A Reccuring Dream

(This is an erotic narration.)

The fantasy came back to me this morning, while it was still dark...quiet. I could have been dreaming...somewhere between that hazy realm of sleep. And yet, the memory of the dream was so vivid in my mind.

It always begins the same. I’m in your house. Just sitting with a book in my hands, when a voice catches my focus.

It’s soft, distant. And I may have passed it by, a trick of the wind. Yet there it is again, teasing me, begging me to follow.

So I set the book down and trace it to the hallway. And it’s the second door on the left..it always is in this recurring dream of mine...that catches my attention.

The smoke billows out from below the door in great, grey, rolling clouds. Winding past me like an entrance to another realm.

And I instinctively know this where I should stop, but that voice reaches my ears again. Muffled, but no mistaking. Calling to me. Calling my name into that room.

 And though I hesitate, my curiosity compels me to grip the door knob. I can’t resist. It beckons me like a song in my blood.

 As I open the door, the steam temporarily blinds me. Yet, I hear it clear as day then, my name slipping out of your mouth in a way I’ve never heard it before. Desperate. Like a prayer. Like a promise.

And then I see you, water dripping from your hair down to your hands working away at yourself in the shower. Your arm on the wall, eyes closed in some otherworldly bliss. A breathy groan escapes your lips as if it was teased out by a God...and I feel my heartbeat in my ears.

Normally, this is where I would stop. Force myself awake. The you I know in the day to day is reserved...kind, but quiet.

It feels wrong to think of you so primal, so wanton, and erotic. But this morning, I’m not sure what came over me...I couldn’t look away.

 I let you see me there, watching you. Your eyes landed upon mine, nearly black with arousal.

A blush creeped from your ears into your face, but you just held still. So still, like a predator waiting to see what its prey might do.

As if you’d been waiting all this time...waiting for me to stop this ceaseless dreaming, and to step inside the door.

So I closed the door behind me with a soft click....and never leaving your gaze, peeled my clothes off one by one.

Your voice was still ringing in my ears, heating my very blood as I approached quietly across the tile. I needed it. To hear it again, my name in your mouth. My presence in your mind.

I didn’t hesitate. I just knelt before you in that shower, feeling as powerful as a king sits in his own throne. And I took you into my mouth.

It was like a sweet drug flooding me, the power to draw my name from your throat. I wanted you to forget everything.

Every woman who ever touched you. Every woman who ever looked at you. Forget the world outside. Forget your own name. Just see only me.

Only me below you with your hands wound in my hair. Me gripping around your cock...pulling you into my mouth. The warm heat of my tongue circling the head. Tempting. Coaxing. Taking. Taking your pleasure as my own. Again…and again…and again.

And I know I shouldn’t. But I’ll wonder, when I next see you. I’ll wonder...If you would’ve liked the dream of what passed between us in the shower this morning.