TV going, dog barking, phone ringing, a usual day at home. Noise everywhere and you don't even notice it anymore. Sitting there on the couch reading a steamy love story wishing that the guy in the book would knock on the door instead of the old mailman. But, we all know that never happens, so we keep right on reading our silly books. Though you're sitting there with your eyes scanning over the words, nothing is registering. In your mind, you're making up your own story. What it would be like to love a real man. But "who" is the real man? What is he? Where is he from?...
There is one guy that has gone through your mind many times, but you know you can't have him. He's unreachable. You only know him through the Internet, and everyone knows that kind of thing isn't real. But what if...I mean, Jeff is a good looking guy, I know he is, I've seen his picture (if that was really him and I think it was.) And he's really, really nice every time we talk. We can talk about anything, and have many times. He seems to understand every tiny, unimportant thing about me. And it's the same with me. We just have a connection.
Laying back, my blonde hair all hanging over the side of the couch, my book is on my chest. The sun is shining beautifully outside and I open the doors and windows to let the breeze in. That's when I like to close my eyes and just dream of what it would be like with Jeff...It would be great, I know it would. Walking through the woods, the sun shining through the leaves on the trees, making really pretty designs on the ground. So peaceful and serene. It's amazing the things you miss in everyday life.
Jeff and I are talking and holding hands while we walk. He's so sweet, and he really cares about who I am and what I stand for. He has a great sense of humor and loves to tease me. We always have such a great time together (ahhh... if only this weren't a mere fantasy...) but because it is, this is how I would want our time to be spent. As we're walking, we see a spot dug out of the earth, it looks almost like a crater, but covered with thick beautiful grass and tiny yellow wild flowers. It's a perfect picnic spot. The quilt will fit nicely in the circle. Just sitting in the sun, the breeze blowing my hair and smelling of pine and wild flowers. Jeff's voice sounds so sexy in the surroundings. I'm having thoughts I shouldn't have, but I can't help myself. I wonder if he's ever had the same thoughts.... I'm sure he hasn't.
But as we're sitting there eating, he lies down beside me and asks if he can put his head in my lap. Naturally I say yes because I've always wanted to touch Jeff in ways I shouldn't. When he lays his head in my lap, I can't help myself, but as we talk, I start to run my fingers through his hair. He doesn't seem to mind, so I let out the breath I was holding. I know I shouldn't but I move my hand down and run it over his chest, just lightly moving it in circles as we talk.
He stops talking and I move my hand quickly and apologize. But he takes my hand and puts it back, looking right into my eyes as he tells me it's ok. He tells me he's really enjoying the relaxation. As we're talking and I'm rubbing his chest, I notice the smell of rain faintly and ask if he'd like to leave. I'm shocked when he says no, that it doesn't look like a thunderstorm, just a light spring rain. I love rain, so I'm delighted that he doesn't mind to get wet. We start to talk about sexual fantasies, something we do quite a lot of. But it's almost more than I can handle being so close to him and touching him. He asks what my most secret fantasy is, but I can't tell him it's to be with him so I make him go first. He sits up, takes my face in his hands and licks my lips.
