflect your mood, you know that voice alone can make me quiver. At that moment I couldn't help admire the way you looked. Your eyes twinkling, your jaw partially hidden behind that scruffy beard of yours, your gaze set on me, you looked calm, sure, certain but playful. You looked downright handsome.
You walked towards me, I sat up in bed, you know I like unfastening your belt-- even when we dont hook up--- so you intentionally stood right in front of me. I looked up and smiled at you, and reached out to undo your belt. I pushed your pants down as well, all the while resisting the urge to look down, resisting the urge to see your bulge within your black boxers. I slid away from the edge of the bed and created room for you. Your fingers wrapped around my ankle and I felt you pull me towards you.
For a split second I was lying there legs apart, before you bent down and locked me in a kiss, before you were on top of me. From the moment we touched I could feel your bulge rubbing against my thigh. I grabbed the collar of your shirt as the pressure of your kiss increased. I could feel your hand moving away from my face and down my neck, pulling at the shirt I was wearing. I wrapped my arms around you, kissing you, kissing your hand that was playfully touching my face. You kissed me roughly and moved to kiss my neck. The entire time, I could feel your cock teasing me, rubbing against my inner thigh. I sat up under you, I slid my hands down away from your shirt's collar, down your arms, down your waist and pulled of that shirt you were wearing. I kissed your arms as you stripped me off my shirt and bra. We fell back down, locked in a kiss. Your hands were exploring every inch of my body. They would linger at the nipples making me wild with desire. My body craved your touch, your bulge had grown to a wonderful size and I desperately wanted to feel your cock.
I locked you in a kiss, and slowly started to sit up, while my hand rested at the edge of your boxers. As I slid my hand down over your boxers you pulled your weight off me. I got on my knees, looked up, smiled at you as your hands eagerly rushed to undo my jeans. You pulled down my jeans and panties, playfully spanked me and used a hand to force my legs partially open.