I sit here and close my eyes. Each passing moment my mind ticks over thinking, dreaming of what can’t be. Only in my mind the dreams form into some contrived virtual reality mixed with rushing hormones. I can’t think anymore. When I think I fall. Fall into blissful dreams of what shouldn’t be.
I see nakedness, two lovers embracing in the open air. I see the blanket beneath their writhing bodies. I see her climb on top of her lover. She throws her hair back, her hips grinding forward and back seeking maximum pleasure. I hear them in my mind, moaning whispering to each other, building up to that inevitable climax. I see his hand on her hips as she straddles him. He’s thrusting upward to meet her grinding motions. His hands run up her body, caressing her soft, cool, skin. Her nipples jut out begging to be licked. He senses her yearning and sits up slightly to trace his tongue around her shrinking areola. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. She moans in approval as she looks down at him. He grips her hips in his firm grasp and thrusts upward again and again and again. She moans louder and grinds herself into him. Rubbing back and forward with vigour. Her eyes open and she looks into his with a haze of confusion and lust. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens. Her body shakes and convulses, a low moan builds from the back of her throat and escapes her lips. She lets out a final scream and starts to fall backwards. He catches the small of her back and thrust upward both climaxing. He smiles, they embrace and and kiss. His lips, warm and tender. Their tongues meet and tangle.
Then I open my eyes. I see the screen in front of me. Thoughts still run through my mind. Should I close my eyes again?
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