#dreams

now here i go again , i see the crystal visions

i keep my visions to myself , it’s only me

who wants to wrap around your dreams and ,

have you any dreams you’d like to sell ?

She lifted herself off of him and stood, slowly turning around. “Like?” she said with a smile.

His eyes widened. “Fuck…yes…” He reached up and tugged at a side of her panties, untying the neat bow. They fell to the side, just barely revealing the top of her mons. “But it needs to come off. Now,” his voice and eyes were now low and decisive.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a humble tone. She shifted her legs, the delicate lace falling to the floor. She crossed her arms, pulling off her bra and tossing it aside. He licked his lips as he looked on. As she bent over to slide translucent fabric from her legs, his hand touched her again.

“Turn around,” he spoke, his expression unchanged. She obeyed and bent over, far enough to touch her toes, as she slid them off. Just as she began to rise she felt a sharp smack followed by a searing heat. Her eyes rolled back. As she turned she watched his t-shirt and boxers sail across the room. Their eyes made contact again.

“I need you, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes now wide at his exposed body. Without a word he rose to his feet. His eyes level with hers, he ran his hands down her arms.

“Shhh…” he hushed as his hands traveled lower still.

He gripped her thigh and lifted, pushing it outward to rest her foot on the coffee table. A second sharp smack—this time between her legs. She let out a low moan. His lips met her neck and worked their way down; he began to kneel as the kisses traveled down, stopping only briefly at each breast, then at her stomach, then lower still. Her head flew back as she felt his tongue slip inside her. Her legs almost faltered. She gripped his shoulders tightly for support.

He let out a low growl and gripped her hips, lifting her up and tossing her onto the couch. Another hand falls down between her legs, the sting sending a shock through her body.

…to be continued…

“What are you doing he—" her fingers touched his lips.

“I’m here. That’s all that matters.” Her voice was calm, but her eyes were wild.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Runa…my god, I miss you.” He reached up and pulled her close, tighter than either of them expected. She struggled to embrace him in return.

“I miss you, too. I couldn’t help it. I had to come.” She could feel a tear welling up at the knowledge that she had finally made it here. They’d spent so many days unable to speak at all, having only their memory of each other to get them through the day. So many hours they’d spent laying awake at night, wishing the other was there. It was like a dream.

Releasing her from his embrace, he threw off his blanket and lifted her, throwing the rest of her body on top of him. He took her face in his hands and pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss. Both moaned at the first such contact in months. After an eternity, he released her. She paused and looked him in the eyes.

“I don’t have much time.”

“Then let’s not waste it.”

5:25am. She slowly pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, careful to park a few spots away from his. She sat in her car for a moment as the song on her stereo came to an end. She could feel her pulse already beginning to quicken. She never quite understood why, after so long, she was still nervous every time she went to see him. Of course it didn’t help that this time she was wearing next to nothing. They had spoken before, seemingly in pure fantasy, about what their next meeting would be like. He joked about her coming to him in an outfit she had worn once before—if it can even be called that. A simple black quarter-cup, panties that may as well not be there at all, and the thigh-highs she had picked out specifically for him. And yet here she sat in exactly that, only a long coat to hide it from the rest of the world.

She shook her head, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. Her glossy black heels clicked loudly against the sidewalk. At this hour there was not a soul in sight, but she still glanced around cautiously. She knew it was risky to come here at all, but she couldn’t stand to be away any more. It had been months since they had any time alone together. It was near unbearable. They kept contact on occasion, but with their busy schedules it was a rare pleasure to speak at length.

The day after he had moved, she stopped by with a friend to see his new apartment. They made small talk and exchanged niceties, but nothing of significance. Just before she left he slipped a spare key into her purse and whispered in her ear, “Any time. I’ll be here.”

She drew in another deep, long breath as she turned the key to his door. As she pushed it open she saw the soft light of his TV leaving a dim glow throughout the room. He was on the couch as usual, having fallen asleep to his favorite shows.

The apartment hadn’t changed since she stopped by that day. It was all but empty—not unlike him to avoid all but the absolute essentials. A dirty plate sat at the bar; everything else was in perfect order. She pulled off her coat, draped it over a barstool, and made her way to the couch. She smiled softly to herself. She always thought he was cute when he slept.

He stirred slightly as she took at seat on the coffee table, the cold glass on her exposed bottom sending a quick shiver through her body. She reached out to him, her hand softly running down his cheek. He whimpered, his eyes squeezing tightly at the touch. Slowly she slid forward onto her knees, her hands now wandering down, sliding under his blanket. His warm body was so familiar, yet after so long somehow foreign. Her hand slid down his stomach, finally making its way down to his legs. She gripped lightly, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes began to open.

“Runa?” he said softly, his slumber still holding his mind.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she replied, a warm smile and bright eyes on her face.

12:15am. His sleep was restless. The first few weeks in this new city had been rough. Finding his way around was proving a challenge, despite having been there a few times before. But through all the bustle and stress, he was still thinking of her every day.

They hadn’t had any alone time since the move; they were both busy with their jobs and she was dealing with her own move. They had made promises to each other to visit, but such an endeavor had seemed to become even harder, despite him being closer.

For months they had talked about what life would be like with him this close. They dreamed and fantasized about the time they’d spend together, doing anything and everything they’d ever imagined. But it seemed the more they dreamed, the less likely it was that those dreams would become reality.

As he finally drifted off to sleep, he wiped away the tears that had welled in his eyes. He had a tendency to see the worst in things at times; he’d convinced himself there was no way she’d be able to see him again any time soon.

Despite it all, though, his fantasies of her never left his mind. He imagined her arriving late at night, dressed in simple black lace, sliding into bed with him, kissing his back lightly as her hands wandered. He could almost feel her breath on him, heating up as he turned to her, kissing deeply, and handful of her hair in his grasp. He could hear her moans has he kissed his way down her body, removing every thread of clothing as he made his journey down. He could smell her sweet juices as he pulled off the last bit of lingerie, his eyes widening to the sight of her moistened flesh. In his mind he’d grip her legs, pushing them back with all his might, burying his face between them. He’d feel her shake with pleasure as his tongue explored her heavenly folds; he could taste her sweet nectar flowing down his throat. He heard her voice respond to his deep commanding growls. He saw the mix of fear and trust in her eyes as he gripped her body and entered her. He felt the pressure against him as he pushed deeper, deeper, and deeper still, her face contorting as the pain and pleasure coalesced in her body and mind…

And just as his fantasy reached its peak, sleep finally took him. And yet he dreamed still.

Do you ever feel like stop reading the news and caring about the world and moving to the countryside and living in a small cottage alone with your cats and start growing more things? There has to be internet though. Also, there’s a lovely stream nearby and tall trees all around and at night you can see the stars peaking through their branches and you are finally at peace and happy.

Yeah, me too.

Steer A Steady Ship - Lottie Consalvo

A donde mis pies no lleguen (Where My Feet Do Not Reach) - Carlos Martiel

Dream 1 - Mike Parr

In Search of the Miraculous - Bas Jan Ader

like, ridiculously realistic mad vivid nightmares. like, walking in on your man in the act of cheating on you with another woman he actually knows irl nightmares. they do say your dreams are your biggest fears. but damn, now i can’t fall back asleep. the mind is the worst enemy. it truly is. even unconsciously.