This story is slower than most, more concerned with the mental and emotional sides of sex than usual. If you're looking for how Dyno-dick Davey turbofucked Sorority Suzy Perkytits in all three holes until he hit yesterday's lunch in 250 words or less, eh, this probably isn't for you. Besides, there's a LOT of other authors on this site who I think tell that story way better than I could anyway. That being said, on with the dream.
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This is dedicated to all the people who wonder if olive oil comes from olives and corn oil comes from corn and peanut oil comes from peanuts, where does baby oil come from? In other words, those of us who sometimes read things sideways.
Every once in a while the universe lets you see something familiar in a new way, a way you hadn't thought of before. You wondered why neither of us hadn't noticed this before because it made perfect if twisted sense. It was just the sort of humor we both enjoyed after all. It was one of the many fetishes we had in common on FetLife, one the first ones we had each listed. It had been there for years but about a week ago when you read it again for the umpteenth time, it just struck you differently for some reason. You smiled to yourself at the thought and the image it summoned before you dismissed it as ridiculous.
The week went by with the days a little too busy and time a little too short as always. Weeks like this we took comfort in the few minutes we could steal with each other when we first woke up in the morning and those last moments on the pillow at night before we lapsed into exhausted sleep, knowing that was all time we would have with each other until the weekend. In the small hours of Thursday morning you had to rise for a few minutes as sometimes happens in the night. After you got back into bed with me you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at me for a few seconds as I slept and the idea came back to you.
That's just silly
you thought, rolling your eyes up at your own foolishness as you laid down again but in those moments before you returned to sleep you wondered
Is it really though?
All day Friday you held the thought in your mind to greater and lesser degree, again and again dismissing it for various reasons
That would never work because he would just...
but if I wait until I...
Okay fine, but he always...
hmm, no, not ALWAYS always, does he?
He said he's always up for anything anytime but did he really mean something like this?
He's never turned down a chance yet, has he?
And so on through the day, raising and defeating one objection after another until only one problem remained unresolved.
yea, but he always sleeps on his side.
That one didn't go away as easily as the rest
Having spent all day solving every other possible problem, you decided to try a dry run Friday night after we went to bed. It was the start of the weekend so there would be time if this worked. You knew you would only have one chance for everything to either come together or fall apart. You slept lightly enough so that when I got out of bed to relieve myself deep in the night you were ready. As soon as I was out of the room, you leaned over to my side of the bed and moved my pillows a foot farther from the headboard before laying back down, pretending to still be asleep. I came back to bed and exactly as you had hoped, I laid down again with my head on my pillows, oblivious to the fact that you had moved them.
You laid motionless on your side facing away from me, eyes wide open, mind racing, smiling with glee in the dark.
Never mind a dry run
you thought,