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Morning In May
It's early. Much too early for me to be awake, before the girls leave for school, before the guy leaves
for work, but the dream woke me again and my body is too aroused to return to the relaxed state of
sleep. Three more hours until I can fulfill the fantasy which began in my subconscious hours earlier.
Three more long excruciating hours until I can be alone with my collection of poor substitutes for the
real thing I crave. As if any inanimate object can come close to the feel of warm, wet flesh, but it will
have to do until we're together.
Quietly, I return to bed and pretend to be asleep. I hear the boisterous sounds of teenagers getting
ready for school, followed by blissful silence. I listen acutely for the sound of the garage door closing,
and just to be certain, wait five more minutes before tossing the covers to the floor. My body hungers
for more than coffee and eggs this morning and the craving cannot wait any longer.
Your voice replays in my mind, fueling the fires that you ignited last week on the phone. The words I
can't say, the sounds you won't allow me to make, I'm replaying it all, with the help of a few items I
keep hidden in my closet. It's been almost two years since I tasted you, two years since I felt your
strong arms and hungry mouth, but it seems as if it were only a few hours ago.
I walk into the closet where I keep my secret treasures in a locked felt-lined box hidden behind the
fuzzy slippers, terry cloth robes and business suits. I open the box and gently remove a number of items,
as thoughts of you begin to form in my mind. It's been almost two years since I tasted you, two years
since I felt your strong arms and hungry mouth, but it seems as if it were only a few hours ago. The
dream comes alive and I see you standing before me, like a ghost. I remove my cotton night shirt and
replace it with a red silk nighty. The coolness of the material gently caresses my breasts, my sightless
nipples believe the sensation to come from your tongue and they grow hard at the touch. I want more,
need to have you fill the darkness with your delicious presence.
I lie back on the bed, taking the hard, plastic fake you from its lair and place into the inviting wetness. I
move it slowly, the rhythm imitating what I remembered from the last time you were real. I feel your
tongue on my clit, which is really only my very wet finger moving in tiny circles, varied pressure, willing
myself to have no will of my own.
Another finger enters a dark place where no other man has gone, and, with your voice in my head, the
feeling is overwhelming. My other hand moves slowly up my thigh, over my stomach to my breasts and
in my mind you are in the room with me. My nipples are so hard as I imagine your mouth on them. The
palm of my hand flies over the very tip of one, then swiftly moves across the other playfully, teasingly
and a soft, low moan escapes into the silence as waves of ecstasy surge through me.
In my mind, I hear your soft voice whisper seductive commands and I see your face above me, smiling
wickedly because you know you have me totally in your power. The orgasms start small and build
uncontrollably and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming, even though there's no one around in
the empty house to hear. I take the plastic you with my juices dripping from it and put it in my mouth
and taste the flavor of our passion, and suck on it the way you'll tell me to do when it's real, and I come
so hard I'm dizzy.
And realizing it's after one o'clock in the afternoon and I'm still not dressed and I've missed lunch and
never did get to breakfast because I just spent the better part of the day making love to my fantasy
lover when I should have been doing all the mundane things I usually do on my day off. But right now I
need this time alone with you so that I can get through the rest of the day, the week, my life.
As soon as I'm able to stand, I'll have to take a shower, but if I take you in there with me, I may never
leave. And there's laundry to do and dinner to make and another night to get through before the dawn
arrives and it will be too early to wake up.
Or not.
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