As many other times before, I woke up that morning completely soaked in sweat. As I stood up to head to the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed my gorgeous husband, Joe, lying in our bed. He was completely oblivious to the feverish, sexy dream that I had just had. They were always the same... Some unknown woman had climbed in to my bed and seduced me in to having mind blowing sex. I can only imagine what my therapist would say. She always told me that these dreams were part of my deep desire to experience sex with a woman. It wouldn't be so bad, but I have never seen the woman before she started appearing in my dreams.
The thought of her made me blush and turn hot. I could feel the excitement dribble down my leg. I rushed to the kitchen, drank some water and made a conscious determination to seek out a woman- any woman- that would stop the rush that I have been feeling. I just prayed that I could stop at one woman. I have a deep fear that I would turn into some kind of lesbian whore because one wouldn't be enough. I know, I will admit that my imagination runs pretty wild sometimes.
I glanced at the microwave clock. Three
o'clock? That's it? It would be another three hours until my darling woke up and would want me to prepare breakfast and go through with our morning routine. I sat down in my favorite chair and flicked on my laptop. Was I absolutely serious? I had no idea even on how to begin a search for a sex partner yet alone a female partner. Where do I start? More importantly, where do I find a website that isn't going to bring some freak knocking at my door?
I started at an infamous website where adults can find anonymous partners to explore their fantasies with. That website seemed to be the jackpot. As I created my profile and looked thru the website, I couldn't help but to be amazed on the amount of people that were looking for some fun. I was equally amazed by the revealing pictures people are allowing complete strangers to look at.
It seemed like I had been searching through millions of profiles before I came across a picture of a woman that seemed to be extremely familiar. I thought I was dreaming at first.... It was her! The woman that had been in my dreams! Right then and there, I left a puddle in my favorite chair. I couldn't get over the burning desire that this woman gave me. I perused her profile with pure hunger and decided that I needed to do it. I needed to take the leap. My fingers had a mind of their own as they moved the mouse to the "send me a message" link. I shook with desire and delight as I typed a message to her. The message went like this:
"Hello, blueeyedbeauty. My name is Tori. I know this may sound so cliché, but I have been dreaming of you. I see that you are pretty near, so would you like to get together some night for coffee or tea?"
As I clicked the "SEND" button, I gave myself a mental slap. What if she took me up on my offer? What would my husband say? What would I tell him? How would I explain that I have a hunger for the taste of another woman? How would I explain sneaking out to meet her?
I am overreacting, I thought. Who even knows if she will respond? I decided to stop thinking about her for a while and go satisfy the horny impatience coming from between my legs.
As many mornings before when I awoke from my dreams, I went in to the bathroom and locked the door. My darling vibrator even has its own hiding place in here now. I pulled him out from beneath the sink and took my position on the floor with my legs in the air. I tried playing out the desires in my head, the different ways to lick and tease, but that just made me want her more. I jammed my poor toy deep within me and turned the speed to the highest it would go. I had to put a hand towel in my mouth to keep from screaming as I exploded all over the floor. I lay on the floor for a few minutes so my heart wouldn't explode.
Once my heart returned to a semi-normal speed, I got up and cleaned up my mess. After I returned my toy to its hiding spot, I decided I would just get a shower and start preparing for my day. In the shower I let the water find its way in to all of my intimate spots. My mind started wandering and I felt a little urge again, so I removed the hose from the shower and allowed the water to massage my pulsing clit. Again my mind went back to the image of the woman in my dream. I have never wanted someone so bad in my life, yet alone a woman! The more I thought about her, the closer I got to having an orgasm. I allowed the shower head to take me to the edge and push me over.
Feeling satisfied, I climbed out of the shower and toweled off. In the other room I could hear the alarm going off. I knew it was time to pretend that I was focused on my darling husband. I can't let my mind wander when he is around.
She shook her hips at me, slowly, tempting me. I watched as she unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor. I wanted to jump up and take control, but she had given me firm instructions otherwise. She winked at me and pulled her shirt up exposing her perky breasts. She crossed the room, straddled me and began nibbling on my neck. I started kissing her back and made my way down to the curve of her wonderful, sexy, tantalizing mounds. As I was kissing, my hand started making its way down the curve of her hips and to the top of her thigh. I started moving my fingers slowly, exploring every soft and moist part of her...
"Honey?" I jumped. I didn't hear him come down the steps and put his arms around my waist. "Did you hear anything I just said?"
I shook my head. "Sorry, I must have been off
in my own world. What is it you were saying?"
"I have a business trip this weekend, so I am
afraid that we can't do our normal movie night. I hope that you aren't too upset. I promise I will make it up to you."
"Oh, that's okay honey." Right there the twinge of hopefulness arose. "I think I will call the girls and go out for margaritas instead."
"That sounds like fun. Like I said, I promise I will make it up to you. I love you so much!"
"I love you too." I kissed him on the cheek as he finished his coffee and assembled his briefcase.
As Joe walked out the door, I heard a mumbled "talk to you later." I wasn't sure what to do from there. I took my coffee and walked back over to where my laptop was sitting on the end table. I had made sure to leave it open and on while he was home. But instead of the pornographic website I was viewing before, my latest article was on the screen. I sipped my coffee and stared at the screen. No point in trying to concentrate. There was no way I could write about the latest design trends while my mind kept going back to those curves.
On a whim, I closed my document and opened up an internet browser. My hands began to shake as I typed in the website address. I followed the prompts, while closing all of the pop up windows, and logged in. I glanced around the site and got a strange butterfly in my belly when I saw that I had one new message waiting for me. As I clicked on the READ MY MESSAGE link, I resisted the urge to stop what I was doing and grab my vibrator.
