I climb the soft carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. The music and chatter below travels with me until it is muffled behind the door. I take a deep breath, smiling. I had fun! It was nice seeing everybody. I had taken my leave and said my goodbyes, not exhausted, but just before the entertaining took it's toll. In the room, I picked out an outfit of pajamas and laid them on the bed, ready for me to climb into. Leisurely sliding off my pants and shirt, I leaned over to take the shirt I was to wear when I heard the door shut behind me. I could suddenly feel how exposed my back was, like I could feel eyes traveling down my shoulderblades, down, down. I quickly took up the shirt and held it against my front, turning around. Oh! It was Him. I smiled, relieved, and genuinely happy to see Him. "Hey!" I said. He looked like he had something he wanted to tell me.
Party, go upstairs, getting ready for bed, He comes in, not bashful, I go to get dressed, heartbeat, I come out, He asks "Do you want to, um", I respond "Yes, God yes", kiss, push Him to the bed, he crawls back, I kiss, all over, feeling him, going down, I lick, and plunge, he groans, hips raising, the skin tightens, he's so hard, it feels like it'll happen, I want to taste it so bad, but he relaxes. I take out and lick the sides like a popsicle, looking up at him, knowing he likes the sight. I feel his legs and him. I go to kiss his face and accidentally sock him, "Ahh oh my god I'm sorry I'm sorry! Are you okay?" We laugh, I rest my head on his arm, looking up at him. "I wish we could..." He says, "Me too." He is beautiful.
It was such a nice dream. So nice, I remembered it all day. And then you wake up and realize this beautiful person you love so much, it still an asshole. Anyway. Sometimes it's best to let dreams be dreams.