1st Life

I stood looking at the different chocolates sorted into woven bins. The last one with almonds called my name. I reached then thought. I'm supposed to be on a diet. He came from behind the deli counter. Tall, handsome, and a captivating smile. Mmmmmm. He took the last almond candy bar. And sauntered back to his work station. My eyes followed longingly. "Did you want this?" he asked. Now holding the almond bar and a macadamia bar in his hand. "I didn't even know they came in macadamia." I whispered. "Do you really like these?" He said jiggling them as if to tease. " Yes, I love the taste of nuts in my mouth." I smiled sheepishly at my naughty pun So did he "I've got more nuts for ya." He says reaching into the big pockets on the front of his apron "Are you sure the first two didn't wear you out." I quipped His manager pops up from behind the wall. "I need to see you in my office." --- sigh can't even flirt with guys in my dreams ?? At that thought I opened my eyes and stared at my white ceiling. My small room sat to the right of my daughter's closed door but, I could still hear her tablet as well as my second eldest who sat, across the hall his room door facing mine, conversing with his friends through his PC. I like to read and watch online dramas. My overactive yet extremely vivid imagination makes it easy for me to be drawn into the world of fantasy. The two main characters always end up together. The good guys always win. The underdog always gets the upper hand. The guy behind the counter doesn't have a manager and gives you more than chocolate. aaaaaahhhh the sweet life of the world of fiction. Too bad the book is over. The latest show is on the last episode and I am a fourty-five year old single mom who lives in a male dominated society. What do I do now? I've been staring at my ceiling long enough to see black spot forming slowly turning into the scene that I hear outside my door. My imagination blending tablet with conversation in a way that makes the guy on YouTube argue with my son and his friends. No real job. I'm "self-employed ". Even I have to think of this term sarcastically. Six years ago I started my own taxi service. I have been able to pay bills and take care of my family's needs so didn't have complaints. Now with covid, Noone goes anywhere so I sit quietly wandering when did my dreams become rated G? My eyes slowly rolled away from the ceiling to focus on my breathing dog. All other sounds fade into the background as I watch her knowing that if I made the slightest move she would pounce up expecting a treat. Her furrowed brow and shallow breathing give an illusion that she's in a deep sleep. "Demon, you're not fooling anyone. Go to your room." I said She sits up looking at me feigning innocence. I look around trying to remember if I had anything she could have mistaken as a snack. There wasn't and I looked back at her knowing that's the only reason she comes to me. "If you find anything good, let me know. We can share." She refuses the offer and struts off to my daughter's room. She has already claimed Bella as her own and that is where she lives. I return to my tablet to watch the last episode. Memories of the story line slowly play in my head as I think of better ways the characters can react to each circumstance. Then I remind myself, if they did it my way, there probably wouldn't be a show. After this I'll watch another. this is the best food for my dream land. As each story develops and my brain tries to rewrite it, I am pulled bit by bit into my fantasy world. The more that world pulled me in, the more my eyes would burn until I had to close them. Most of the time it starts with a kiss. Then clothes flying everywhere. While my eyes are still open, my perverted mind skips steps quickly to show a man rapidly thrusting himself inside me. My head starts to hurt as the pictures repeat constantly. I decided to get up and take a shower. Getting home from a long days work, I leaned against the front door to breathe. Times like this made me happy my short term memory will wash away everything soon. I focused on my steps. As I walked pulling off my shoes. I tossed things everywhere knowing I will pick them up later. Then a small bit of OCD kicked in and I cleaned up. Lol I really wanted to be lazy. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water playing in it with my hand willing it to heat faster. I laid out her clothes for the night and stepped into the steam. The water rinsed off the dirt of a weary day. He came in behind me. Grasping at my full breast, he leaned close to my ear whispering sweet things softly. He gently pressed his lips into her shoulders and caressed my long neck as if he were looking for a place his tongue and teeth can attach. He took his muscular arm traced the outline of my spine gently down to my round bottom. Cupping it carefully as if playing with a small child. He wrapped the wash cloth around the soap slowly working it into a lather. Leaning forward to kiss and tease me, his whole body shaking while he prepared to clean me. He started at the feet; washing and kissing each part of me as he slowly made his way up to glance into my brown eyes. He tossed my flowing locks off my tanned shoulder to massage it with the soapy cloth. I moaned gently when he applied the coconut shampoo to my dark brown hair and pushed it around until big bubbles formed and cleansed it. I loved him playing in my hair. He rinsed me off and kissed me tenderly on the throat. Then he licked my areolas together from his hands full of breast. Sliding his manhood inside me. It knew the way in. It was home. He pressed me against the shower wall thrusting inside me slowly. I gasped and gripped his back longingly. It had been a while. I pulled on him hungry for all that he had to offer. Groping at his muscles as if to tenderize them. I enjoyed myself as he moved me from wall to wall until I slid down onto the bathtub bottom. By this time he was moving back and forth inside her at a faster pace. I saw a bright light and felt a shiver. The water was getting cold. I slowly opened my eyes. It was time to get out. Removing my fingers from between my legs, I sniffed them as if I might smell him there. After washing my hands in the cold water, I turned it off and got out wishing one day that dream would come true. That didn't work out the way I planned it but, honestly it's been maybe two years since I last had s*x. I have five kids by four different men so I'm in no way a Saint but, I do wonder sometimes if the rumors of your Hyman repairing itself and becoming a virgin again are true. I love the feeling of being clean. After every shower, when I'm done brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant, I lay in my clean clothes quietly reflecting on how fresh I feel. Not thinking of anything but the smell of my soap and the unrealistic aura of losing a few pounds. This at least gives me a small break from the little nympho in the base of my skull. Unfortunately the more you try not to do something. The more you want to do it. This is called "Don't push the red button" syndrome. I'm pretty sure I just made that up but, since anyone reading this has now stopped to go find the red button I don't have to worry about that. I guess it must be close to that time of the month. That's when it's hardest for me to control my base desires. It's unfortunate I was raised to believe living out these fantasies is immoral. Well actually since I don't have anyone in my life to play with, it could be a good thing to not have the urge to truly follow my base instincts. At the end of the episode I start playing on my phone. The business cell hasn't rung in weeks and doesn't look like it will ring today either. I like to play multiple apps to make time go by without interference from my inner porn star. Most of the time it helps but, only for the few hours that these games are found interesting by my unfocused mind. I'm trying to hard and my dream world is fighting back. I'm way too under-sexed. I know people these days meet up through apps and have one night stands but, that whole moral upbringing thing keeps turning me away from making that choice. My head is burning and spinning. I know my distractions won't last too much longer. Maybe I should just sleep. I walked in the door ragged from A full day. Gliding to the bedroom I silently closed the door. Quickly removing my clothes I sailed into the bathroom. A warm shower was all I needed, but a gentle sensation of his presence filled my mind. I turned up the heat trying to distract myself. It wasn't working. Toweling off I wiped the steam from the mirror. Staring into my brown eyes wondering how long this weakness of mine would keep controlling me. I brushed my teeth, maybe a good cleaning will clear my mind. I moved quickly to the night stand and sat combing my long black hair. This usually made me feel better, but the longing wasn't going away today. I gave up and laid on the bed. He turned to me, kissin my lips, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. I tried to catch my breath but only got his. His hand took a slow tour of my body, stopping to encircle my areolas one at a time, licking each one between kisses. I in turn found myself caressing his strong back and toned chest. He looked like milk chocolate and made me melt like butter. Each touch sent shivers up my spine until I couldn't contain myself. I gripped his rump playfully inviting him to take me. He liked playing with my body so ignored the invitation and continued to tease me. He kissed my long neck and slid his hands between my thick thighs. He felt my warmth. He moved his lips down the center of my being. My soul shuttered with each moist endearment. He stopped just below the navel waiting for me to start squirming with anticipation. This was his favorite part. He took his hand petting me gently between my legs while looking up at me waiting to see my frustration from the delay. He could only tease me for so long but it was worth it. I silently started pleading for more gripping tighter on his body, pulling him to me. A thin smile crossed his lips before he licked them. Then he took his tongue and slid it up my right inner thigh to the sweet juicy center. He played inside me for a moment then went to the other side. Back to center. He went back and forth like this until I grabbed the back of his head. I had enough with his game. I wanted his undivided attention in the center. He happily obliged. He stayed there enjoying the taste of me until I once again gripped him. I pulled on his ears gently but firmly, leading his face back up to mine. Spreading my legs with the firm belief that he will insert himself inside me. Again he was pleased to do my bidding. Placing himself in me slowly, he stared down at my stretched back head. I was fully ready to enjoy myself. He took his time stroking back and forth. He felt my thighs shaking. He leaned into me placing his right hand on the small of my back, lifting me slightly. As he leaned in to kiss me, I could hear a small moan escape my throat. I was hooked. His pace was smooth and gentle. Another small moan ran from me. I reached up and wrapped my arm around him then my legs. I was ready for the ride of my life. my moans slowly grew in intensity. I wasn't usually this noisy, but I couldn't control it. His pace quickened and so did my noises. Louder, faster, more irritating each time. I couldn't concentrate. my arm flared in response to the noise, but I didn't want to let him go. Again the noises became louder. I reached out slamming my hand down. It was over. The noise stopped. I sat up at the side of my bed wondering. At what age does one stop having wet dreams? I looked evilly at the alarm that woke me and longingly at the empty bed with hope. I sighed and told myself there's always another night.