I dreamt you were half laying on a couch beside me and I was hand feeding you fruit. At first I kept my fingers away from your mouth. That's a sign of respect right?

I was watching you take the fruit into your delicious mouth, and I just couldn't help myself; I wanted to be in your mouth too.

So I picked up a piece of fruit, but this time I grazed my fingers against your lips as I pulled away. You jerked ever so slightly at my boldness, I know...I know you think I'm lady...and I am.

But, your lips curved upwards. You liked it.

So when I fed you the last piece of fruit, a bright and juicy mango cube, I took it further.

As I placed it in your mouth I touched my forefinger to your tongue.

And my god, you felt warm and smooth and the sensation of having a part of me inside you sent tingles down my arm and into my belly. You looked at me and I fell deep into your eyes as you closed your lips around my finger and sucked all the fruit juices off. That's when I knew you and I were going to have one hell of a good time.

Because we both like to make a meal out of it.