I can hear the echoes of laughter, my laughter. It is the first thing that greets me in this dream of mine. The second sensation to greet me is the gasp and pant for air. I am running. Dodging and twisting, weaving around obstacles, jumping out of the reach of grasping hands. The realization that I am being chased greets me like a cool kiss upon my flushed cheek. I am enjoying the chase I want to be chased.
Twisting around to catch a glimpse of you, my breath catches in my throat. You are almost upon me! With renewed energy and sweet laughter, my heart thrills at the chase, the prey slipping away from the hunter once more as I dash around a corner. It is a cry of both surprise and delight as I feel strong fingers clasp around my arm, pulling me to a stop, pinning me against the wall. Bubbles of laughter dance past my panting lips as I gaze up at you, a quiver washing through me as I see the hunger, the need burning in your gaze.
You press closer to me, forcing my body to rub intimately against yours, and a smile pulls at my mouth. The mischievous twinkle sparkling in my eyes, for I have not finished having my fun yet. I remember so much now. The teasing touches, the laughter, the looks. Taunting you to come after me, wanting you to hunt and capture me. Aching to be your prize. Now, in this moment, I have become just that; your prize. Your lips claim my own, tasting the fruits of your labor, fingers delve over my body, each caress searing my skin, branding me. How I've longed for you...
Ah, but the game is far from over, my dear. I've not yet had all my fun. Another giggle escapes me, and with my palms upon your chest holding your advance at bay, I feel my knees weaken and give way, my body sliding down yours. I want to sample what my efforts have brought me.