My Fantasy
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He stops me,
On the landing,
And gently pushes me
Against the wall.
I know what he wants,
As I look up into
His light-coloured eyes,
And I want it too;
But I musn't let him know.

He, with his thick brown hair
So inviting to touch.
His wide, deep-set eyes,
Betraying his thoughts.
A button, left open at his collar
Displays a chest thick with hair.
Well-muscled arms,
Placed so his hands
Press against the wall,
Block any escape route.

One hand leaves the wall,
But I am paralyzed
By the look in his eyes.
I look away, but
The hand continues up
Until a smooth finger
Rests underneath my chin
And tilts my head
To receive an electrifying kiss.

One arm encircles my shoulders
And he gently leads me to a door.
The door opens onto a
Old-fashioned bedroom, with
A rather large bed facing the door
And a wardrobe on the right-hand wall
Facing the window.
Beside the door is a little sink,
I presume to free up the one bathroom
>From such mundane tasks as
Brushing one's teeth.
Beside the wardrobe are two suitcases;
I recognize one of them as being mine.
How odd.

His arm leaves my shoulders and
He passes behind me as I go to
Look out the window.
What am I doing in this sleepy little pub
In this sleepy little English town?

I move aside the white lace curtains
And notice the street that leads
Down the hill is cobbled.
Further away, across the tops of the
Houses and church steeples,
One can see the afternoon sun
Glinting off of the high tide
And the various ships and skiffs
Anchored in the harbor.

The fussing behind me suddenly stops
And a pair of arms circle my waist
Accompanied by amorous kisses
Down the right side of my neck.
Gentle hands grasp my shoulders
And as they turn me around,
I notice the bed has been turned down.

More kisses follow, this time
On the lips as well as the neck
As he unbuttons and removes my blouse.
This man won't stop.
I reach out and unbutton his shirt;
After all, this is what
I've always wanted, right?

I run my fingers through his hair,
Both on his head and on his chest,
As he removes his shirt.
He holds me to his body so tightly
That I know he has wanted this
For a long time, too.

His palms caress my back momentarily
Until they find the fastenings of my brazier.
Once undone, he slips the straps
Off my arms and his hands proceed
To stroke my back some more.
His hands then kneed my shoulders,
And after grasping them gently,
He tilts me backward ever so slightly
So he can nuzzle and suckle my breasts.
That occupies him for only a moment,
Since such a posture is very uncomfortable
For both of us.

After caressing my cheek with
The back of his hand,
He then proceeds to loosen and
Remove my skirt.
He smiles because he finds
That I am wearing stockings, not hose.
He then slips his hands down the sides
Of my sensible briefs,
And pushes them down my legs
Until they are around my ankles.
As I step out of them,
He also removes my shoes
One by one.

As he leads me towards the bead
I notice its lavender sheets
With the colour repeated on the top cover.
As he turns my head so I
Once again look into his eyes,
All thoughts of the room
And its furnishings
Flee from my mind.

He sits me down on the
Edge of the bed
Then, as he sits down beside me
He reaches around from behind
And begins to massage my breasts
As he lightly kisses
The left side of my neck
And gently nibbles at my ear.

He then releases me and
Gently lays me down on the bed,
Lifting my legs up onto the bed
As he stands up.
With his right hand,
He caresses me from head to foot
In one smooth motion.
Then he straightens and
Begins to remove his pants.

Once he has removed
The rest of his clothing
He slowly circles around to
The other side of the bed
And lays down beside me.
Turning me so I lie
Flat on my back,
He leans over and kisses me,
Long and gentle enough
To take my breath away.

He then continues kissing down to my breasts
Where he gently nibbles and suckles at my nipples.
His left hand squeezes my right breast,
Then continues down my right side
Until he feels the swell of my hip.
Then he begins to caress my thigh,
Slowly moving inward
Until he reaches between my legs.

Gentle fingers begin to explore
The depths of my soul and
Encounter a flood of moisture.
I cry out in ecstasy;
(Quietly, lest the neighbors hear.)
I open my eyes as he lifts his head
>From my breasts.
He smiles and caresses my cheek
With the back of his hand.

Then he raises himself and
With one last kiss on
Both of my nipples,
Proceeds to kiss
Every inch of me.
Then he sits up and,
After tickling my feet
With his lips,
He prostates himself
Between my thighs
And begins to explore.

Nibbling, suckling;
Ecstasy has never been so sweet.
He, however, is a master
Even though my cries
Are almost inaudible,
He knows exactly when to stop.
Rising to his knees,
He then crawls up to the head of the bed
Over top of me;
His light kisses doing nothing to ease
The inner tensions I feel.

When his kisses reach my neck,
He spreads my hips
To their fullest extent,
And penetrates deeply.
He does so gently at first,
So that it doesn't hurt,
But my cries encourage him
To plunge deeper and faster
We both cry out with
That glorious release.

Drained, he collapses on top of me
So he can catch his breath.
As he gets off of me,
He kisses me on my neck once more,
Then he makes himself comfortable
On my left.
After he pulls up the bed covers,
I nestle my head in the hollow
Beneath his shoulder and
We fall asleep.

A noise pierces my slumber.
Loud and hideous enough
To wake the dead.
Sullenly, I open my eyes
And note that the alarm clock
Reads seven o'clock in the morning.
By rote, I turn over and prod
My husband in the ribs,
Mentioning that I have pressed
The snooze button.
Come again?