Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 17:10:29 EDT
From: Melissa A <StarShaped2@aol.com>
Subject: In My Dream...

        In my dream there is someone else. A nameless beauty, a forbidden
and aching want. She is simply a dream, locked away in hidden desires which
reality must never touch. Yet I ache for her touch...
        In my dream she is as familiar as an old lover, exciting as a new
partner. She is soft, curvy, strong. Nimble hands that know every inch of
my body, kisses that make me weak in the knees. She makes me comfortable
with all I am, all I need, all I desire.
        In my dream she leads me, commands me, takes me completely.  Slowly
at first, she kisses the back of my neck and adores the control over me.
Her hands caress, undress, and lay me down. How could something that is so
wrong feel so right?
        There's a voice inside that says this is wrong, that this affair is
wrong, that I need to stop. But I can't. I feel the warmth of her skin on
mine, and I can't stop. Fantasy and ecstasy melt away the fear. I am hers
for now, right this moment and there's nothing I can do. Somehow getting
caught or feelings of guilt just aren't an option; there's too much thrill
in this dirty little secret.
        And so I moan softly as my mind goes blank, drowned in this
forbidden desire. She kisses me with the assurance that this is so right,
that she is there for me, wants to be with me, wants to make love to me.
And I give in.
        She works her kisses down my belly, her tongue finds it's way
further down. Bolts of pleasure and passion rush through my body. There's
no turning back now, she's made me too wet. My hips rock in rhythm to her,
the anticipation of her inside me to finish me drives me wild. And when she
does, I need for nothing more. It's just her and me, locked in a world of
passion, locked in a world of my dream....