A girl’s fantasy

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A girl’s fantasyI haven’t heard from you in two days. I check occasionally, to see if Ihave missed a call somehow or to see if my phone is even stillworking…for months we have had daily contact, so to be without yousuddenly seems…empty and wrong. And what’s more, I am starting to worry,a vicious quality of my nature. To only believe something AWFUL hashappened…he has moved on, gone to jail, died in his sleep.Feeling utterly ridiculous, I slide into the tub, close my eyes…let myhead fall back against the porcelain. The water is so hot that my skinturns red. The sounds outside are of leaves falling, tapping softlyagainst the windows, a neighbor’s dog howling at the full moon, theoccasional slam of a car door…inside the house it is quiet, save the softmusic filling my ears as I soak.”I got plans for both of us that involve a trip out of town To a placeI’ve seen in a magazine That you left lying around I can’t hold my liquorbut I keep a good attitude Because it’s all right, some enchanted nightI’ll be with you”Hoisting myself from the still water, I wrap a warm towel around mybody, and slide into my sheets, water still clinging to my skin. I go tobed with the window open, a chilly breeze against my cheek. I am dreamingof you before I know it, replacing the cool air with your gentle kisses. Tracing a path down your silky chest with my fingertips. Hearing youralmost-inaudible moan as my fingers move further down. Now I am deepasleep. I don’t hear him slide into bed beside me. I don’t notice hisrough kiss on my shoulder as he drifts to sleep. I don’t remind him tolock the front door.Waking up is torturous at 3 am…I do it often, for my job requires it,but it doesn’t get easier. The sound of my cell phone ringing from thenight stand often sounds like an air raid to me. It means no sleep! Norest until when? Tomorrow? The next night? The next? But now, the onlything I am aware of when I awake is a firm hand covering my mouth. My eyeswiden to take in the dim light. My body curls protectively away from thesource of my entrapment. Another hand is on my thigh, pressing me deepinto the bed, trying to prevent my violent thrashing…I gather my wits,relax my muscles, and look up.Your eyes are staring back at me. I am not dreaming anymore. I amafraid.You don’t wait for me to change my mind. Scooping up my body into yourarms, you pause to cover me with a sheet against the cold. Oh, myGod…the things that are going over in my mind…all those lostconversations when I told you I would not be afraid, that I would do allthe things I had promised, that we could find a place to get lost…andhere, now, you are stealing me away from my life and I am afraid. Not ofyou, but of myself. My own dreams, urges, sensations…what I am cominghome to, IF I am coming home. I can’t help it – in a fever of emotion, Icry.You have a car waiting, of course, sitting in the street behind myhouse, engine running. The driver nods as you enter the car with my nakedform in your arms. I want to speak, but I don’t know what to say. Youdon’t wait for me.”You don’t want to come?” Wiping tears from my cheek. Your face isbeautiful güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri in the half light, lips full and soft, eyes wide and shining.”I do…I do…I just…I didn’t know…I thought you were….”Sentences refuse to form, instead witless words spit from my mouth. “I wasworried.”You smile. “I was on my way to you…I didn’t want to warn you. I wasafraid you would change your mind. I wanted it to be real…” You havebeen rearranging us as you speak, shifting into the seat and placing me onmy knees before you, my head resting on your thigh. “You weren’tlying…you really do sleep naked…”I laugh. “I didn’t lie about anything,” I say. The car begins to move.I am shocked that no one has seen us, nor apparently even noticed that I amgone. I move to sit beside you on the seat but your hands are firm on myshoulders.”No…I have you where I want you…please…” You rest against the backof the seat as I unzip your jeans, freeing the erection that has beenbuilding since you came to my house and found the door unlocked…thiscruel fantasy come to life before your eyes…nothing like breaking andentering to drain all the blood from one’s brain. And on your lips again,”Please…”I take you in my mouth ever so slowly, pushing my tongue into the tipand sucking until you can go no deeper. Your hands tangle in my hair,pulling against the roots, hurting.”And it will be more like a song and less like it’s math If you pull onmy hair, and bite me like that And the truth is that I can’t hardly waitAnd I don’t care if we stay up too late Don’t answer the phone Don’t answerthe phone…”You continue pressing in and out of my mouth, shoving against the backof my throat until I spasm with a cough and it tips you over the edge,filling my mouth and throat. A sound from you, more like a groan, awhisper of pleasure…you pull me up and into your lap, burying your facein my hair. My legs straddle your hips, and my nakedness suddenly feelsvulnerable. You kiss me, nipping at my lower lip. I feel something meltinside me…the fear?…and what is left is the feeling that you could doanything you wanted and I would accept it without hesitation.The car has been in steady motion for an hour. “Where are we going?” Ikeep asking, but you won’t tell me. I am peering out the window at anunfamiliar landscape – gravel road, trees, brilliant yellow signsproclaiming “No Trespassers.” I can feel that we are climbing in elevation,but what mountain is this? I have lived here my entire life and I havenever seen it before.”Wait and see,” you say.”Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to getlost…”And when the land cuts off in a glorious horizon, a dazzling view offaraway autumn forest, no cars for millions of miles (it seems) the carfinally stops. Before us, a small house, cottage really, made of stone. The sun is rising as you gently wrap me up in the sheet again, pulling mewith some force out of the car. I am taking in the scene and wondering ifI maybe died in my sleep…or maybe I am still dreaming…this is not areal place, after all. The sky pours lavender light down over perabet güvenilir mi your face asyou pull me after you, chasing the sunrise. Over the back half of thehouse, a fenced garden filled with the last flowers of the fall, asters andpansies and soft grass which is still green despite the season.”When first we laid eyes I swore to no compromise until I felt my caresson your skin”Standing here, watching the sunlight flicker against the windowpanes, Ifeel the moist dew on the grass beneath my feet. I am cold, shivering,realizing fully the extent of my situation. “I have no clothes,” I musealoud. You laugh and strip the sheet from me, revealing my nakedness tothe morning.”Hard light, take the wings of the winter Song bird, they were stronghands that held her Miles above ground, we can’t see you now Morning tookthe reins from the rider Strong hands on the lap behind her They tear hernightgown, we can’t see you now…”I scream and run away, but I have no shoes and my feet slip easily inthe damp grass so I get nowhere fast. You are behind me, hands around mywaist, lifting me again, hauling me over your shoulder. You carry meinside the cottage. Out the front window I see the car moving away slowly,traveling back down the gravel road in into the wilderness. “We’re stucknow,” you say.In front of the fireplace sits a worn sofa, wooden at the base withdozens of soft velvet cushions. Upon the floor is a huge pile rug. Towardthis you carry me, setting me down on the rug and firmly pressing my legsback toward my shoulders. Now I know you can see me, no hiding when nakedand spread, and I must blush because suddenly you look thoughtful. Yourfingers explore my folds, sliding up and down, pinching and probingdeeply…”GAAAAHHHH” I moan, and melt again, feeling the heat between mylegs building and warming my entire body. You kiss my neck, bite mycollarbone, run the tip of your tongue down my chest until you take mynipple into your mouth sweetly, like you are tasting candy. I arch my backand take your head in my hands, urging you ever southward. Reading mymovements you press my inner thighs outward even further, exposing myclitoris to your tongue. Softly licking there, stirring sensations deep,sucking it into your mouth until I feel like I could burst…simultaneouslysliding your fingers inside me, spreading them painfully until I ambegging, begging for a release from this slow building tension…slidingyour now-wet fingers out and pressing one forcefully in my ass, oh the heatis unbearable and I writhe as you continue to drink me up…finally,finally the release and I feel as if my legs could collapse there with youbetween them, feeling your hair brush against the inside of my calves.Your face is shiny, smiling up at me, watching the last of the spasmsthat burst forth from my muscles. Shaken, limp, I fall against the softcushion, eyes closed. But you are not yet ready to let me rest. I feelyour hands on my hips, shoving me roughly around, pinning me forward. I amon my knees, cheek on the sofa, legs spread beneath me like an awkwardfrog. You pull my arms around behind me and clasp tipobet my wrists with one hand.My weight falls forward and I am unable to move or free myself. With yourfree hand, you spread me apart, exposing my wet insides to your view. “Mmmmmmmmmm….” I feel the tip of your erection touch me, moving up anddown the length of my labia. I buck my hips against you, using my body tobeg, pleeeassee…don’t make me wait any longer. But you do make me wait,sliding languidly in and out ever so slightly, and finally sinking in fulllength in one fast stroke, so deep that I can feel your stomach against myass. I feel your fingernails scratch my back as you begin to shove in andout, feel my muscles tighten around you, hear you gasp at the sensation.”But oh, if I could only get you oceanside To lay your muscles wide It’dbe heavenly…”My breaths are jagged as you plunge inside my body, painfully deep,until I feel your climax building and hear the trembling gasp on your lips.The warm liquid fills my vagina and you hold yourself deep inside, pullingmy thighs back toward your body, refusing to let go. And when our bodiespart, I find myself soaked with sweat, your sticky come running down theinside of my legs. You push me back again, opening my legs to see theresult of your work. Touching the tip of your finger to my body as liquidcontinues to flow there.We shower together. I want to touch every part of you, remember theshape and feel of your body underneath my hands in case I never see youagain. I slide my wet hands over your face, your neck, shoulders, drag myfingernails over your nipples to see you shiver. You never take your eyesaway from me. My hair is wet and dripping, our bodies slide against oneanother easily under the hot spray. Silently you position me again as youwish, hands splayed against the ceramic tile, legs apart. I feel your facein my hair and your hands prying me apart again, making sure that everypart of my body belongs to you in the most intimate way.You slide a finger in my ass again, deeper than before, spreading meapart, hurting. I pull away instinctively, protecting myself against yourprobing finger but you are holding me down, there is no way to escape. Iam afraid of what you are planning, afraid of the pain. I close my eyes asyou find my back entrance with the tip of your cock, pushing yourself inpainfully slowly. The wetness of the shower is not enough to ease thisjourney and you pull out suddenly, leaving a raw ache where you had been.Rummaging for lotion, fingers again are applied…slippery cream spreadinside me. You make a second attempt, and I feel my muscles fightingagainst this thick invasion, but to no avail. You begin pumping in and outas I cling to the wall of the shower, knees bent, cheek pressing hard intothe tile. I am begging you to come, the pain is more than I can take, butyou don’t hear me. In fact, you slow your rhythm, pulling nearly all theway out before pushing back inside slowly. I feel like I might fall,faint, die before you finally release inside me, triggering a spasm ofmuscle before pulling out and catching my limp body in your arms.My head is swimming with thoughts, moments we have shared before,stories I have wanted to tell you. But all I can do is lay my head on yourchest and sleep, my body shaking and exhausted. You promised me this, andhere it has come to pass…is there enough time for all the things we haveto say and do?

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