A Thought Of My Reality (LINK)
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Do you mine if I share with you some thoughts I have? Would you mine if I told you the things I feel in my eyes when I see and think of you reflecting the emotions that can not be hidden? Though I am not near you right now to hear your response, I am there in spirit, and that spirit is telling me yes. Yes to my request, yes to your response and no, I am not making this up, because you are what I am made of and have been looking for my entire life, and I am proud to say these things to you today. Have you ever had such vivid dreams that you did not know or do not know when or where it ends and reality begins? While falling asleep thinking about you last night and what seems to be every night since we first met, I woke up feeling that you were thinking about me. Now in between all of this, we shared some incredible moments in my mind that I hope has crossed yours as well in a thought of my reality.
Now before I get ahead of myself, I should slow this down and put you in the proper perspective on the illustration I want to paint for you today, because this is also for tomorrow and the many days after that. This was not a elegant or isolated time, or a once in a lifetime moment we were sharing, this was our daily routine in showing each other how we feel and felt about being with other. I guess the word I would use is routine, but seeing how I have never had such a daily ritual like this, would say it is special or how special you are to me in my dreams and thoughts of my reality. But that is what I believe makes us different, I do not think I could and can feel like this again, because it almost seems unbelievable or like a dream that I have tried to make happen by force, instead of letting nature or fate take it is natural course. So I guess the name of this theory of thought, fits the realm of tangible evidence I feel when I am with you in mind, body soul and or spirit, even though it just might be a thought of my reality.
The scene was nothing spectacular, beside you just being in my presence, and we were all alone, just finish putting the children to bed after reading them a bed time story, and lit the fire place ready to relax. In unison, we both exhale, letting out all of the pressures of the day, and ready to tackle the next phase of our moment and or evening that blends simultaneously with our lives. We speak to each other, not talk at each other, slowly lowering our voice to fit the mood we are both trying to set. We glance, and then stare into each others eyes and embrace our souls like so many times before, this is home, not a house, and has many rooms that need to be intimately decorated by us together. I stand, you stay sitting, though your back has taken on a new position of vulnerability awaiting for me to join you. The music is soft, the lights even softer and we feel nocturnal finding each others silhouette in the shadows of the night. You reach out, requesting that I join you, I respond without saying a word and caress you as you need and have been waiting for all day long. You look at me, I thank you for looking, you say to me the words you can only speak to me which are sacred and meant for only me, and while I hold you and vow to never leave or let you go under any circumstance, you say to me, I am yours and a slave to your life forever. Now the thoughts that are passing through our minds are pure, nothing short of genuine, we hold back nothing thinking about how we first met and the many other choices we had to be some where else, then we think about what we have accomplished and what faces us in the future, though that is unknown but okay because we will travel that path together. Our security is not money,it is each other and the dedication that we will stand side by side and confront situations as one, attacking any and everything from all angles, because to let the other fall, is to fall along side with them.
We think of our families, our children, the good times and the bad. Though I am fully erect and fully excited about by being with you, you exceed my obvious state of mental stimulation that has arouses us both in this moment we have created, shared and looked forward to experiencing, with inviting me into your world again like it may be the last time we see each other. So now you stand, taller than ever before because stature is all I see in you not size. Your back is arched, neck tilted to the side, and your looking at me with tears of joy in your eyes meant to quench the thirst I have for you as I lick your cheek and make my way to your inviting mouth that tells me you love me and need me to love you even more, like you said when I first made love to you. I touch you, you feel me, I kiss you, you kiss me, forcefully with the gentle touch you have mastered and trained me to accept and recognize as home. You moan, I answer, you pull me closer and try to pull myself inside of you so that I can see what you are feeling, because you need me to know that I am yours and you are mine, unconditionally. But we have only begun our routine for the evening, because to me, this is not just a moment, not a special occasion, nothing romantic, not to conceive children, not to satisfy our lust, this is something I call a thought of my reality with you in my dreams at night and for life.
So now with the fire burning hotter than the flames in front of us, I remove your bra. You remove my shirt, I admire your panties but also remove them because they are now an obstacle that will not stop what we both want to happen. We trust each other with our
lives, so no condoms are in the house. We need each other to be each other, so no other faces appear in our minds. You moan again and again, I reach for the lotion, you remove my pants, I hand you the lotion, we both start massaging each other all over our bodies
and admire the flaws we have come to see as perfections. You lay down, on your back, parting your limbs showing me the entrance into your soul. I kneel down, ambitious to no end, placing my tongue around your lips that are swollen and awaiting for me to kiss
them. I lick you, you feel it, I lick again, and again and again, while also feeling your body move and squirm to get into the perfect angle to bring you to your indescribable pleasure state. I taste you, the juices are flowing abundantly all around my mouth, but I let nothing pass me. Then my hands reach up and grab your breast, finding your nipples and sliding down to control your child bearing hips. You extend your arms, and place your hands on my body, leaving traces of your passion all over my back, to brand me and show me your approval of our act only played out for each others eyes. You start to moan louder, your body moving faster, you dig deeper into my skin, the fluids are now gathering and in an instant, you let go and remember why you are with me, an experience an orgasm like never before.
But now you act quickly, without hesitation you climb on top of me, wanting to take me to the level you are now at and start kissing me where you know I need to be touched. Kissing me fast and then slow, kissing me from the top of my head down to my toes and every where in between. Then you pause, you have found a place, a place where you call home, the place where I need and want you to hide in your mouth time and time again. Though I am the man, and you the woman, our physical roles change, and you assume the role of provider. You are determined to take me to the place you call home, and let me know it is my home also and something we have built together through trials and tribulations. So then I moan, and moan again, my shaft getting harder and harder from the saliva you use as lubricant to oil my piston, meant for your engine and car to drive. You reach for my chest, play with my nipples and then, I explode, covering your mouth with the same juices that will conceive our next child. We both look at each other, and see each other for the first time, again. Now this might seem a bit much, but I have not even spoke about us physically making love yet, so let your imagination go with that one, and tell me your dream and then reality. But understand that I am just explaining to you something I call a thought of my reality, and a beginning that will never end with someone within the minds & pages they write together, in the book they publish for love, not lust.
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