and i dream about sex.

lord do i dream about sex, of late my dreams have been partially of the last time i saw vic and fantasies based around the visit. loud sweaty sex, slow tender lovemaking, raw fucking, trying to devour each other, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, moaning, screaming, seeing stars sex.

i like sex. no that`s an understatement, i love sex, i adore sex. and now i`ve found vic and we have a sexual chemistry that is amazing. it`s more than physical, there`s a mental bond. from the first time to the last time, it`s just gotten better and better.  

my dreams are filled with textures and sounds and smells and tastes. i get up most mornings in shock that i`m alone in the bed because my dreams are so vivid. i have a tangible longing for vic, the taste of her skin, the feel of her skin against mine, our bodies intertwined, our voices intertwined. the changes in position, in tempo without thought, without words, just the two of us lost in each other, knowing.

that`s what i miss, that`s what i long for. masturbation can`t satisfy that kind of longing. and there is now way to recreate the feel of thighs pressed against my ear, vic`s hands in my hair, a melange of sensations – aural, tactile, redolent, palatable, visual, emotional…

i want it now. everyday. i don`t want to wake up alone anymore.

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