A Memory a Dream a Goodbye

I wake with a start, did I feel someone touch me, and is someone in my room? Is someone watching me as I sleep? I lay still breathing softly, waiting to see if there is movement or if I can hear a sound. I see in the shadows, is that movement? I catch my breath, listening, waiting and watching. I call out, "Who's there. " I wait for a response... nothing. No one is there, but the wind blowing, blowing against the house, blowing against the window, causing a stir in the curtains. In slow motion the curtains move away from the window, as if someone was standing there.

But no, no one is there, it was a dream, yes it was a dream... or was it. My body is tingling, think, come on think, think what happened... aahhmm, I remember. The wind, the wind was blowing, yes it was the wind, gently, so softly, that it felt like a hand moving across my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face.

It was the wind that moved across my nightgown, causing it to brush my body, caressing me in gentle waves. I can still feel the coolness of the fabric against my skin. I can still feel my body respond to it like it responds to my lover's touch. My nipples rise as my gown continues to flutter in the cool night air. It has been so hot out, but for some reason the air is cool tonight. Or, is it all in my mind?

I bring my hand up, reaching towards my nipples; they harden in an instance, to my touch. I rub gently, thinking of my lover and his touch as the sensation intensifies. I feel the warmth flow through my body as the desire I feel comes to the surface. I tug at my nipples, pulling and twisting them causing them to grow and harden more. I let out a soft moan; it is carried away in the breeze, lost in the moment.

The wind flows across me, the coolness mixes with the heat I'm generating causing my body to shake, to shiver in anticipation. I can feel the wetness begin; I know what is next, what I want the most. I know what I have been missing since my lover left. I slowly, every so slowly, pull my nightgown up my legs, feeling the silkiness of my gown caress my legs like my lover's hand, the movement of the gown mixes with the breeze causing a tingling along my legs. A tingling like that of when my lover touches me, loves me.

I pause for a moment, this can't be real, this is a dream, a dream of how much I miss him, I want him, I need him, but no... he is not here. But the wetness I feel is real. I reach, with one hand, to feel the wetness. I move my hand across my thigh, my hip, slowly touching my skin as I go. Feeling my skin react to the touch of my hand, ooh god you are here aren't you my lover, this is you touching me sending me on this roller coaster ride.

I touch my pubic mound running my fingers through the hair, like it is the hair on your chest. I twirl my fingers through it, knowing what is happening to my body. I slide first one then two fingers down my slit. Ooh, Yes, a moan escapes me, but his one hangs in the room because the wind has stopped, but I do not notice. The tension in my body needs release and that is all I can think of at this time.

My other hand is still pinching and pulling my nipple as I continue to slide my fingers around my slit. I am so wet, so wet with need. My fingers are coated with my juices and the room is full of the scent of my sex. I bring my fingers to my mouth, to taste me, to inhale the desire I have. The desire I have for you, my lover. So sweet I am like honey, nectar from a place very few have found, but you know this, don't you. You have tasted me on many occasions, as you sent me to heights that now are only a dream, a dream, is this a dream too. So wet, so wonderful, so full of wanting, I need you with me in my life... in me, filling me.

I slide my finger back into the wetness rubbing it all around, first one finger then two, then three... in out rubbing, stroking, circling, in out not stopping, but going faster as the need builds, "oooohhh' I moan. I stop just for a moment aaahhh... again I take my fingers to my mouth to taste the juices, the smell is wonderful erotic, thrilling... I reach back aahh I must get release. Stroking, stroking faster and faster, I can't stop, I don't want to stop, oohhh I need I need more something, anything, I need you need you to release me from this dream, from this desire. I need more... The breeze... the breeze across my body... now I remember. As I wake with a start, calling out for you, "My lover, where are you"