I know he has pulled away from me completely but dreams, whether sleeping or waking, continue to haunt me. They are a forever present ghost on my back, whispering in my ear. Giving me hope that his love for me will prevail, but at the same time crushing all resistance in my mind, assuring me that he will never want me the way I want him. The best part of dreams though, is that you can essentially mold them to any ending. Daydreams are especially good for this and so we will start with one of my most recent ones:I hear the loud roar of his motorcycle first. As it pulls up and around my Culdesac, I feel my heart rate increase and my head starts spinning. He makes me feel so alive when he is around and I can?t wait for tonight! I hear his knock on the screen door and I fly from my room, flicking off lights as I go. My grandmother will be gone for a few days, so I can be out for as long as I like as long as I remember to take care of turning off appliances. I?m not sure what he has in store, but he told me to pack a change of clothes and basic toiletries. Wherever we are heading, it?ll be a few days before we get back. The door is open and I see his smile light his eyes. He complains that he isn?t the type to enjoy much, but I know he appreciates the way I look for him. My blonde hair is in a fluffy ponytail that trails between my shoulder blades and my jeans hug my feminine curves. When he embraces me, I feel his
Escort Ataşehir hands explore ever so slightly and I lean forward to show him just a peek of the blue and gray lacy bra that I have on. The matching lacy panties are under my jeans, but he?ll just have to wait to find that one out. He doesn?t realize it yet, but every time I see him, I?m wearing something lacy under my clothing. It helps me feel confident and, I must admit, a little bit naughty. A part of me wants him to catch me. I love how his voice gets deeper and his eyes smolder when he wants me. I want to see that in his eyes and most of all, I want him to fuck me with the pent-up need of a man who is driven crazy by a woman. He leads me to his motorcycle and I bend over to place my small overnight bag in the side compartment. I let my ass brush against his thigh and his hands automatically grip my hips, pushing his erection against me. The jeans we are wearing aren?t enough to keep the tension from building in my lower abdomen. A light dampness has already started in my panties and I can?t help but straighten and turn around for a kiss from him. The second his lips touch mine, my brain disintegrates into a mixture of molasses and liquid gold. No coherent thought can get through it as my body catches on fire. The molten blaze inside me threatens to burn me to a shell but he pulls away slowly and helps me to fasten
Ümraniye escort my helmet before I beg him to just come into the house and ravage me on my own bed instead of wherever he is taking us. He gets onto his motorcycle and I straddle the seat behind him, pressing my legs firmly against his sides. I?m already imagining how good it will feel to have him facing the other way between my thighs.He starts the engine and the seat beneath me vibrates to life, effectively making me wetter. His motorcycle does this to me because of my thoughts for him and he doesn?t even realize it. We take off and switch from highway to highway and I watch as the scenery flies by. We?ve been riding for almost 8 hours but I have barely noticed anything besides the stars, the racing asphalt beneath us and his right hand that generally stays massaging the back of my right thigh. I?m not sure how I?ve survived this but finally we pull up to a hotel around midnight and he gets our room key from the receptionist. Leading me down the hall by the hand, my heart skips a beat before he opens the door. There is one bed and a table with two chairs in front of the window. An open doorway leads into a small kitchenette complete with a few dishes and pans. I look at the white-tiled restroom with a spacious shower and a separate bathtub with jets in the sides. My mind jumps a mile a minute with all the things
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