sweet dreams

Subject: Sweet Dreams

Lover mine,

I dreamed of you last night.

I dreamed I was sitting on a bluff over the sea, listening to the great boom of the tide coming in. With every crash, warm spray blew up, damping my hair and my naked body. The drops of water trailed ever changing paths down my body, lightly tracing lines across my swollen, needy breasts and down my abdomen to end at the juncture of my thighs where I ached with wanting.

I wanted to touch my body, to delve where the water could not go, but my hands were heavy and I couldn’t move even to tense my thighs. All I could do was sit helplessly as the water grew hotter and its pathways grew bolder, touching me everywhere except where I most wanted.

I dreamed that the sensations changed. The water bombarded my body with pinprick drops which bounced off my skin in chaotic patterns. Wherever they touched, I could feel my skin tingle—and I wanted to writhe, but I was locked in place. Gradually the water concentrated its attention on the parts that wanted it the most, jetting against my aching nipples, pulsing against my needy core. I closed my eyes, almost there, when suddenly the water stopped.

All was still. The only noise left was my panting breath. I felt the left over droplets move their lonely paths down my body, cold and miserable without you.

And then I dreamed a warm breath on my clit. I opened my eyes and saw you, smiling up at me. You opened my thighs wide, and with two fingers laid me bare. You blew again, as though you were trying to dry me off, but I only felt hotter and wetter. I wanted to reach down, to run my fingers through your hair, to pull you closer, but my body was heavy and still.

But you seemed to know what I wanted. With your fingers and mouth you brought me to the brink yet again, and as I hovered on the verge of explosion, you slid up my body, I felt you fill me with your familiar smooth, hard heat. As you started moving, I could feel my hips rising to meet you, matching your rhythm.

We rose together, every nerve ending in my body focused on you, and as you tensed for the explosion, I could feel your fingers on my clit and I exploded too. So violently that I woke up.

And you weren’t there. I was still sitting in the shower but the water had grown cold and I was alone.

I miss you.

I love you.

Come home soon.

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Subject: RE: Sweet Dreams

My darling,

Thank you for your email. I made the mistake of reading it at breakfast. I think the waitress was a bit put off by the fact that I was stuck there for nearly twenty minutes after I finished, waiting for my cock to go down.

I know it’s late, and you’re not expecting me until tomorrow afternoon, but after my meetings were over I missed you too much to sleep, so I’m about to hit the road.

I’ll be home soon—I’ll be thinking of you on my long drive. You’re probably asleep already, so that when I get home at dawn, shedding my clothes as I walk through the door, you will be sleeping all curled up on our bed with the light still on and our favorite book of erotica lying open beside you.

I’ll just stand there, naked, looking at you for a long moment—your head lying on your arm, your body covered in that lacy white thing that feels so good on bare skin, the darker skin of your nipples just barely visible. One little foot will be peeking out, and that’s where I’ll begin.

You will think it only another dream when you feel kisses and touches starting at your toes and running up your legs. You’ll drift in our dream as I gently draw the blanket from your body, revealing your legs, then your breasts, the curve of your ass, the shadow between your legs. I’ll wait as long as possible before unveiling your cunt—reminding myself of all the sweet tastes of your body before I come to the sweetest of all.

As you dream, you’ll get hotter and wetter, nearly ready for me. You’ll feel my tongue lapping the essence of you, my lips and fingers working your body. You won’t be able to help stirring a little, changing positions in your sleep, granting me easier access to your clit, making those gentle pleasure noises that I love so well. You will be so caught up in the dream that you fear waking up because you know reality will bring you back down.

It’s then, when I can taste your heat and feel your muscles clenching and releasing, ready to welcome me that I will surge up, impaling you on my cock. Then you’ll know it’s not a dream. When you open your eyes, and I will be there, ready for you, moving with you.

I wish I were there already.

I love you.

I’m on my way.

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