she said she was happy he was dreaming again

                                                    mebbe not if she knew what he was dreaming

some people are affected by their dreamsthey flinch if theyre going to die awakesuddenly beating it out of their dream as if it were an axemans blade they were pushed off a tall building a gun held to their temple the hammer cocked  all the sorted ways one could die or feared dying  drowning alone at sea asphyxiating crushed by a car a stampede

poisoned by a loved one

he dreamed he died all the ways he could die

he didnt wake up

he wanted to see

                      then he dreamed all the dreams of all the ways and places he could fuck  all the unknown women rarely ever seeing their faces and if he did he rarely recognised them  he fucked strangers  he dreamed homosexual dreams that disturbed himthough he didnt wake and came as copiously as he came on womens faces in their mouths between their tits stuffed inside their cunts   carefully gently thrusting in their asses

his homosexual encounters however were curiously parlayed by his consciousness? he gavehe didnt take and the dreamed men like the dreamed women remained faceless 

while he lived in Miami he had an affair with a woman Kristin who he stole from Thor  one evening after an athletic fuck throughout her apartment  relaxing  spent  naked  sharing a bottle of wine she asked him if he wouldnt mind drawing a picture a detailed picture of a naked woman for her  his ideally-proportioned woman  her ideal attributes

having drawn the picture  it took him some time as he rarely sketched or doodled  sharing it with her she asked if she might studied it

Of course  he opened another bottle of wine

setting the drawing aside she took a deep sip of the cold Pouilly-Fuisse pushed him on his back swallowed the wine and took his flaccid cock in her chilled mouthexquisite aroused him again then she suddenly came off himheld him in her hand Have a moment? he gasped she said as she gently stroked his cock  then without waiting for his answer she said that while he artfully configured the womans bodyher posture hair he didnt defined her face he didnt provided her an identity which suggested to her that he was more interested in women for their bodies their physicalness than for their person who they were

laughingsuddenly out loud in her face he didnt mean to snub her obviously hurt her feelings she quit stroking his cock he grabbed her by the wrist and brought her hand back to his cock  A momentplease a moment for me to explain maybe she was trying to hurt his feeling though shed have to go far deeper Please

she took his cock in her hand again her eyes shining she blinked back her tears

Thank you thank you for hearing me out particularly considering my outburstI am sorryI apologise  and thank you for keeping our intimacy  I couldnt possibly draw her face More resides in a womans face than just her features Youll excuse the tepid though terribly true assessment that a persons eyes are the portals of their soul the coals of their intelligence the fire of their identity While her bodyher physical attributes attractiveness is primary to meyoud be lying if my bodymy fortunately-formed face didnt attract you at first  sex would be one-dimensional eventually boring and dissatisfying if her mind wasnt the salt and pepperthe spice that could truly entice mehold my fascination incite my fantasy

Kristen You are fascinating

she smiled she released his hard on she took a long sip at her wine and as she set her glass down on the stone hearth at the fireplace he caught her by her shoulder  Swallow your wine he said My turn  and taking a sip of wine he pushed her onto her back and parted her legs

Kristen was fascinating and imaginative

she served herself as dessert one evening

her diningroom overlooked Key Biscayne from ten stories up

when dinner was finished she took up the dishes and entering the kitchen she asked him to sit tight she had something for dessert

            they rarely had dessert

returning to the diningroom briefly she dimmed the lights

Did you need any help he asked

she laughed in reply No thank you, sit still.

she reentered the room naked  save for a silk scarf at her throat its ends like petals or languid tongues at her breasts

in her hands she carried had a large oval sterlingsliver serving platter melon and fruit were artfully arranged at its edges in its center was a silver bowl of whipped cream

she kissed him hungrily

as she leaned forward to set the platter on the table before him her thigh at his thigh he stroked the undersides of her breasts with his hands

she set the bowl of whipped cream to a side and turned facing him  she straddled himkissed him again then she tossed her headher ginger hair freeing itself from the loose knot she wore it in she set her hands at the tables edge one foot on his thigh she lifted herself and sat Oooh that’s cold on the platter  her hips were garnished by the fruit  spreading her legs she set the shallow lathered bowl just under her quim smiled wickedly If you prefer whipped cream.

they had the fruit and whipped cream later before the fireplace with crystal flutes of champagne  they shared a couple bowls of hashish

he hadnt had a dessert to rival hers since

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