MOONLIT SEDUCTION

CHOLE I plunged into the darkness, my heart racing with anticipation. His tongue plays with mine and the feeling runs shivers down my back. I returned the kiss with equal fervor, our lips moving in perfect sync. His lips are so familiar from all the nights of shared pleasure. I comb my fingers through his black curly hair. His strong hands ran along my hips, pulling me in to him, letting me feel his firmness against my waist. I arch my back, desiring his touch, my flesh aching for his lust. His hands roam my body, tracing the curves of my waist, then lower still, until they find the hem of my nightgown. He pulls it and pulls it, inch by inch, his fingers barely touching me, yet they are there, a promise. I whimper and my breath is caught in my mouth and his lips move down to my neck and kiss my skin delicately. His hands slip under my nightwear, caressing my bare thighs, and I feel myself melting into his touch. He runs his fingers along the top of my breast and his thumb runs along the cleavage, which is spread wide open at this point, and he bites my lower lip with his teeth. I'm trembling, my body aching for it. He grabs my ass and tosses me onto his bed. He spreads my legs wide and his finger trails a path between my thighs, higher and higher, and I'm climbing. I whimper, shaking with anticipation, my heart racing in my chest. Then, at the peak of the wave, I go. I toss a little, my eyes flutter open, and I fumble around trying to get comfortable in the darkness of my room. I'm alone. My sheets are all wadded up, and my nightgown is bunched up at the bottom of my legs. I'm wet, my body still humming with desire. A sigh of hopelessness I breathed from my breast. "Damn! It's just a dream." The same dream I've had for the past two years of my life, always ending at the brink of my o****m, never quite fulfilling my deepest desires. I kick off the covers, my body still smoldering from his contact. It's as if I'm stuck in some kind of lIMBO perpetually striving to achieve a dream that I can't quite seem to achieve. I just want to scream, I want to cry, I want to scream at the f**king universe for dangling something so perfect in front of my face only to rip it away from me. But I don't. I'm still lying there on my bed, my body still throbbing in arousal, and my heart bleeding with lust. I shut my eyes and attempt to doze back off, back into the dream, so I can knock back into it. Maybe, just maybe, this time I'll finally feel what I long to feel.