It's one of those strange mornings
when it's time to go to work but it's a non-working day.
And it's raining. And the glass of my window is foggy and cold.
And my nightgown and stockings wait for you.
For your fingers, for your kisses.
I want to sleep but I want to know the scent of your skin
the temperature of your hands as they caress me.
I imagine us going to sleep together.
I hallucinate with the idea of your hands rummaging under my nightgown.
I'm fascinated thinking about your tongue...
I have reserved a part of myself for you.
(And a dose of humidity).
I imagine my hands in your hair as you gently bite my nipples.
And I lose the moans that you'll extract from me someday...
The naked sex longs for your caresses
as if it were possible to yearn for the unknown...
These are crazy ideas from a strange morning.
When the rain hitting the roof marks the rhythm of fantasy.
A strong drop falls, an intense kiss...
A dripping sound on the ceiling...
And I imagine your tongue rubbing against me quickly.
Then your fingers opening my lips...
As you kiss my mouth and press my breasts against your chest.
I imagine myself surrendered to the pleasure you give me.
Looking at you with open eyes, gasping for air,
and your caresses entering and leaving me smoothly.
Stopping to shudder every time you squeeze my clitoris...
Braking the world's spin every time your mouth devours my neck.
I desire to have all of your body here with me
that unknown body I imagine although I don't know how to imagine it.
Because I don't know anything about you and I don't want you to know anything about me
but I miss the taste of your intimacy, which I need today.
I miss it because I feel like I've had it already.
Maybe in one of your texts
perhaps in one of my dreams.
Having your sex in my mouth and your soul looking at me as you make me come.
Recalling every part of you with my tongue and feeling my excitement grow
as I listen to your exclamations of pleasure.
I wish you would also touch the wet sheets... And you smile sweetly and full of desire.
In this morning I yearn for the tender fury of your embrace,
the madness of your tongue entwining with mine,
while your cock that's boiling slips juicy
rubbing my pubis, seeking that groove to slide into
and begin to find the way to enter me.
Although you're already inside me.
(And be master of a part of me).
It's raining hard and I imagine myself on top of you,
gushing with passion as I ride you,
and see how you gaze mesmerized at my bouncing breasts
at the same time that you squeeze my ass with your strong hands...
I almost feel you vibrating inside my body, making me shudder.
I open my mouth seeking your breath,
close my eyes surrendering to a dream.
I climax in one of those orgasms that also traverse brain and heart...
And suddenly I wake up. And you're very far away.
Everything came to an end.
(Or perhaps it's a beginning?)
I have to sleep. And I couldn't get pills to not dream...
when it's time to go to work but it's a non-working day.
And it's raining. And the glass of my window is foggy and cold.
And my nightgown and stockings wait for you.
For your fingers, for your kisses.
I want to sleep but I want to know the scent of your skin
the temperature of your hands as they caress me.
I imagine us going to sleep together.
I hallucinate with the idea of your hands rummaging under my nightgown.
I'm fascinated thinking about your tongue...
I have reserved a part of myself for you.
(And a dose of humidity).
I imagine my hands in your hair as you gently bite my nipples.
And I lose the moans that you'll extract from me someday...
The naked sex longs for your caresses
as if it were possible to yearn for the unknown...
These are crazy ideas from a strange morning.
When the rain hitting the roof marks the rhythm of fantasy.
A strong drop falls, an intense kiss...
A dripping sound on the ceiling...
And I imagine your tongue rubbing against me quickly.
Then your fingers opening my lips...
As you kiss my mouth and press my breasts against your chest.
I imagine myself surrendered to the pleasure you give me.
Looking at you with open eyes, gasping for air,
and your caresses entering and leaving me smoothly.
Stopping to shudder every time you squeeze my clitoris...
Braking the world's spin every time your mouth devours my neck.
I desire to have all of your body here with me
that unknown body I imagine although I don't know how to imagine it.
Because I don't know anything about you and I don't want you to know anything about me
but I miss the taste of your intimacy, which I need today.
I miss it because I feel like I've had it already.
Maybe in one of your texts
perhaps in one of my dreams.
Having your sex in my mouth and your soul looking at me as you make me come.
Recalling every part of you with my tongue and feeling my excitement grow
as I listen to your exclamations of pleasure.
I wish you would also touch the wet sheets... And you smile sweetly and full of desire.
In this morning I yearn for the tender fury of your embrace,
the madness of your tongue entwining with mine,
while your cock that's boiling slips juicy
rubbing my pubis, seeking that groove to slide into
and begin to find the way to enter me.
Although you're already inside me.
(And be master of a part of me).
It's raining hard and I imagine myself on top of you,
gushing with passion as I ride you,
and see how you gaze mesmerized at my bouncing breasts
at the same time that you squeeze my ass with your strong hands...
I almost feel you vibrating inside my body, making me shudder.
I open my mouth seeking your breath,
close my eyes surrendering to a dream.
I climax in one of those orgasms that also traverse brain and heart...
And suddenly I wake up. And you're very far away.
Everything came to an end.
(Or perhaps it's a beginning?)
I have to sleep. And I couldn't get pills to not dream...
17 comentários - Sueño de una mañana de invierno
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
He sentido lo mismo tantas veces...leerte es casi un Deja Vu.
🙌
Mañana van 10, gracias por compartirlo!
Te dejé puntos xq realmente disrute mucho de la lectura de este gran relato.
Por privado te mando algo mío.
Besos!
"Imagino mis manos en tu pelo mientras mordés suave mis pezones.
Y se me escapan los gemidos que vas a arrancarme algún día…
El sexo desnudo añora tus caricias"
Estallo en un orgasmo de esos que atraviesan también el cerebro y el corazón…
venía leyendo e imaginando todo y al llegar acá ¡uau! también sentí con vos...
despues, como casi siempre, la pálida le ganó a los sueños 😉
o no ❤️
relindo volver y leerte y que me leas...