Over and over again in my head I can't stop thinking of you. From the smell of your cologne, that flows throughout my home, I remember you. The way your hands gently rub up and down my body like soft feathers, that makes my body explode with fire like a dying star. The smoothness of your hard flawless body, fully consuming me and my thoughts
"I'm almost there" I say to myself as my muscles begun to retract and more cream beginning to flow down my leg, causing me to feel weak. Then suddenly like Clock work, I awake. Dripping like never before, and body in panic My mind is out of control. How ? and why?. Is it possible not to be real?.. I'm telling You I was there, I mean.. He was here. I.....?? just can't! This shit has become a nightmare more than a fantasy. As I get my thoughts together, I can hear the shower running. It's my, fiance David. Hopefully I wasn't sleep talking again. Fuck!
Well this all began when I lost my virginity when I was 17. So thirteen years ago
Do the math. The dreams began like a fantasy, I figured because I've entered my sexual stage, I considered them as wet dreams. As I got older they never disappeared, night after night nothing but pleasurable torcher. Never able to finish, never able to let go. I can never see your face, but I know you.
It seem I don't know the difference between reality. My Friend Melissa, thinks I'm crazy, but I understand why. You would sound crazy, if you loved a imaginary friend.