Never Underestimate the Senses....  

juju34single 46F
155 posts
6/1/2005 10:24 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Never Underestimate the Senses....

Unconsciously gripping her pillow, arms around it, legs twined within her bedsheets, she sighs in her sleep.
Dry streaks softly trace their way across her cheeks, shining ever so softly in the moonlight shining upon her sleep-still face.
In her mind, she is awake yet dreaming, of the One she loves, being with him, walking in the cool moonlight that dances at her feet, hearing the sounds of footfalls, and crunching leaves as they walk in the forest.

She looks at his face, but sees only moonlight, and knows that she should be concerned, but knows deep within that when the time comes, she will see his face, and all will be well. For now, she is content just to know that he is here with her now in the moment she is in.

Far off she hears a noise, and her heart wrenches within her chest, for she knows that she must leave this place.
The safe home of love within her mind.

Nestling her head in the crook of her Love's shoulder, she feels his solidity dissolve, and slowly opens her eyes, hoping that the pillow she always wakes to would be the one she has been waiting for all her life.

Looking out the window, she sees the setting full moon, and smiles to it, though incredibly sad, and whispers "Goodmorning, my love, wherever you may be."

As she gets up, she lightly rubs her face, and the flakes of her dried, and unknown tears fall gently upon her pillow as she gets up to make the new day.

She is slow in her movements though, drained as if she had not rested well at all.
She remembered going to bed early, hoping to have the dream again...

Mechanically, she gets the coffee in the maker, and absently props her head up waiting for the coffee to get done, and without thinking about it, begins to reconstruct her dream.

She can remember how his hands feel in hers, his solidity as she walked next to her, how his lips lightly grazed her neck on the way up to her earlobe...just thinking about her mystery love gave her goosebumps that settled in her lower abdomen.

Trying to distract herself, she poured herself a mug of coffee, and looked at the clock while she sipped. Work always seemed to come too fast, but she actually liked her job, so she didn't mind it so much. It gave her something to focus on other than the damnable recurring dreams she was having about someone she had never met, let alone didn't know what he looked like.

Her thoughts made another loop back to the dreams, which almost seemed to be more like an alternate life, with him, though unknown consciously, subconsciously he was her perfect match.

The morning breeze coming through the open window reminded her of his touch, and for a moment, with her eyes closed, she could almost feel him alongside her, the light breeze teasing her flesh along her neck so much like his breath...

The breeze became like a true fluid touch, and her breath hitched in her throat, and she was loth to break the spell. Waking dreams were a rare luxury, and if it could bring her closer to him, she wasn't going to interrupt with her reality.
She traced the lines with her own hands albeit lightly, following the tranced tickles she imagined as her secret lover's touch.

Her nipples grew taut and hard, straining against the fabric of her bra, and for a slight moment, she could almost feel his form behind her, and she melted into it.
Her hands became his, and she lightly teased herself through her panties. She placed her hands on the counter...
She could feel her heat, and the dampness of her passion manifest, but instead of allowing it to consume her, she stepped back in herself, and concentrated on wideneing her energy field, so it was able to overlap with the energy of her faceless lover.
Her whole body felt as if on fire, tingling and alive with electric impulses that stimulated her far better than any of her pleasure toys.
Getting stronger slowly, languidly, then getting softer, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean waves.
The fabric of her bra rubbed sensuously against her nipples, and her panties against her clitoral hood, and her breathing finally quickened, spotted here and there with moans.

When her orgasm hit her, it was a slow explosion from the inside out, slowly erupting from her very inner core, rippling soul deep on out.
Her cry echoed from the walls, suprising her, snapping her from her waking dream, hands on the counter, leaning against the cool wood that was now home to her spilled cup of coffee.

She was amazed, because this wasn't the result of self manipulation. She stared at her hands still on the counter, nowhere near her erogenous zones.....yet she was in the after-throes of one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.

Shaken, she cleaned up her spilled coffee, and forgot to pour another mug to replace her lost cup, and instead went to dress, as Allison would be stopping over in a few minutes to pick her up for work.


Deep in sleep, he smiled. She knew him without knowing what she knew.
She used Resonance without knowing what she did.
She didn't know that the pain of seperation was as real and palpable to him as it was to her.

She didn't know that she was living two lives at once....for now.
She did not know he was real...yet.

© Copyright juju34single 2005

May not be reproduced without express permission from me, the original writer.

CuteAZguy27 39M
1545 posts
6/2/2005 5:42 am

i have to say that was awsome for a first fictional blog on AdultFriendFinder , im a HUGE bookworm, if the novel is that good i can sit literally from dawn of daylight till dusk that evening (done it many times before)and just read....keep your stories up in AdultFriendFinder blogland, yet dont be afraid to write what else is on your mind as well (questions, thoughts, experiences ect)congrats and thank you for the story (maybe you should cut and paste these and store them on your pc, who knows that publisher in NY might have an interest and want more lol -CuteAZguy27

HughJarse2000 47M

6/2/2005 7:47 am

Beautifully written.
You are a true romantic.
Let me guess - your heart gets broken every time
Welcome to Blogland. Have a wondeful time.

NightOfPassion2 58M

6/2/2005 9:00 am

Very nice...and creative...and nice use of words (though coming from an engineer might not mean much). But the feeling is there!

Hope to read more....

juju34single 46F

6/2/2005 8:48 pm

I wanted to try something differant.
Something I didn't see. Unique.

I am not saying that what is here is bad or anything. I love reading about what people can do, what they crave, and desire. It is fuel for my own imagination.
I love reading too, and when I get my hooks into a good book, I can't put it down. I got the whole series of Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series, minus Chainfire. It took me about a week and a half to read it all, and when I get Chainfire, it will be my 5th time reading the series.

It would be awesome if I could get something published. I vary from themes. I got a childrens book almost done, write poetry, and science fiction, and now trying my hand in erotica.

I know I am a romantic. Hoplessly true, and has been broken many times. Amazingly enough, I haven't been jaded though.

Thank you, CuteAZ, Hugh and Night!

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