Dreaming

I lay alone in our bed. Longing.

My hand stroking myself. My breath ragged as I dreamt of you.

I dream of you sliding down on top of me. Riding up and down.

I dream of me thrusting up at you.

I dream of you coming all over me.

I woke with my hand soaked and the sweet memory of you.

~ by Diana on July 25, 2009.

2 Responses to “Dreaming”

  1. Sounds like a very nice dream… πŸ™‚

  2. mmmm waking wet is so nice. πŸ™‚

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