He held me closely; Drawing me closer still to his body. He kissed me passionately and hugged me lovingly. Just when I thought this kiss couldn't get better his tongue teased my lips and as I opened my mouth to him his tongue ventured in unhesitantly. It felt so right, so lovely, so hot. . .
The alarm clock went off. I shot up out of the bed and I angrily slammed my hand on the button to turn off that blaringly, annoying, consistent sound. Once again it drew me from a lovely dream. A blissfully passionate dream. I sighed and reluctantly dragged myself to the bathroom, hoping that a bath would help get my mind off the dream. As the liquid ice darts pelted my skin I couldn't help but think of my lovely dream only for my now fully working mind to come to the realization that it wasn't lovely at all. The face of my dream man is not the face that should be there. And the thought that quickly followed this was : If my real lover cold see my dreams, I'd just have been fucked.
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Life As Anne
RomanceShort, cute lovable Anne writes a book about her life experiences. Sometimes she writes about things that actually happened and sometimes she writes about her crazy dreams and thoughts. Nonetheless, reality or fantasy, her life is a roller coaster t...
