We all know it, that moment before waking. We’ve all felt it deep inside us. For me, it can be so intense, so pure, so real and sublime.
A vivid dream has shaken me, toying with my mind and body. Reality is trying to pull me away, trying to get me to the surface. My mind is fighting to stay in that place, flashes of pleasure playing like stills of a film in time to an increasing heartbeat. A thrust, baboom, a hand, baboom, an ache, baboom, a moan... His face I can’t see, my hands secured so I can’t pull the blindfold from my eyes, though by what I don’t know. That beautiful sensation starts to build, my body contorting and writhing, silently screaming for its release. Hard flesh, baboom, a plea, baboom.
The heat on my skin is unbearable now, reality clawing at my eyelids, my body fighting itself as the tempo increases. He’s still there, baboom, his breath hot against my skin, baboom, whispering, baboom, lips against my breast, baboom, teeth, baboom.
My body is arching, straining, the pleasure causing so much pain. A dry hollow ache deep inside driven wild by the obvious wetness spilling down my thighs from the fullness of him inside. Short breaths, baboom, the smell of sex, baboom, the sound of a growl, baboom, fingers digging into my skin, baboom.
My eyes open.
Im holding my breath.
A solitary thought as daylight screams at me to wake up.
Now?
One hand snakes down my body, a pathway so used I’m surprised it’s not worn. Fingertips meeting that moist throbbing nub. I hesitate, sidestep, glorious softness. My eyes close, my fingers finding their way to the entrance, the heel of my hand hovering, poised, a barely-there contact with my clit as I seek him out...
I find him in my mind, I can feel his presence.
“Please?” I ask him.
“NOW” his reply.
His final thrust...
