(SR) DREAM-CATCHERS
DREAM-CATCHERS
When a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about
Gabriel García Márquez
I’m watching you sleep. I love to hear you breathe when you sleep and watching your chest rise and fall. I’m looking at your perfect body, and I love your handsome, gorgeous face, your strong legs, your hands that bring me so much pleasure and tenderness. I love your fearlessness, your intellect, your curiosity, your ambition, your creativity, your kindness and loyalty, your friendship, your optimism, and the way you seek and find fun and adventure. And I love joining you in the adventure; there is so much fun to be had! I love the way you roll with the punches and don’t waste energy being stressed by much. I love the way you’re living your own life, and that you know who you are. I love that you fuck me on the grass. I love that you cook for me, and sometimes eat crap food and watch crap tv. I love the way you love me and the ways you show that love, not just beautiful words (and you say such beautiful things to me), but with meaningful actions. I love the way you make love to me. I love kissing your lips and breathing your breath and holding you close. I love how you’re not afraid of my darker side; I feel cared for and accepted despite my issues and fuck ups. I love how you love the complete me and aren’t selfish with my attention. I love how supportive and understanding you are; I know you’re on my side. I love feeling at home with you. And there is so much more I love about you now, and more to come. I truly do love you. I’m immersed in you.
I am full of the purest energy it’s exciting.
It’s a lovely physical feeling, I feel lit up and strong and bolstered by an amazing sureness. I hope so much that I can be all that you need from a partner. Sorry for all the gushiness. Well, actually, I’m not. It makes me happy to write this stuff to you, and at worst you will find it a bit “much.” I’m kept warm & content knowing you’re happy, & knowing I’m in love.
You’re still asleep. I want to wake you but I know you’re tired. I want to be with you, wordlessly stripping, scooping me up in your arms and pulling me down with you, kissing until our breath was deep, your hands over my body so it shook. I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth, playing with you, taking you in slow & deep, licking & sucking you. You in my mouth gets me so wet. I feel very owned, my mouth and throat full of your cock and so happy to have you there, drinking you & then I want to feel your hands toying with my hair, throat, breasts, tummy and finally pushing fingers inside me, rubbing my wetness all over me, watching intently as your touch makes me lose language and control and everything but pleasure. Then your mouth on my breast – sucking & biting me, then your body heavy on mine. I kiss & lick your lips & breathe your hot breath, then I feel your tongue on my pussy, getting me so hot & wet that I’m aching to have your cock inside me, with a powerful thrust that makes me gasp & lose control. Finally fucking, feeling less two separate people more waves lapping and fizzing on the shore.
Can’t wait to enter our sensual world, hot & dizzy & orgasmic, my pussy is desperate for you to bring release, with a chest heaving & tingling with love & desire & transcendental passion.
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