I’m back! Miss me?

So, yes. I've been absent for a while. Freya has dropped me from her links and I can't say I don't deserve it. Things happen. Perhaps the year will end with a flurry of writing instead of snow? To start, a little something that got into my head after someone mentioned dreams:




You pad back from the bathroom, throw on your nightshirt, and quickly get under the blankets. The room isn't quiet. The toilet is still running and the baseboard radiators are ticking as they expand and contract. The room isn't quiet, but it is quieter than it was a little while ago. During our noisy, bed-moving sex, the radiators could have taken on the toilet with chainsaws and we wouldn't have heard. Now, we surrender to silence, to gravity, and to the extra firm — yet soft — support of our new pillow-top mattress. You snuggle close, coveting my warmth in these first winter nights of a New England December.

I'm tired and I'm horizontal. And so, there's nothing more complex in my mind than to hold you close and fall asleep. It's so simple, it's primal. Your small back is pressed to my belly. My arm is wrapped around you and your arm is wrapped around my arm. I self-consciously listen as the pace of our breathing slows. I can't feel your heart because the beating of my own heart seems to shake us both. I close my eyes and start to drift off, feeling your hand clutching my hand, feeling us both humming with energy. Asleep, I start to dream.

At first the pictures in my head are confused and random. Green swirls. Red sparkles. Shapes change into other shapes, eventually forming the background to a more believable reality…

You and I are walking through a pine forest. The trees are so tall, they disappear into the sky. They seem hundreds of years old, as if they've always been there. We are walking on a trail that winds between the trees and moss-covered outcrops. We come upon a deep stream and a small waterfall. Suddenly naked — since dreams are like that — we dive into the water. Sun breaks through the trees in golden streaks, lighting up the water in patches. I open my eyes underwater and see you swimming by beneath the water, your red hair billowing like a cloud behind you.

I catch you near the waterfall. You slip up onto a flat, mossy rock with your chest, shoulders, and head out of the water. Me? I'm a fish. In this dream, I don't have to breathe air. I can stay underwater. I can spread your small pale legs under the green dream water. I can slip slowly between your thighs and begin to lick your labia, oddly pink in a world of greenish light. Not needing air, I can lick and flick with my tongue slowly, at my leisure. The sound of the waterfall above is an oddly distant roar. But you? You I can hear. Your purr descends through your legs, through your pussy, and I hear it transmitted from your wet slick lips to my own. I suck your clit into my mouth. I swirl it, I bop it back and forth. I slip my tongue inside you as if this is the round, sweet hole of a green Life Saver. I savor. I swirl. You taste of salt-water taffy. Your fingers are in my hair.

Strangely, in this dream I am aware that my cock is hard. It's no big deal, floating there as I eat you, making you hum and purr and clutch my head between your thighs. But it's there and I know it's there. And then… and then it's there and I feel something touch it. Something not you. A fish? No, not so much a touch. More of a caress. A stroke. And it's more like a hand than a fish. It's rubbing the head of my cock, running fingers along the shaft as if to trace the veins. I feel so hard that I ache. The water darkens and the hand beckons, pulling me upward…

Waking in the dark is both sudden and gradual. There's something that's not sleep, but it isn't clear. Things register, one at a time, in their own sweet order. So I realize I'm not wet even before I realize that I am in bed, not beneath a waterfall. Something is the same, though. My cock is hard. That isn't a dream. I slowly realize that you are awake and that it is you stroking my cock. It has stiffened in my sleep, angled up to nestle between your legs. You are reaching between your legs to rub the head of my cock. You run your fingers along the shaft, rub moisture from your pussy onto the head, press its wet warmth into your clit. I'm awake.

Desire overrules my fuzzy contented lethargy. I actually pull away. I pull away from the soft warmth of your hand. I pull my cock out from between your legs and get out of bed. You make a disappointed sound and start to get up on one elbow as if to ask me why I could possibly need to get up. But you don't get that far. By the time you've gathered your thoughts to be clever, I've reached over and flipped back the covers. Quickly, and with purpose, I grab your ankles and swing you so that you are lying across the bed. I pull you toward me until your ass is nearly coming off the bed. I push your legs apart and back toward your head, exposing your wet pussy. I grip your right ankle with my left hand and use my right hand to position my cock. I slide the head up and down your pussy, getting my cock wet, playing with you, making you want my cock inside you.

And when I do slip it inside you, I only give you the head at first. It's my turn to tease, you water nymph. You're my waterfall. And here's your fish, your eel. Just the head, resting inside you as my thumb circles your clit and you arch your back. Take this fish. You are holding your left leg back now with one hand, playing with your breasts with the other. You want me deeper inside, don't you? But I wait, wait for your pussy to start humming. I know that hum. I know the way your juices change, the size of your lips, the tone of your voice. And when I know the time is right, I thrust deep inside you. Pulling out, I grab your other ankle and hold your legs apart and back… and thrust in again. The head of my cock hits your cervix and you shudder and scream. It's my turn to fuck you hard. You're so tight! Your fingers press your clit against the shaft of my cock as it slides in and out of you.

You feel my climax coming as surely as you feel your own, as surely as I feel yours. And so we race to the finish, race to finish together, me forcing my cock deep inside you as I come, flowing inside of you just as you tighten, stop breathing, and then slip over the cliff of your own waterfall, grabbing me and pulling me on top of you where our lips meet. Cock and pussy quiver, shudder, sigh.

This time, the sleep is deep and all of our dreams — and there must be dreams – all of our dreams remain unremembered, unrecorded, just wisps of what might be tomorrow night and the night after.

Comments:

• Oh my.

  Posted by ashbloem  on  12/13/05  at  12:40 PM
  
  

• Is that a GOOD “Oh my” or a bad “Oh my?”

  Posted by Prospero  on  12/13/05  at  07:19 PM
  
  

• You’re back. YAY!!!!!

  So that’s what people are supposed to do when it’s cold outside…

  Posted by JeN  on  12/16/05  at  12:04 AM
  
  

• *smiles* wow. i love your writing. that’s a fabulous fabulous piee, you know. beautiful. i love that it totally captures both the rawness of midnight sex, and the tender, melting, blending of two people.. ..

  i love sex like that…

  good job, prospero. very good job.

  Posted by mikki  on  12/16/05  at  04:29 PM
  
  
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