"Wait...Wait...No...don't end. I don't want to be here. Just five more minutes. No...fuck...I cannot believe it's already over. If I could just get back to her...I don't want this to be forever lost. I don't want to be longing for her all day."
Adele tosses and turns in her large bed, reaching over to the other side and realizing it was in fact cold and empty. She wishes for only another few minutes to stayed deep into the most tantalizing and erotic dream she can ever remember having. As the light creeps through the cracks between the drapes, and her conscious mind begins to separate dream from reality, a deep sense of desire floods over her.
"I want to see that sexy face again, I want to feel that soft skin. I want to feel her fingers trace the outline of every part of me. I want to swell for her. Her touch left me wanting. Damn, I was so close, and it felt so fucking good."
Adele pulls the covers back up over her face, trying to avoid letting the light of the room and the cool crisp air from bringing her fully into the world of the awake. She keeps her eyes closed and goes over and over the images in her mind, getting her more and more aroused. She can picture the setting, the dim lit room, the smell of candles burning, the feel of skin against hers, the scent of the beautiful woman so close to her, the way she was touched, the way she was kissed, the feeling of lust in her most inner core. She could visualize the curve of her perfect ass, the rounding of her hips, the softness of her breasts, the feel of her stomach being kissed.