My close friend, my confidant, at times my partner in crime. I dream of you. Late at night when the lights are off and all is quiet, I close my eyes and you appear.

Lost in my fantasy, I can hear you. Your voice whispers words of love. Your lips seek out mine. Your hands caress, and a single tear falls from my eye. I want what I can not have, should not have, and yet, you are mine.

I see you standing there, watching me. Your dark eyes smile. My arms reach out, begging, wanting to hold you. You come to me. Gathering me close, I hear the words, “I love you, tonight you will be mine.”

Your touch is soft, yet strong. Large hands quickly remove the white lace barrier that separates us. Pulling me up, you command that I kneel before you. “I just want to look at you.”

I remain still, while a battle rages deep inside me. Shyness and the overwhelming need to please, clash. My heartbeat pounds out a violent tempo in my ears. The palms of my hands grow damp. My face reddens with each passing second.

A single finger touches my chin, lifting. I meet your gaze, and gasp at the intensity found there. “Stand.” Was it a question, or a command? I wasn’t sure, perhaps it was both.  My body rises, but my eyes lower. “I want you to look at me. Don’t look down again.
Alright?”

“Yes.” My answer is breathy, nervous.

Fingertips explore my face. Over my forehead, down my cheeks, they brush across my lips.  They fan out and cradle my face, lifting, urging me closer to you. Our lips meet. The kiss is searing, my knees go weak, and another teardrop falls.

Looking up, I search your face, trying to find comfort, reassurance. It is there. You pick me up and walk the few steps to my bed. Softly you lie me down, step back, and slowly begin to remove your own clothes. I watch you, curiously. In a matter of moments you stand before me in all your wonderful naked glory. I need you. The shyness is gone. It has been replaced with a growing hunger, only your love can satisfy.

Slipping into the sheets, lying next to me, I can feel the heat of your body. It draws me near, warming. I turn to you, and you immediately wrap me in a hug. We smile. I blush, and look away. Your words echo through my mind...”Don’t look away again.... And I return your gaze. Large soft hands caress the softness of my back. Closing my eyes I settle into your warmth.

Delicate feather light kisses, you place on my shoulders and neck. “You smell good.” The whispered words send shivers racing down my body. When your hands moved from my back to my breasts I am not sure. But, they were there, cupping, teasing me. Your lips find mine again. Your tongue exploring, parting, searching.

Pulling away, you smile, touch my face, and slowly trail your fingertips down over my cheeks, along my neck, stopping at my breasts. I reach for your hand, take it to my mouth and suckle your fingers, for just a moment, before I slowly slide your finger from my mouth. I let its wetness trace a path to my waiting breast. Your hand in mine, I slowly trace a circle around my nipple, causing it to harden.

You watch me, amazement filling your face with wonder. Then you dip your head and tongue my hardened bud. My hands entwine in your hair. I arch my back, offering myself to you. “Oh God, please touch me.” I beg.

Tossing the sheet to one side, you move down my body. Tender kisses and quick nips journey downward. You stop at the moist heated vee, the center of my femininity. Your fingers run through the soft curls, only present at the top of my opening. I jump when I feel your breath, blowing lightly across those curls. Lips tenderly kiss lips; your tongue dips in, tasting the flowing juices. I gasp out in surprised delight. This is all the encouragement you need. Your tongue is hot, soft, and wonderfully sinful as it circles my nub.

Guiding my legs around your shoulders, your tongue buries deeper. Your fingers penetrate, first one, then another, and another. My hands are in your hair; my hips are grinding against you as the first wave of pleasure rolls through my body.

Frantically I claw at your back and shoulders. “Oh God, please, I need you inside me.”
“Shh, Baby, it’s OK, relax.” Slowly you kiss your way back up my body, holding me close, waiting for my trembling to reside.

My body settles, and you move over me. Our eyes meet as your hardness slowly slips into my body. A deep moan escapes my lips, and you smile. My legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. We cling to each other, desperate to be as close as possible, our need growing.
Suddenly, a blinding pleasure explodes throughout my body, and I scream out your name.

Your hands hold my face, as you search my eyes and whisper, “I love you.” Moments later the heat of your love floods my body. We lie in each other’s arms, gasping, smiling, happy, sated.
My eyes drift open...my hands are stilled. I am alone. Now the tears flow freely down my face, spilling on the pillow below. You’re not real, just a dream, a fantasy of mine.  Maybe someday we will meet, but I know the chances are slim.

Please know... that it doesn’t matter what happens in the future. YOU my dear sweet friend will always be... My Fantasy Lover