I've always been a dreamer. More in the sense of having my head so far in the clouds that I couldn't attend to the practical aspects of everyday life than that of having an abundance of the phantasmagoria accompanying sleep. I teach American and English literature so in the former sense of the word my life hasn't been impacted too severely. And, with regard...
"Hi, my name is Jack. I'm a rather shy, Hispanic, hard working machine parts sales representative. I'm also a classically good looking, tall, dark and handsome man. Like most men, I have a vivid sexual imagination but unlike most men, I have little courage to pursue the women I'm attracted to. Being unlucky in love and painfully shy leaves me to rely on my i...
The dream was the same as it had been every other night of the past week. By the middle of the week, Dan had grown so accustomed to it that he had become aware that it was a dream, so he could have easily pinched himself to wake up. But that was not likely. Because he didn't want to wake up. He didn't want the dream to end. Because it was the best dream he'...
I had just heard Sam call for me again from downstairs. Just yesterday I was Sam. My mind seemed scrambled and light headed. Memories of Sam and Katrina all mixed together. It was a dream, only a very real dream I kept telling myself. His voice echoed again, this time a bit more demanding. "Come on down Katrina. Honey, you know it's your turn." Sam chuckled...
Xmas is over... X... and I now have seen "A Wonderful Life" more than 40 times. I do like the movie, and the ghost is way less scary than Dicken's ghosts. My husband was begging me for "more sex" late on Xmas day (we already had wake-up sex, which he enjoyed- but left me mildly stimulated and sort of edgy the rest of the day- so I do plan on getting to do "...
Her feet straight on the table, she let her eyes wander to her shoes, black-gold heels, as she indulged herself in daydreaming. It was a fleeting break from her work, editing a quarterly report for her company. She was at home on a gray Sunday morning, working on the report to preempt the pressure of the coming Monday. As her thoughts wandered, she rested a...
Yshomatsu entered a small abandoned cave; he stood at a close six feet one inch. A hooded robe came to a stop around deep emerald eyes staring into the cobweb infested area. Neatly close trimmed red goatee around a slight grin. Remembering the cave as it used to be over one hundred years ago, a spot off to the side where his bed mat laid. Many scrolls clumpe...
Grace Brazil & Keaster46 Christopher stepped out of the shower toweled off then peered into the semi darkness of the bedroom. The female figure was out lined by the street light as she lay sleeping. Chris wanted to go to her and gather her up in his arms and kiss her again and again. He may not have loved her but what ever it was that he was feeling at this...
Unlike everything else I write, this is fiction. It actually IS a dream I had. I think I had the dream because I'd been thinking about it so much, but, I'm not sure... In the dream, I was outside, lying in the sun...naked as always. The dream doesn't matter...we're always naked outside. The sun was so hot on my body...so fucking hot. I was lying on my tumm...
She woke up from another dream about him. This one left her dripping like the other ones had but more excited than she had been before. She sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair. Groaning inwardly she got up and made her way to the shower. She let the cold water wash over her trying to clear her mind of the images from the dream that were stayin...