Recently, I've been having some intense sex dreams. I decided to write one down in hopes that I am not the only one who can enjoy it.
She comes to me at night like falling rain. Her perfect pink lips feel cool on my soft skin. She lurks in the shadows, and I see her move every so often. She shifts as though she is invisible, but I feel her watching me. I feel her eyes press into my body. I try to cover myself with the covers, blushing softly. It has been so long since anyone had ever looked at me like that.
So, I silently wait. Large waves of energy rush up and down me. I want her, I want her to touch me. God, I want it so badly. It had been so long since I'd been in heat, since I'd felt so passionate about anything but my studies. With my nose pressed to a book, I tended to forget the joys. The joys of another woman's companionship and touch. Yet, she was there to remind me.
I forgot what it felt like to have sex. The sheets clinging to my thin, naked body, while a butch woman, who likely would be my girlfriend, with soft arms and a nice smile lays next to me. She would smile at how my heartbeat raced, how my face would take on a young look, how she could bring me to such great orgasm. I had forgotten the way you feel after sex, the way your body feels so sensitive to touch. The way your body craves it more, more, more. You just want it more and more. No wonder the real original sin was sex.
She makes her way over to me, pale blue wisps of moonlight illuminate the room. I see her leg emerge. It looks like a painting with filmy brushstrokes, gorgeous shadowing. I want to lean down and kiss up that leg until I reach her molten core. The pride and joy of a woman. Yet, I know I must wait for her to come to me. Sexuality is fickle that way.
I am taken back to my first deep kiss with a woman. The woman's short red hair woven through my fingers as I kissed her again, and again, and again. I couldn't stop, her lips were luscious. They drew me in, and I could have kissed them forever. Soft, smooth pink lips that I never wanted to break away from, not even to catch my breath.
Out comes her arm, her soft pale, plump arm. I want to bite on it, suck on it. I want to make a home in her arms, in her body. I catch a whiff of her from across the room, she is old spice and forest. I can't stifle my moans, nor do I particularly want to. I want to slip my hands into my molten pussy and cum all over.
"It's okayyy to want me." I hear her calling out from across the room. For so long, I had suppressed the feeling of wanting anything. I had convinced myself that it was plenty good to read, go out with friends. I had convinced myself that I was better off without another woman. Yet, here she was, and all I could think about was giving in. Giving in to her touch, giving in to the sweet feelings of orgasmic bliss that I had been craving for months.