Fantasia

She entered the room and stared at the bed. "Another night"-she thought and sighed.

As she started undreassing she couldnt help the images that began to cross her mind: she imagined herself in that same bed, ecstactic, being discovered by a man. It was his hands taking off her shirt while kissing her cleavage; it was his mouth going up and down her neck, devouring her; it was his body pressed upon hers, creating a delightful friction that she recognized as responsible for her accelerated breathing.

As her shirt was off laying on the floor, his hands redirected to the south. He reached her thighs and separated them while playing with his tongue in her mouth. She surrounded his waist with her legs and pressed against him even more. She loved that sensation of proximity.

He headed down and crossed between her breasts and down her belly, kissing, biting and sucking. As he reached the pants area, he looked at her searching for an answer to a question he already knew and discovered in her eyes. He began to unbutton her pants while staring at her, enjoying her expectation. When the pants were off, he stood for a moment and appreciated the view: her, layed down in her underwear, looking at him in the eyes and biting her lower lip. Her right hand was placed on her chest feeling her heart beat and the other one was up her left thigh, like pointing to the place she wanted him to conquer.

He gave her a long kiss, while his hands were playing between her thighs, preparing the road. Her eyes were closed but her hands were drawing a sketch of the things she wanted to tell him through his anatomy. She wrote her wishes on his back, scraching it with her nails; she wrote her feelings in his face, touching and kissing every part of it, to record it in her memory.

He changed his position and took a look at his legs. He moistened his lips and began to kiss them. He started with her toes moving up to reach her knees. He kept on going up, through the inner side of her thighs. By the time he reached her place, she was already wet. She couldnt avoid a moan as she felt the touch of his lips with her other lips. After that, it was all a blur: she remembered her hands and legs tied to the bed, inmovilized. Him in the middle of her, magnifying and extinguishing that inner fire she always had. Him inside her, possesing her. She remembered sensations, and nothing else; that great feeling of being submitted, victimized. And then deep, great pleasure going through her body, from her center to the rest of it. Her dying and being reborned at the same time as she was being enlightened by some forces coming out of her.

The alarm clock sounds and she wakes up. Its 7:00 am and she has to hurry if she wants to get to work on time. As she takes a shower she relives her dream. She rushes to dress up, have breakfast and go to work. She gets there 5 minutes late and after saying hi to everybody she seats in her chair. A friend sends her a message:

-Did you get home late?
-No, not really. Around 12:30.
-Did you drink much?
-Yeah. You guys shouldnt put me into that.
-How did you sleep?
-Oh! I had the best night ever...

Iana
Sunday
6:10 pm
April 30, 2006